That mystical daybreak

In the constant strife between
ageing day and the young night,
Why is it that it is always the
seemingly weak night succeeds
Alas! why does the dominant day give in
Why do things change their course
and people soften their pace.
Why is this breeze braver than in the morning
isn't it covering the distance of 2 days in an evening
I see fireworks trying to steal the thunder
But poor does it know that its not even a hinder in the evenings splendor.
Why do I, penning this poem on the top of my terrace,
fear when I hear someone approach.
Why do I close my book and hide the pen
and pretend as if I am an astronomical observer
Why are these clouds giving me a thunder
asking me to get under a roof and wonder.
Finally, I discovered how I had blundered
by scolding the night which gave me this picturesque at yonder.  

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The Rutland Mystery-II

I’m alive he said to himself the umpteenth time within his first minute of gaining consciousness.

Where Jas came from, life was always a struggle. His father was a farmer by occupation. He had seen more turmoil than an average Indian could ever see in a lifetime. He had it all, declining harvest pushing them below the poverty line, ever increasing debt on his parent’s shoulders, his repeated failures in academic attempts and even a broken heart. But the more serious apprehension now seemed to be solving the riddle he is faced with.

Suddenly a tidily dressed nurse came to him smiling. There was something salient about her “We thought you couldn’t make it. It’s not that every day we see people rising from their deathbed and you are one among them.” Now he was getting both curious and worried. Curious to know the chain of all events which led to this dramatic devastation and worried because he needed to know how badly was he hurt. But before he could respond, the nurse held his hand and lowered her voice and then said “You better act hastily, the time is running and the stakes on you are more than ever”.  Saying so, she swiftly left the place before Jas could make anything out of it and respond back. In no time the doctor arrived, “let me tell you that you are in a very bad condition with plenty broken ribs, fractured skull and bone fractures here and there. We thought you had gone into coma, but I’m glad you didn’t. “Thank you doctor but could you please tell me about the nurse who came in just before you entered” clearly not giving attention to what doctor had spoken. The doctor was perplexed, “I don’t know what you are talking about Jas. Its almost 11 in the night and all the nurses have left except for a handful whom I just met in the canteen.”  “May be you are hallucinating. Get well soon or else I will have you pay a visit to our physiatrist too“. He left the room laughing as if that was the best joke he had cracked that day. Jas had no option but to look amused at the joke.

As the days passed Jas had never seen that nurse again but one day he caught up with a nurse, “do you know of any nurse here who is tall, having curly hair with dark complexion.” The elderly nurse replied a blunt ‘NO’. Jas persuaded her and looked at her expecting something clue and she got up “Look I have been working in this place from 20 years and I know not of the lady that you are trying to mention. May be you were dreaming of her or maybe you should really get your mind checked up” and left.

The very next day, the nurse came into the room only to find Jas missing. He had departed. There was an uproar in the hospital and the nurse in charge was getting all the blame. Meanwhile Jas had stealthily escaped from the rear exit of the hospital which was less frequently used for dumping the garbage. He understood that he was in a middle of the forest. He wondered about his whereabouts. He was in a dense forest where after small walk he could spot a road and luckily a truck was advancing towards him. It stopped by him before he fully held his hand out. A man with a big moustache flung open the door and said “Get in quick, what took you so long.”  Jas got in. Now this was another curious incident after the one with nurse, but this time he was determined to get the answers.

The truck driver who introduced himself as Siva, had an evil grin in his serious face. Jas, who was too busy at his mindplace started bombarding his questions “Can I know what is happening with my life? I don’t even know where I am, and don’t even know whom I am talking to.” Siva who looked too busy managing the truck, didn’t mind to answer any of his questions. They were traversing through a dense forest and the only sound they could hear was that of the truck. Jas gave up all his efforts of obtaining any information from Siva but asked one final question “Will I ever get out of this mess?” and before Siva could reply the truck made a screeching sound and stopped abruptly. They were here, the Jatiya tribe, who were known for their acumen in robbing people crossing through forests, hijacking their vehicles and sometimes even taking people’s lives. But they were remarkably known for this one ritual. They were good at identifying nerves especially the arteries supplying blood from heart, neatly cut and rip it apart. Jas who had googled about them once, identified them by their attire, got down the truck and began his sprint which was in no time overrun by one of a Jatiya who quickly grabbed him by his hand and started his nerve identifying exercise.

The Rutland Mystery- I

              Jas was walking slowly in the Rutland Street with a relaxed gait wondering how boring his office tomorrow would be. He was in awe why he had to be a human and immediately wished that he had given up his job.

              Suddenly the bustling street fell into silence amidst which, he was in a world of his own. Two cars stopped in the center out of which 3 men and 4 beastly men stepped out. One person pointed his finger towards Jas and the other nodded his head but immediately shook his hand disapprovingly. It was too late. The beasts were on the leash. Impatiently they drew their armoury; knife and a hockey stick and advanced towards Jas.

               Jas who was unmindful of all this commotion abruptly felt a sudden surge in his abdomen. A deep surge he had never felt before. In what seemed like a confusion more than a demolition he tried turning back to take stock of the situation, when he felt a heavy wooden thud on his skull followed by a power packed punch in his ribs before he gave up. The beasts were all over his sight as he laid bleeding and weeping on the road. He then saw their smiles turn to frown upon hearing a fading police siren coming closer and closer. The goons were more than dejected and immediately fled the scene leaving Jas lonely and quizzed. He meanwhile was wondering how his life turned upside down in less than a minute. Shocked and wounded he could not move a limb. He guessed this is how he had to die. And suddenly it started raining. He was happy that god granted his last unasked for wish.

                 Later when he entered heaven gates, he spoke “God I wanted to give up my job, not my life.” But at the same time was wondering how he landed in heaven in spite of all his misdeeds weighing more than the good ones. He felt fishy and felt the odour of rotten, nasty fish. Something was wrong .Terribly wrong. All of a sudden he gained conscious and opened eyes to find himself in a dark room. He was still confused “Am I dead or alive or in deathbed or in the middle of a night mare and wait “Where am I?””

                While Jas was busy evaluating all these options he got the answer when someone turned on the light. This single satisfying reply cleared all his doubts. “I am alive” he breathed.


TO be continued....

A boon called PAIN

Life pierced me like a knife, it started an internal rife

I tried like a boxer to cover my face

It only sabotaged my ribs with double the pace

  

Patience was oozing out of my body

Like blood from a person who was hit very badly

Life was giving me toughest of times

I wished I worked in a place full of mines

It was being hasty, hard and gave me hiccups

I felt it was as nasty as punishing a lad with 1000 sit ups

People are out of their minds, world is out of its way

Oh god please be some kind was what I’d pray

Pain was acute, heart was broken

I began to wonder where did I blunder

Pain was scintillating, pain was rebellious

It was the force that kept me going like a rhinoceros

I gathered all my pain and stored in a safe

It lit me up whenever I was lacking pace

But during these gloomy days, it was pain 

Which I thought would not go in vain

Pain was like moon in the sky

Which was seldom exposed neither made me cry

Pain does give you tough times

But believe me, it is the reason behind your best of times.