Thought Of The Night

A dry and cold afternoon 

Spread across the streets, the gardens and all around.

Feels so calm , soothing and pretty.

But then…

The night crawls in

Got to wait till dawn to get the warmth of  the Sun.

Thats a long way!

And no one knows what might happen during the night.

Will all of us see the dawn?

Nobody is quite sure.

But surely, the dawn would come!

-ayus


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The Ghost And The Waiter

The Occasion

It was the beginning of something.
Something new and fresh.
Something no one had ever seen before.
People were really excited to it.
No one precisely knew what it was but just because it was something new, they were excited.

I somehow pushed my way through the crowd.
The afternoon seemed blank.
As blank as the occasion .

And now you might be thinking, ” Man what’s going on! Can you clarify? Will you spill the beans?”

In fact I still don’t know what was going or why was I there or what had happened.

I just remember the crowd and the noise , and… is there anything I am missing out ?
Probably not.

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The Waiter

A face.
How can forget that?
The face!
Someone I used to know.
As blank as that afternoon.
Empty and void from any expression.
So unknown.

The waiter said , ” ARE YOU TIRED OF WAITING. LOOK AT ME ! I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL MY LIFE.”
And I said,” But that’s your job!”
“Excuse me , Sir , I was asking for your order”
My senses returned.
“Oh! I am sorry…I will have a bottle of coke.”
The waiter walked away.

Ana asked ,”Hey what’s wrong?”
“No I am fine.”
“Really?”
“Just a bit tired!”
“Of what “
“Of waiting”
“What???”
“Sorry , I mean the day has been hectic.”

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The Ghost

After dropping Ana I was walking back to my home.
“Whats so special about the face?” someone spoke.

I turned around, there was no one.

“Come on, watching me isn’t so important , is it?
“What’s going on?”

“May be you are just tired”

“Why can’t I see you?”

“Well unlike the television screen, in real life you don’t get to see the people who have seized to exist.”

“What do you want?”

“I like helping people , and apart from that you can gift me a Lamborgini!”

“Who are you ? And why are you doing this?”

“You see I am the waiter. We met today a the restaurant, remember? And all I want to tell you is that waiting itself is a tedious job and it seems even more disgusting when you know that you are waiting!”

I never heard that voice again.

-the end

-ayus

Something More

The Physics class was going on. I was sitting on the last bench, when my eyes fell on the bench next to me. On the desk something very beautiful was written.

FOR YOU, A THOUSAND TIMES OVER.

Now if you are reading this line for the first time, I will tell you something about it. This line has been taken from the story ,”The Kite Runner”, a story about friendship, a tale of redemption written by none other than the master story teller Khaled Hosseini.

FOR YOU, A THOUSAND TIMES OVER.

I blankly gazed at the line for a few minutes. This used to be my favourite line. But when was the last time I have said these words to someone? I remember. I had said this my friend, Riccardo, when we were in class 9.(I don’t remember the cause)

Now I am in class 11. Probably in the last two years I have never told the people I love, how much I care for them. In fact I wonder if I have really cared. The last two years have been somewhat like : board exĂ ms…result…admission in good school…class 11 studies…performance in coaching centre and so on.

With relentless competition in the society all we think of is to become better than others. But the question is in order to become something more than other humans…have we become something less?

I wonder…

-ayus

The Ghost of No Where

I haunt the nights 

With empty hands.

Cold winds out break

Through Moon-lit lands;

Alone I walk 

Seek unseen strands —

And mumble in the breeze,

Like whispering sand!


I garnish the air

With sundry illusions,

With twisted dreams

And dense dillusions.

You can’t stop me

There are no solutions!

Like a stupid riddle:

With endless conclusions.


When, beyond the mid-night,

You are quietly sleeping;

And wake up suddenly,

Sweating and screaming

I’m the ghost of no where!

I’m silenlty sneaking!

Watching you wonder

And say,”Was I dreaming?”


Alone this evening?

Want some fun?

Leave your body!

And we’ll go for a run!

To see the distant

Horizon burn,

With remaining light

Of the sinking Sun.


–ayus




Before The Storm


I open my eyes, I remain silent.

The people around make noise and look violent.


Asking myself every second if I should hasten ?

The people make fun and wait for something to happen!


My mind says,”Run , take some hide”

“Hold on , fight back”, says my pride.


I listen to my pride and see the mocking crowd.

My ideal Chester, I will make him proud!


Love lost, frightened, the past bleeds through the iris.

But life’s true potential awaits some crisis.


And  the people Evoke ,”Why this silent form?”

Thats a proverbial lull before the strom! 

–Ayus




The New Year Rhapsody


Alone I stood wuthered by the wintry moon light,

Upon the old and shaky roof — undisturbed by day and night;

By the cold winds that make my limbs and spine shiver

But roof stays undisturbed through out the year!


And then, HE came, landing heavily on the roof

And the people made merry as if some miracle has come aloof,

But someone standing beside me deeply sighed…

Did I tell I was alone? May be I lied.


Soon after landing, HE went for the stairs.

Down my family cheered and sparked flared,

And welcomed HIM with such warm applause

For a moment I thought HE was the Santa Claus.


And people shouted HIS name, they said “New year has come!”

They bursted crackers, sang songs and drank fine rum !

Perhaps, the lady I love is somewhere down there…

Too indifferent to remember me, too far to see me standing here.


But who is this lady who stands beside me?

With her grey eyes, I wonder how she can see?

And her face was ragged and her voice would shake

Pretty she was, her hair scattered as a shipwreck.




She said , ” I am called  the previous year.

And I must leave to make HIS path clear!”

Something I learned when she was gone…

The toughest battles of life , you always fight alone!


Ayus

Merry Chirtmas and Happy New Year to one and all.





On Last School Day

(Today we had our last school day… so with heavy heart , missing all those good old days I composed this short poem…)
The winter suddenly got more cold

Feeling alone, no one to hold

Am I the only one who says ?

“Gone are my old school days!”


The night will fade, day light will crack

Those good old days, they won’t come back

And so my soul regrets and says

“Give me back my old school days”



And yet what begun ought to end

Feelings, memories and emotions blend

With hope and faith we all day

“Tomorrow may be a better day”


Our eyes wet and faces swollen

Courage and strength, taught and spoken

Someone from nowhere suddenly says

“Coming are the better days!”



-Ayus

Mid-night Wilderness 


Mid-Night was an hour before

Asleep I lay in my bed,

When wild music woke me up

“Where am I? ” I said…


At first a thud on my roof —

Then dusteps, bass and dance

Where I am I wondered aloof

For I was in a trance



It seemed I was all alone:

For no one I could see,

Masked folks then entered the scene

Jokers broke free!


At first they all surrounded me

Then dusteps, bass and dance

Where I am I wondered aloof

For I was in a trance…


And when the pomp and show was on 

So lost I was, nothing seemed wrong

An earthly call woke up…

And my lively trance was gone


“Where are you ” someone asked

“Asleep you rolled and danced!”

Where I was I cannot tell 

For I was in a trance.