Just thoughts...

                  Akshit sat alone in the group of classmates cracking jokes in the lunch break. Smart, studious and solemn were the 3 'S' which  could describe Akshit very well. College wasn't quite different from the previous school he had attended. It was a change nevertheless, with a lot more freedom( though according to many it wasn't enough). New faces to acquaint with.It had been just a week since he had failed yet again to gauge a true friend. When it seemed all was going to be all right and perfect. A friend he had considered who would have almost been his best. Akshit didn't understand whose fault was it actually. Now the same boy was an unfamiliar entity though they shared the same bench. Studies, Stories and sketched [ again there 'S' ;) ] took up most of his time. As every well-minded person wishes to have that very best friend to confide all your thoughts and secrets, the same was what Akshit wished for.                 He might have won quite

      The noose that hangs around the culprit is often misrepresented. The hangman is misjudged. The place of carrying out a death sentence is regarded with the utmost emotion of disgust. The question of passing a death sentence and actually carrying it out is debated hotly on. And seeing the recent penalties being carrying out at a surprisingly fast rate, this debate comes to the forefront. Various significant or insignificant personas have expressed their so called expert opinion on this very topic. Following is a trial at representing both the views.    The modern human ideology has seemingly become more civilized than a few centuries ago. The human right activists are often found clamouring for human rights. Animal rights have rightfully found their way to the main picture. The governing bodies now have to rethink their proposals and strategies before presenting them to the masses. The have to reconsider and give a proper professional thought to their pronouncements. The expanse o

Millions of voices clamouring in your head to be heard, Each seem true and righteous as the innocent bird. The voices become sharper and vivid in definition, All wanting to lead you or preach you their own vision. The tiny thoughts of indecision sprinkle weeds in your farm, Appeasing one and all causes nothing. nothing but harm. The wrinkled brow and the thinking frown, Say it all how troubling its to wear the cursed crown. You stand at crossroads deciding which way to go, when all pull you equally simply stand up and say no. If only it was so easy to refuse one and all, Without caring of their thoughts big or small. No it isn't an easy puzzle to find your way out, But in the end its you who has to survive this boxing bout. They say you came alone and you'll go alone, False it is I Say for all remains nothings gone. Friends come in all varieties with tags abundant, Yet in this chaos there is the one resplendent. Make your aim to find that one who will

               The boy ran holding the ivory box close to his chest. Running on bare legs was nothing new for the boy. When two square meals a day was considered a luxury, bare feet were quite common place. The vagabonds of the area had finally set their mean eyes on the boy. It was for two years the boy had succeeded in hiding away the ivory box during the night time scavenge raids. Quite an accomplishment it was given the situation they lived in. The box itself exuded a glimmer of something priceless. It had an intricately carved exterior inlaid with shining jewels forming a rivulet over it. It was of course locked, you don't expect such things to be open all the time. Another pang of hunger shot at the boy's stomach. The frail physique indicated the lack of nutrition. Again a common characteristic.           The box had been with the boy since a time even he couldn't remember. It was as natural as his own existence. Orphaned at birth, poor, frail, lonely and all such pa

When the time finally comes rushing to you.. All you can do is but to say adieu. The memories of the days gone by and far Tickle your heart or may hurt a scar. The time is ripe and the people are moving by Many come and many go but how many in your sky. The stars shimmer, the silver moon glistens At a time when all speak but none listens. Your mind wants to say many a things  But yes they say fly away don't you wait on your wings. Fate, Destiny whatever you may call it now But are you sure you will meet again somehow. Some say good bye from their heart some riddance from the brain All you can do now is just wish and wish to be together again Oh but now it is a time of held back tears and a frown Let them go, who knows one of them might be your pretty little crown.. Adieu

The wind blows a whistle Stars shimmer as a drizzle The boaty cloud high and proud Covers the moon in a shroud Yet the silver finds a way  Through the breaches in the sway Somewhere far the owl hoots While a kid reads bout mystery and loots Then comes calling a lofty dream To take you away or make you scream Magic and wizards run abode Here's where the great and mighty trode Where the greatest of ideas poured from Always a hope whatever may come