Morning Of An Infidel...

Morning is the most pious period..a time when we are free from tension,negativity,etc. but what if you are an infidel?? or a person responsible for pain and grief to others??...believe me the most pious period wont be the same again...

Morning of an Infidel !!

Every morning he starts the day with a guilt

he didn't know why he felt like that

but every morning he did felt restless

under his comfortable quilt

He thinks about his life,his play

the play with characters heartbroken

the play in which the protagonist is slave

slave of time,slave of infidelity,

infidelity for which no one craves

Every morning

in the vicinity of the morning sun,

he used to think of his life so far;

the things he did to others just for fun,

fun for him only

but to others it was a severe burn

a burn with scar for a lifetime..

And maybe this is what was the reason for his guilt

every morning under his comfortable quilt...

©RAHUL SINGH

Time

TIME

Only thing I want from god

whose existence I don't believe in

is a simple WIN

I want to win the race with time

I want it to be solely mine

Long ago I heard a phrase

"time and tide waits for none"

for me I want it to graze

and want it to wait for ONE

to be that particular chosen one

I don't know what should be done

But whats the reason for this demand

I want time to be my slave

I want it to go by quickly when i rave

I want it to stand still

at times

when I hide under my mum's veil

and at times

when during lectures i take my meal

I want it to be mine

'coz for me it is divine

I want to confine in me the "time"

Every believer wants to see his god

am not one

but i want to achieve my god

Maybe to others it may sound odd

but for me there are two gods

one achieved and the other time

and that is why it is so divine

I want time to wait

When I'm in my lovers arms

when am watching children play with charm

when after tedious day of work I bathe with water lukewarm

when I admire the green in my natives farm

when just for fun I disturb my friends with false alarm

I want time to be ME

I want time to be carefree

And I want time for boredom

Even Pain is Welcome

At the End I want time to die

a death they call 'Awesome'

and then I want to

sit comfortably with a bottle of rum

and see

the life of time in an Album!!!

©Rahul Singh

An Ideal Death

AN IDEAL DEATH

The old man asked himself

"Am I right??"

and then started the fight

between the two answers

and he thought about his life

All his life he served 'em all

without caring for the income taking deep fall

he could have enjoyed life

the way his friends did

serving his parents and wife

but what he believed was

"even mother is not above honours"

He served the poor,

never believed that

money makes one superior

either the believe of burial or burning

all were near and dear to him

and so he spent on poor all his earnings

And today here he is

sitting idle with no family

but he is on the verge

of what he once said

"When I am,I am

When I am not I'll be everywhere"

After all this thought

he got his answer

"It is death which comes to body

but its soul which is remembered by everybody"

was what he said

and slept happily in the arms of DEATH !!!

©RAHUL SINGH

Love Story...

like reading love story???
try this one!!!
and it is just a fiction!!!
any resemblance to anyone is just a coincidence!!!

Way back in grade 8

we met,this was our fate

for home you used to leave late

because after school

you,for your sister used used to wait

It feels just like yesterday

when in class you introduced yourself

I wanted you to stay

and keep on talking...

Things changed,

my infatuation faded

the day you complaint the teacher

the only thing I knew was

"Man! I'll be beheaded"

We parted our ways

and stopped noticing you

the times we shared glances

were very few

the year ended

and I had no idea about US

to be very TRUE!!!

Then in grade 9

started a year of ups and downs

Thru a common friend you

shared your desire

and when he told me about this

I started burning with impatience's FIRE

now YOU were the one

whom I wanted to acquire


Way back in November,
I asked you to be my
friend outside the library
I met your gaze so tender
every words which we shared,I still remember..

I still remember the time

when i used to accompany you to your home

after your classes

and the messages you sent during my bedtime

The most remembered, is the festival of lights

the fest called DIWALI

of '07

your message made me feel

that I'm in heaven

Your beauty

your complexion

as if you aren't real

but just a fiction

were nothing to me

but it was your

Love for ME

which was the only Attraction

Our story was running Fine

with letters

and emotions

which made me believe

that you are now MINE!

But your unconditional love

made life monotonous

Added to it was the problem of your sinus

Then came the year '08

everything went fine

but calling our relation off maybe

was our fate

I passed with good marks my Matriculation

You were no less then me with distinction

Then came a year same as grade 08

I ignored you

and so did you

but somewhere maybe

I did Loved you

I liked the way you used to

move your palms

for my heart they were like

firebombs

They say"change is the only constant"

and time did changed.

during the farewell

I gave you a card

in chemistry lab

I still remember standing next to you

and to be true

that was the time when my heart did missed beats

 and wanted again to be with you!

Then came the year 2010
we were together again
this time things were different
I loved waiting for you outside your class
I loved talking to you just for a brief time
I never had the feeling of TIME PASS

Then we started going out
and holding your gaze throughout
I still remember your first moist touch
for me it was too much
next day you shared this
with your friend
and then I was
like pissed

We discovered a lovely flower
in front of the Spencer's tower
In the flower we explored
it was love which on each other we poured
the only thing I adored
was the way you demanded,
demanded love...

As usual we parted ways
again due to me
you were the one suffering,
suffering from the unusual pain
the pain of loosing someone who wasn't worth you
who wasn't worth your eye's dews

Today here we are
You miles and miles apart
and our hearts very far
but wherever you are
you are as important to me
as the strings are to a guitar.....

©RAHUL SINGH