No more in the dark
open the eye
No more sitting idle
follow the path of light.

Perhaps it is not easy
still do not end up running.
The path may have ups and downs
but effort should be there to reach out.

Get out on the way with bold step
go ahead in front
Barriers are all around
yet they have to be crossed.

That's how it will be done
all the paths have to be passed
Only then will it be seen in the coming days
the door to all possibilities.

Gafur
His home is in an unknown village
Far away from the city.
He had two acres of land
And two cows for the plough
Plant the land of others with his own hand
So starts with the life.

Youth has seen many dreams
Never got completed
Still did not stop walking
Life has not stopped yet.

Now at old age the body is lenient
The house, cows, plough have become old too
Everything is lean and thin.

In this way a life has gone
with no marks
The hard days have been passed without any border
The way was dense.

From when I am watching
The wrestling of Kane, Undertaker
Steve Austin and Goldberg.

There are also the boxing of the world famous
Mohammed Ali.

Who does not know the football game of Pele?
They were so shocking
The goal of Maradona still is the best.

Sachin Tendulkar's cricket game
Who does not remember
The storm of sixes of Chris Gayle
Everybody called it as the world record.

By doing so they are adorable
Their performances in the form
Will be remembered by everyone.

Gary used to
go to the nearby nursery
holding the hand
of his grandmother
(his mother died
while giving him birth),
and theireafter
his grandmother
became his mother
and seemingly, his father too
(as his father used to
work in a remote island
as a fisherman).

His father used to
visit him occasionally
because of the bond
in between them
(though his father got married
and have his step brother
and his step sister,
he learnt from reliable sources),
because they never met before.

His father, Kevin
liked him a lot and
came to visit him,
especially during the Christmas holidays
with a large number of gift items-
he could even
was not able to to count.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

(Continued from 1/9)

Gary’s  grandfather was a
very rich person and
he inherited a gigantic
piece of land with many
trees and meadows near
the mountain.

When he became old enough
to take care of them
his father gave everything
to him as a gesture
of fatherly love-
thus Gary used to live
a decent life.

He remembers,
when he used to go
to the nursery
crossing those meadows,
half paved roads,
crossing a curved bridge-
by holding hand of his
grandmother,
they used to pass by the sea
where there was a
very old lighthouse
standing alone, like a fortress.

Continued…

(Continued from 2/9)

Gary's grandmother,
while walking along the half-paved way
towards the school and
coming back,
used to tell him
many ancient fables about the
prehistoric lighthouse.

She told him that
this light house is standing there
over more than many decades, and
not only it guided those lost sailors
during the old days,
but also
saved them in many occasions
by giving them shelter
during natural disasters, like
severe storms, hurricane and tidal waves.

To Gary,
the lighthouse became a symbol
of strength and coverage,
and at later stage
it also saved his life
at the right time,
at the right moment.

Continued….

(Continued from 3/9)

While walking across those paths
for many years,
his grandmother used to tell him
a lot of other stories about life,
nature and humanity.

Once he asked his granny
about the meaning of life-
she said, “If you really
wish to learn the true meaning
of life, then accept the
challenges that could come to you”.

She further side, “Challenges
are the best way
that make us grow”.

Gary took those words
as milestones and
took them very seriously,
and thoughtfully-
like the lighthouse,
those words were
also worked as
the guide in his life.

Continued….

(Continued from 4/9)

Gary went to the town
high school, where
he met Monica,
his classmate.

They used to study together,
play together,
sing together,
think together,
till they become soulmates.

The most important thing
in his life occurred in that day
when he found out
about an unusual truth
about his family tree.

He is the first son
of his father, thus
his father, his grandfather
till the seventh past generations.

To him it become
not a gift
but a curse,
as the wicked witch
(who used to live inside
the deep of the dark forest)
learned about it.

Continued….

(Continued from 5/9)

Gary was not only a
philosopher and philanthropist,
but also a poet.

He used to write beautiful
poems at his leisure time.

Once he wrote,
to his girlfriend, Monica, a poem,

“The sun is a lone warrior,
because every night
seems to be the last night to us,
but while the sun rises
all the darkness vanishes”.

Another day, he wrote about
The passion of life,
for the local newspaper,

“If you listen to the
gentle breeze that is flowing
over the green meadows
where the morning sun
is reflecting,
you are going to listen
it in the breeze
and while you gasp
towards the blue sky,
it seems full of
eternal aspirations-
there you could see a steady
but, glowing star
that guide you
throughout your life”.

But, as we all know,
some inevitable things that
one cannot escape, thus
Gary too.

Continued ....

(Continued from 6/9)

He was becoming weak day by day,
as the wicked witch was
putting her black magic on
Gary, remotely, however
her main intention was to become
immortal, by using
a few drops of Gary’s blood.

While sleeping,
Gary had several nightmares
about that wicked witch-
because his soul could realize
this happening ahead-of-time.

As usual, Gary used to
jog over several miles
across the mountainside,
the seaside and
the by the side of the old lighthouse.

One day while he was jogging,
he heard a hissing sound
behind his neck-
he looked and instantly
recognized the wicked witch
was running after him-
to catch him and
get the blood for her black magic.

He started running faster-
suddenly some birds
were flapping their wings loudly-
he heard,
dogs were barking at the distance-
seagulls were cawing,
and he came to near to
the old house.

Continued….

(Continued from 7/9)

He felt in his heart
new inspiration
and ran faster
to reach the stairs
of the right house.

Gary remembered,
in many occasions,
he used to climb up to the
top of the old lighthouse,
from where he could see
the entire landscape,
the sea, the meadow,
the mountain
and his small township.

Those stars were
very familiar to him,
so he could climb faster-
thus the wicked witch
tried hard.

But, as he believed in his heart-
when he reached the almost
the top of the lighthouse,
his feet did not slide
but, the wicked witch’s-
and he saw from the top,
the wicked witch to fall.

Continued….

(Continued from 8/9)

The wicked witch feel hard,
her body become emotionless
by falling from the very high of
the lighthouse-
Gary observed
silently from the abyss.

Thus Gary remembered
all those fables from his
grandmother,
as the stories of his
entire life
passes by his eyes.

When he realized that
the wicked witch is no more,
he slowly climb down
the stairs,
and thanked
wholeheartedly,
the old lighthouse-
that saved him too
along with many many
other souls
throughout the century.

To Gary,
the old lighthouse
remains as the symbol of
courage, strength and
inspiration-
as he became old,
he used to tell these stories
to his grandchildren, and
his grandchildren would tell them to
their grandchildren,
while the old lighthouse
remains as the lone witness.

(End- shortened.)

(Continued from 9/10)


While days passed away
after returning from
the dark forest,
Gilbert became a new person
and devoted his time and effort
for the betterment of humanity.

He started new researches
on the philosophy of life,
depth of life,
the enormousity of the universe
and became a renowned scholar.

He started giving lectures
across country wide
and people respected him much
for his unique wisdom.

Later on
saving his scholarship money
and lecture money
he built a research center
on remedy of scarlet fever,
leukemia and other fatal diseases
and keep the name of the
research center by his sister’s name.

Thus, people knew him
for many years,
still remembers him
for the devotion of Gilbert
towards humanity.

(The end- shortened).

Gilbert used to go
to his school, everyday
through a brick paved road,
just penetrating the old cemetery.

While he passed
he usually saw
peoples’ funerals
heard from the distant,
the preacher’s mourning speech,
“..... For dust you are,
and to dust, you shall return.”

Sometimes,
he used to ride
on a bicycle,
or sometimes
he used to just walk
and cross the cemetery road.

Most of the time
he could recognize
those mourning people
as they were his neighbors
and he knows all of them.

Continued...

(Continued from 1/10)

But, the most important
thing in this fable
is that he also
could see many other ghosts
gathering and standing
behind those mourning people.

He also could recognize
many of those ghosts
as they were familiar to him.

Though he could see
those ghosts,
but could not hear
what they used to
whisper among themselves.

He never told this story
to his mother
(his father died when
he was a little child,
so he does not have any
memory of his father),
his younger sister
(whom he used to love the most),
his classmates,
or, any neighbors.

Continued….

(Continued from 2/10)

While the days are passing
Gilbert was becoming
more sad and sad
because his only sister
(younger than four years)
was gradually dying
because of scarlet fever.

All the doctors of the
township came,
all the medicine men came,
they even went to
the next big town
for her treatment,
but, nothing was working
and day by day
her health was deteriorating.

One day came,
she did not wake up,
and Gilbert was the first person
to observe this-
he yield, “Mother,
sister is not waking up!”

Entire community came,
they used to love her very much
because of her politeness and beauty-
they came all together
they mourn all together
they sympathized all together
and left,
while Gilbert was
standing alone, with her
motionless body.

Thereafter,
the preacher came-
all took her dead body
for the funeral,
the preacher state those words
Gilbert already memorized,
but, his sadness
never abridged for a single moment.

Continued…

(Continued from 3/10)

Gilbert used to sit
alone and grieve-
none could understand
or feel his grievances,
nor his friends,
nor his father
(his stepfather),
nor any neighbors,
perhaps, his mother
could realize a bit,
but, she could do nothing.

One day he asked
his mother,
“where people go after death?”
his mother could not
able to give a simple answer,
rather, she said,
“all souls go to a special place
where they like the most.”

From the childhood
he heard a fable of a spiritual ghost
who lived inside the dark forest
and could defy the death
by bringing back those lost souls.

No one knows where he lives
except inside the remote forest,
but, a wicked witch who lives
at the very end of the village
has some idea,
she sells to the one
who fervently requests.

Gilbert, by breaking his piggy bank
went to the wicked witch
to seek advice on how to reach
the spiritual ghost.

Continued…

(Continued from 4/10)

The wicked witch
by looking at the future glass
shut down her eyes
with much explanations
and whisper into his ears
silently-
she says, “It is ultimate danger
to cross the river
and the dark forest
to reach the spiritual ghost.
but, I will give you
this lucky charm. You keep it
on your neck
and all the evils will be
frightened of you.”

Choosing a shiny day
he started his journey
towards the dark forest
by taking a very few things
those were necessary he thought arrived.

He arrived at the riverside
to cross,
an one eyed helmsman was there,
as if he was waiting for Gilbert-
the one eyed helmsman said
in a very dull but deep voice,

“I don't take impure souls to cross
the river and since you are a pure soul
I will take you to the other side.”

Thus he started crossing the river.

Continued…

(Continued from 5/10)

When Gilbert reaches
the other side of the flying river
(as if the water was not flowing
But, remained still and seem
the boat was not floating on it
but flying),
while stepping down,
he asked the one eyed helmsman,
“how do I go back to my
home?”

The helmsman replied
in his usual voice,
“time travels fast,
thus the whispers of the forest,
I will know what to do next.”

Thus he took farewell and
approaches the dark forest-
unknown birds chirping,
wild wind was blowing,
coyotes were howling from the distant
even during the day
(because inside the dark forest,
it is so dark and it seems
always night).

He was afraid, but not that much
afraid, when his sisters face
was flashing before his eyes-
thus he took bold steps to
reach the destination.

Continued….

(Continued from 6/10)

The forest was so dense,
he could not recognize
whether it is day or night-
but, suddenly he realized that
some kind of bright light is
emitting from the lucky charm
which was hanging from his neck,
so that he could see the front clearly.

Gilbert never realize
how many sun sets and rises
in between, but
he never stopped-
as if some unknown power
is giving his all the strengths.

That bright light lets his way
towards the darkest corner
of the forest,
where the spiritual ghost lives-
“no one is allowed to pass by
this portion of the forest…”,
he heard a heavy voice,
as if talking over his shoulder.

He mumbles, shivered in fear,
but kept himself cool,
rigid, confident-
he asked, ….(something in whisper…),
however, before asking anything,
the voice said, “I know you Gilbert,
son of Ryan and Alice,
you came here for bringing back
the soul of Bridgette,
your younger sister..”

They talked a lot-
a lot about life,
a lot about after life,
a lot about the creation of life….

Continued….

(Continued from 7/10)

Gilbert, as per his age
he was brilliant-
in spite of reading
fairy tales or children rhymes
he used to read
novels or research publications
on the deep revelation of life,
philosophy of life,
cause of the humanity in this space.

Ms. Andy, the town library librarian
was so kind to him,
used to lend him all those books
with the condition that
he would return them
without any mark or sketch-
thus, he read almost all
the collections on human nature
that were available in the library.

His mother was never
become angry
and was proud of his wisdom.

This wisdom helped him
to make wise dialogues
with the spiritual ghost,
though the spiritual ghost
knew them before hand.

Continued….

(Continued from 8/10)

After hours (or days) of
the conversations, he could realize
the fact that,
there is no control over
the afterlife and no one
but the creature controls
what should happen to those souls.

He thought,
he breathe deeply,
he took everything very seriously
and then took farewell
from the spiritual ghost.

Suddenly, the returning path
becomes so shortened,
after a few hours he arrived
at the flowing river’s bank
and surprisingly found
the one eyed helmsman is waiting for him.

Continued….

And in the playhouse of the stone-hewn palace
Blocked without being restrained,
I will go back to the hut thatched with tree-leaves of that village
Where the sweet air flows pure.

In the colored lights of the play house, sometimes
I can't recognize myself anymore
Oh the Mother earth, why hesitate, open it
Open the chained door of my heart.

Give me back, that forest
Where lie my childish days,
I want to shout and say, I am forever happy
My footsteps are there.

I don't need the lion door
I don't need this vain fame,
Being on the dewy grass
Lying down, looking at the blueness of the sky,
And will sing, day and night in the joy of life.

There is a pile of wood by the side of the oven.
Today's cooking will be using them.

Chewing-*******-licking-drinking,
It is easily conceivable to be fond of eating.

They are devoted souls in burning,
This is their best salvation in the world.

This is how they burn the entire day in the oven,
Their self-sacrifice cannot fail.

Next to it is a fallen log of a tree,
He is different, so why he is so proud.

He said jokingly, "You see,
I am unharmed yet”.

The housewife's eyes fell one day on it,
Suddenly her face became gloomy.

She said, Oh! wood, of no use,
Get away from my kitchen.

She threw it in the yard and kept it there,
Seeing that, the piles of wood, were surprised!

It becomes ants nest, even eaten by termites,
He was left alone, helpless.

If you are not big at work, big at words,
One day it will come, will fall in danger.

The sun painted in red already woke up
In the eastern sky,
What a type of touch spread in the heart
In the morning air.

Every side smiled candidly
With the yellow ceremony of Mustard flowers,
Waves playing in the golden paddy fields
What a pleasant ambience.

The bird's singing filled the moment
Many flowers are blooming in the garden,
With a handshake at the beginning of the day
Very thin clouds are floating in the sky.

Wandering mind become agitated
Here is the fresh Sun,
Observing this eye-catching appearance of nature
Just like a picture painted on canvas.

Divine thoughts tremble, in the window of my heart
Blossoms spreads fragrance, in the gentle breeze of dawn.

In preparation for the goal, the wind blows on the sail
Standing firm on boat's neck, just moving forward.

Every moment of thought, lets call that back
Memories are almost lost, let them stay behind.

I heard the arrival of that good day, with a new consciousness in my heart
Stepping forward on the way back again, erasing all the pain.

What a light glowed on the face
New hope awoke in the chest again.

The blue sky is filled with different colors
The strong wind blew in a new fashion.

The birds of the dawn sang in the branches
The little girl wanted to wake up in the mother’s lap.

What a swing of life arouse around
The heart remained open and enchanted.

The apathetic king just sat and think
Will there be a day?
No one else in this state
Will not remain in starvation.

Calling Minister, calling Scholar
Calling all the Courtiers
Must have to make a master plan
So that all the people of the state get to eat.

More of the state treasury
Has to be enriched
So that someone is in the next day
Does not live in inadequacy.

Wherever you see flood, drought, famine
Stretch your  hands
So that no one remains starving
Do not spend night without sleep.

Food, clothes, shelter
These three are the original
If you can afford, then give then education
There will be lack of inadequacy from the country.

In this way, his kingdom is ruled by his kingship
No one else in the state has ever cried.

Waking up in the middle of the night
Who goes to the front
Illuminates the path
By sleep awakening song.

Becoming the guide of light
Continue to walk
Filled with hope
Overwhelmed the lonely heart.

This is a vast thrill
It feels like eternity
That is a heart-wrenching tune
A sleep awakening song.

By wakening the midnight sleep
Who goes to the front
Enlightening the path
With sleep awakening song.

Become the guide of light
Continue to carry
By filling in hope
Overwhelming the heart.

This is very startling
Feels in mind and soul
With his heart awakening
Sleep breaking song.

Guru makes three folds on his forehead
He said to the students:
"Study the rest for yourself",
And then
Slowly he walked towards his room.

He is great
His knowledge does not compare to this earth
Stay serious
His mild voice could not be easily heard.

Always stay dedicated
A wealth of knowledge on how to grow
He is not a pair in search of knowledge
Somehow he did not give up, neither he lose courage.

Being such person’s disciple
It is the gift of great fortune
These gurus for ages
You have made richness a great, famous story.

(Dedicated to my best Guru, Prof. Nassir Sabah;
Still I remember his open book and open time questions!)

Gust of wind returns crying-
on the banks of the Gomati and Mahananda
In this heat of summer-
pedestrian lost his sense,
looking steadfastly towards the open sky.

No air is circulating somewhere else,
which will provide
a little bit of relief,
The female octogenarian beggar
still turning from door to door-
with convex shoulder, obese body.

Exhale with sigh
oarsman of the boat docks in on the shore-
because, to cross to the other side,
no one is waiting on the quay.

The earth is caught in a pause
Will the drought be last much longer?

I know who you are
and, I know where your
other half of the heart-

Even, so, I look at this half
that makes me happy,
though, broken and sordid-

I just ignore the other half of you
that broke full of my heart.

Standing on the sidewalk
Extend the arms.
Dust and mud on the entire body
Seeing pedestrians.

Shows various commodities
Gestures to buy.
That's why they are inexpensive
People always like to bought some.

He called, yelled and sale
Morning-noon-evening.
Sometimes chased by the law enforcers
But where would he go?

Has a family that works hard
However, the entire liability is on him.
This is how his day goes on
But, not at anyone's mercy.

Girt with rivers, abounding with fruitful trees;
With land of harvest, full of greenaries,
Oh, my motherland,
Keep your devotion in my heart
You are eternal.

How many rivers flow
All over your perimeter
Nameless birds live
Happily in all those trees.

How many flowers bloom in the forest
The mind is filled with their fragrance,
How many scrumptious fruits grow on the tree
In those satiated gardens.

You remain profound in our heart
Let us praise you,
Stimulating happiness and prosperity
Make us dignified.

Leave vengeance, slander, abdication
There is no achievement in harming others.
Build your life with patience
Fight against evil and injustice all the time.

When someone is in danger, raise your hand
Respect to the elders, do not harm them.
Receive the happiness that the Lord has given you
In no way do not break your integrity.

There will be nothing in the world of short days
If you do something what is good, they will go behind you.

Hope-
is a funny word,
you know.

Though it's comprised of
only four alphabets,
but, to most of the living things,
it has no boundary,
it has no end.

Realizing the inherent fact
that, most of the hopes
just evaporate,
or, may remain at the cocoon,
or, may never see the face of light.

All hopes, however, remain
for days-months-years,
throughout their lives
in dispire!

Not realizing the other fact
that, hope belongs to the eternity.

The sun has risen in the eastern sky
The beginning of a novel day
The world is colored by the light of dawn
Decorated branches are young, yet.

Gestures to walk on the path again
On the blue horizon
Consciousness begins anew today
On the border of life, again.

The south wind blows slowly
Gives life throughout a pacification
Let's come on the path with firm conviction
Sing the song of life, eternal.

Servant, Queen, King, Ace,
Who will surpass whom;
The world is a house of cards.

By breaking the bond of love,
The bird in the cage flew away;
Those who were yours own, later become strangers.

Two-legged human, colored lanterns
The mind cannot be understood
Suddenly rains, filled with darkness
Increases uneasiness.

Today this rhythm, tomorrow another rhythm
There is no end in those
What a trick, what an art
Remains much better in context.

Extends one leg, stops suddenly
Starts walking again
Perhaps held up, mud in front
Overwhelmed eyebrows.

When the day is over, work is finished
“I don't know you!”
Who the hell are you, on my path
Never saw you before!

Ministers-Advisers, forgetting the differences of the tribe,
Put humanity above all.

Sprinkle the heated earth
With the song of equality,
May the wind of peace blow
Across all soul.

Promote thought-consciousness
Extend the hand of cooperation,
The light of non-violence ignites in the heart
Success comes every morning.

Enrich every heart of this planet
Let there be peace,
Fill all around in sympathy
Remove all confusion.

People say,
Seeing is believing.

But,
if you open your insight
and think really right,
you will find out
that,
your eyes have deceived you.

What you saw and believe
could be quite wrong.

Human perception
is an extremely difficult observation.

Some people call me crazy,
Because I am a little bit lazy.
They cannot see me through, due to their eyes are hazy,
They only see what they feel, as they are somehow unpredictably dozy.

Durchstreifen im blauen Schmerz
Schwimmen im Blau des Ozeans
Vorübergehend rhetorisch denken
Ich vergesse gerne ganz gut.

Gegen den Willen sprechen
Auf dem unbekannten Weg gehen
Laufen gegen Müdigkeit
Auf die falsche Weise schweben.

Scheint, alle Hoffnungen sind
auf der anderen Seite des Flusses.

In a dream, in a very secret dream-
I thought about someone in deep secret ..

I am a dreamer,
Day to day belongs to the hope
And the path goes on and on.

Oh the past! Beyond my hope-
I saw that fell by each and every moment.

In intense silence,
The moments are gone passed
Still thinking anxiously.

O neighbor of my heart-
When you have become a distant stranger.

Never know
Could not read my heart, with exhaled compassion -
I saw all in the middle of a dream,
It floats in the blink of an eye.

In a dream, in a very silent dream-
I saw someone in deep secret ..

The sky was full of stars
Gentle flowing breeze,
Fireflies glow in the dark
Excited mind and heart.

Hoping for the moon
In what tone do I need to call,
In the sweet fragrance of Cestrum nocturnum
The window is widely open.

The sun lean to the west
The game of light and darkness goes on,
The game of clouds is going on in the sky
Time passes by chasing them.

The day covers within the night
Calls across the border,
Swinging in the thirsty soul
A newer appeal.

The bride wearing the veil walks away
The evening star peeps
Her face is full of smiles
Heart becomes passionate by looking at her.

In the house by lighting the evening lamp
Covered with her fringe
Her bashful and timid glance woke up trembling
However, the hand is extended.

What a line on the silent face
Nobody understood
She is tired of the illusion of home
At the same time incineration in the heart.

Remained pervade by measuring the perimeter, thought and consciousness
Emotion leads to every wave, to the last sorrow.

Marginal hopes raises fog, uncleaned surface of the earth
Walking in a trembling rhythm, eyes are twitched.

Waking up in the middle of the night, under the spell of whose magic
Objects that are matched with great faith, so find them step by step.

Did not understand clearly, when the shackles were untied
A search is going on at the shore of the wreck, to find what is being lost.

Do not listen to the sweet words of the wicked
Don't count when he says something.

The trick is that he wants to make you lose all the time
There are so many people like them in this society.

However, they are out of reach all the time
When all such intellects are join together, then there is nothing to be done.

To be among these people is a great danger
You never know, when they will bring a new menace.

Yet do not know why, they are the first-line people
No matter how hard you try, they go unnoticed.

In search of trembling happiness
The worn heart understands whatever.

Cold air is blowing in the field
Spending all the time by thinking.

Already lost the way forward
Where do I stand with my hopes extended.

The past is behind the speed of life
Gets tired of finding the wrong path.

Weevil filled path spreads despair
However, the sun sets at end of the day.