Planted a brown lifeless stick
On the barren land of school
watered it from her water bottle

I asked her
"Dear what are you doing"
She said
"Mam I am planting it to make it green"

I told her
"It has no sign of green. It is not going to turn into life"

After few minutes
I saw her planting a green leaf just very close to brown dry stick

Might be in hope
"To see green leaf dry stick will turn into green stick"

Her innocent act of plantation
Weighs thousand times more than who just gave lectures on plantation on high profile plateform to gain appreciations.

Time is an imaginary frame of life in this universe
It keeps everyone on the line of imagination

Crust of time takes me up and push me back on the trough of life
It goes so smooth as if it is fixed by some force

Oscillation and escalation of time binds everyone on the neutral line

Rarely some break the transverse of this time line
to create immortality

It starts with high frequency at source
As the time passes frequency comes in descending mode and then disappear in this medium of life

On the floor of washroom
made me scare
I looked and checked
What it was?

It was the shadow of
cobweb hanging from the ceiling of washroom

Looked me
Like the painful past
Whose shadow in present
Creates an uneasiness in life

World seems still to me
No leaf movement
No wind is blowing
Silence is broken by the call of a watchman
             "   Jagte Raho"

A beautiful book mark
Between the pages of book
of my life

A silent music in the silence of students
Their heart rhythm more than normal
It feels as if they are in deep meditation
Their pens are dancing with the warmth of breathing
Some pens are doodling on the corner of question papers

Light direction create the double shadows on the wall of examination hall make a unique piece of art

Tick tick sounds of clock seems very fast to them