Most Expensive Gift

Few years back I was pondering over what's the most expensive gift that I have got in my life. It was just an impromptu thought with no intention behind, just like this a thought.

During my thought process I looked over so many things available with  me in physical form, some still with me and few packed up in packets, steel boxes, home etc. I have so many gifts that I still carry but still I was confused to decide which is the one upon which  I have build up something. That one thing which is still with me and has served me the most. After few hours of careful investigation still I was not able to figure out which is the one. So I left thinking upon this. Suddenly one day, I found my answer and I was so surprised that the quality of return that gift gave was incredible. Before declaring that what was the gift- here is story about my school days  which explains what it is.

During the prep time in the evening, one of my friend said to me would you like to read this newly launched novel - it's very interesting. During those times I had a very strong notion of how the hell people read such fatty books with even not a single image, the whole book consists of just texts. Even after looking at such types of books I used to get very scared. But then he told me you would like this book and you must give it a try. So, I took the book just for scanning and started reading at around 7 PM, and the book was so interesting that it got over  by around 4 AM in morning. That one book, gave me the first-hand experience of all fatty books are not boring. And the novel was so interesting that I formed the habit of reading novels. Within a year I read more than 100 novels, all of  different kinds from fantastic to most boring ones. Within a year, I got bored with novels and switched over to different kinds and flavors of books.

So, have you got the answer? It's the habit of reading that I developed after reading that novel. This single habit has changed my life dramatically. Whatever I am TODAY, it's majority share goes to reading habit. The day I realized this that the books which are interesting, apart from course textbooks, arouses a habit of reading, increases your curiosity - what can be the best gift than this. From that day I changed my habit of giving gifts to whosoever I gave. I gave them BOOKS. 

Poem: Ungraduating

          Ungraduating

Mother's choice in suite & boot, 

father's advice to  catch the root.

Amidst both, society's advice to beat the boot, 

this guy cycled around & around.

Unable to catch and propound,

promising them and people around, 

totally forgotten his hometown.

I threat no more to memorise

advice no more to copy.

Listen to me carefully!

I give up the race to top, 

frustrated of your accumulated nuisance,

I advise you to look what you teach,

teach not for skill,  but to kill.

But kill what, the intelligence,

naturally I seize to your way,

the way to graduate, I seek to ungraduate.

Poem: Fired

         Fired

To magnify the highest, 

to seek the highest, 

to know the truth,

of this crazy route, 

am getting fired up.

Impatient of knowing, 

knowing what it is,

I give up every little bit,

waiting vigorously,

for the days to come,

am getting fired up.

Digesting the undigested,

exploring the muck,

and slowly clearing,

day by day of my longing,

am getting fired up.

Dodging the sleep, 

day and night,

growing by an inch height,

just waiting and waiting,

am getting fired up.

Poem: Wishing of Darkness

Wishing of Darkness

Wishing to sleep in complete darkness,

this simple thought gave me immense madness.

Madness without drink, bear or booze,

Nothing as such but madness of life itself.

Darkness pleasure, that now I enjoy the most,

To experience this pleasure, that makes me drunk,

Hey man When! When will you shut down

 to experience the madness that got lost

 in absolute asynchronisation of mundane.

Wishing to sleep in complete silence,

Silence that makes me feel crazy,

Crazy about anything with attention.

Wishing, wishing & just wishing to sleep,

Sleep not in activity, but in full deep and depth.

Poem: Sochta Hun ( सोचता हूँ )

                सोचता हूँ

सोचता हूँ की आख़िर सोचना क्यों बंद कर दिया

दिमाग़ को कब मैने तार तार कर दिया

कुदरत के इस मिसाल को कब बदहाल कर दिया

ज़िंदगी चलाने वाले इस मशीन को कब खराब कर दिया

ए-ज़िंदगी बता की कब तुमने सोचना बंद कर दिया |

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मैने उसके साथ कब खेलना बंद कर दिया

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My first poem.