Me FIR JINE NIKLA

Khwahisho ke sitare asmaan par jane kyu chamakne nikale hai,
Ab na andheri rat ka, na din ke ujale ka dar hai,
Sote hue bhi inhe aag ke dhadhakne ka ehsaas hai,
Jalte hue, jagmagate hue fir bole hum me abhi bhhi saans hai,
Sabhi ek dusre se badkar, sab me kuch to khaas hai,
apne hunar ka jamawara, meri bhi kalam se khub nikla,
Zindgi ka hath thamkar me fir jine nikla. :)

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

"I'm in love with you"

Someday soon, I'll be gone
As I've came with empty hands
Though they love, only once in their life,
I can never see those meaningless sight.

This moment when I see your shining face,
I took a deep sigh in amaze and afraid,
If, you're gone too, who will ever love you,
Like, the way I'm in love with you.

Your hairs are dry but look so great.
Beauty of your body glittering in pink,
But if you're gone from this temple of heart.
Their's no one who can feel you,
Like, the way I'm in love with you.

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

"WITHOUT ME"

Don’t let the sky turn without me.
Don’t let the Moon shine without me.
Don’t let the Earth spin without me.
Don’t let the days pass without me.

Moonlight reveals the sky’s bright face.
I am the light, you are the Moon—
Don’t rise without me.
The thorn is protected by the rose!
You are the rose, I am the thorn—
Don’t show your beauty without me.

O joyous companion of the King,
Don’t drink without me.
O watchman on the rooftop,
Don’t stay up without me.
Woe to those who travel alone. . . .
You know every sign,
You’ve walked upon every path—
Don’t go without me.
Some call you love,
I call you the King of Love.
You are beyond all imaginings,
taking me places
I can’t even dream of.
O Ruler of my Heart,
wherever you go . . .
Don’t go without me.

TUTION TEACHER

Mrs. James you must focus on Steffy’s education, her marks are gradually decreasing, said the principal of Holy Cross Public School. I suggest you to teach her regularly at home and if you do not have time to teach, I know some private home tutors who can help you. He added at last. Steffy with her mother came back to home. Steffy is neither good in studies nor she wants any home tutor. Could you make me a cup of tea sweetie, said Steffy’s mother. Mother is not looking well, thought Steffy and walk to kitchen for her duty. Her mother still remembers those ugly days of her childhood when……..

Mr. Suri came to teach Anamika (Steffy’s mother) at home when she was studying in 7^th standard. . Anamika was not good in studies and her principal had advised her mother to hire a private tutor to teach her personally. Anamika was around 10 years old that time, Mr. Suri a tall, broad shoulder and fair guy of around 25, He used to wear jeans and t-shirts with different patterns on it. They study in steffy’s room where no one can enter without permission. Mr. Suri was a genius in Mathematics and could solve any problem of her book. Anamika was improving in every subject by each passing day. Mr. Suri decided to take test on every Saturday, and she was told that if she scored good marks, she would be rewarded. First he took test of mathematics and after a long silence of 30 minutes Anamika handed him her answer sheet, Mr Suri check all answers meticulously and she scored above 70% in her first test. Mr Suri ordered her to come forward and took her reward. Anamika did, now close your eyes and do not open them for 10 minutes said Mr Suri. He hold Anamika a ten year old, innocent and sweet girl into his arms and kissed on her lips until blood came out from them. She astounded of what had happened. She saw in some movies that girl and boy kiss but her mother always turned the channel when such scene comes. She was mourning in pain, her lips were bleeding and Mr. Suri sucks them every time she groan. After few minutes situation was under control and Mr. Suri had packed his bag and ordered her to prepare for her next test which was of science. Next day when Anamika handed him her answer sheet, he hold her again into his arms and sucking her baby lips so roughly that her tears were running. His hands were slowly moving into her pants and scratching her lower body. Mr. Suri came daily and took test on every Saturday. He had destroy her pure and so called god’s body.

Mommy tea is ready, you can come upstairs and join me, said Steffy.

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

SAVIOUR AT 21 A BLOCK

Mumbai, a dense and crowed city. Hotter than lamp in summer and in rain it is far from imagination to live without getting drench. 21 A block was residence of Mr Ramnath Vyas., a well educated man and president at Human Welfare Department. His aura made other aware of their work at office, a tall dark and fat virtually 40 year old man proves to be the best president yet at human welfare department. He dwelled with his wife and two sons, both studied at university. His wife a fat, unfathomable and swarthy body, used to treat servants like cattle, they had more than 4 servants at a time. And among them, one was my father. Rajesh Singh, I can still feel his aura around me, the way he patted me, his hard hands revealing the hard work he did for me. I still remember that day, my 14^th birthday on which he brought a chocolate cake loaded with 14 candles. That was my first birthday cake and we both enjoyed and savoured it. He had brought that cake from his overtime salary. He worked that month more than 16 hours just to make my birthday superfluous. I had lived in a place which is perfect for me, I’ve learnt life in those rooms which gloom even at daytime. My eyes waited all day for my father to come and we had supper before sleep. I had studied at government school and college. My father had fulfilled my every little dream but once I became mature I understood those circumstances and started working in hotels  and bars as dishwasher. My father wanted me to complete my graduation and focus more on my IAS exams. Two years ago, on the night of 19^th September, rain was falling with its high pace. People were running towards their home, streets were filled with all kinds of species and the man at the gate of 21 A Block is striving and shivering with fever and there is no hope from the master to call him inside or provide him safe place to rest. It was my father, who was suffering from fever and was seriously ill that time. He faint there at this very gate, where we are standing now. He died after 3 days, doctors reveal that he had suffered from plague and was seriously ill by the time of work........

He supported me every time, he inspired me, if there is anything I have learnt from this universe that is, never ever try to give up, it’s not only you who is working towards your dreams but it comprise of all those who are supporting you to make your dream a reality. Today shifting my stuffs to my new apartment as President of Human Welfare Department is not only my dream,  but it had been seen by my father at this very gate. He was the man who saves me, who made me. He was the saviour at 21 A Block.

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

“WAGER”

I never knew, that wager would change my life. Come on Abhinav we’ve to leave now, this is going to be the best Annual function, said Rajat. We both reach school within ten minutes. Program has already started and that beautiful girl in black saree is announcing, that our next performance is of Miss Anamika Bhaweja. My heart beats briskly and is going back to those moments…..

Virendra and I had wager to get the most beautiful girl of our school. First turn was mine and I had groomed myself in showing my faux perpetual love to her, by watching her coming and going from school, walking through her house, tried to start conversation, but never gather courage to had one. It was just a wager for Virendra but change was running through my veins and my heart, by each passing day, it seems inevitable to stop myself from enchanting towards her soul. Yeah, a 16 young lad was now learning the language of soul and was searching his soulmate. I started loving her intensely and the more days pass the more I falter confidence that whether one day I would be capable of showing my perpetual and fondle love to her. Finally one fine morning I dare to write a letter expressing my feelings for her and put in my pocket. That day I request her to meet me at canteen of our school and she did. We met as decided and before I started to speak, she impetuously advised me to check my science notebook, there were plenty of mistakes. It helped me to lose my confidence and I nodded on every question asked by her but It was like a reverie, how did she know about my science notebook, I started to mumble but she was gone by then. I followed her and without any word gave that letter to Anamika. We both had come to join next lecture of science by Miss Rashmita. I was not in mood to study, while rewinding few minutes back memory, I remembered that Anamika had told me to check my science notebook, I meticulously glance on every page, and what I had found was a white sheet of paper. That paper I opened underneath my desk, so that no one could notice. There was something written on it, with pink glittering ink that had changed my life and those words are “I lOVE YOU”……….

Today watching her on stage, seems like my whole universe constituted in this universal magic.

“Do believe in magic, and it will happen”  

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

CIRCUMNAVIGATE

Hurry up everyone, we are getting late, said Umesh dada. He has been taking care of us for 2 years. For us he is our whole family. We are orphans of SMILE CHILD TRUST. Today Umesh dada has brought us to this new zoo, near our town. I am Ram, ten years old swarthy boy. This is the first outing of my life, I’ve never been any place before. Today I saw thousands of species, sometime I soar, sometime aghast. Zoo is filled with peoples of every age group. I saw a group of lads and went forward to join them. But we are not allow to play or talk with them. This is the first time I’m getting envy with those lads, who have come with their parents. They ‘re eating Ice-cream and playing different games. I didn’t know what they’re playing but it fascinated me. Our folk is now moving to exit gate and I somehow manage myself to stay and submerge with those lads and play their frantic games, abruptly a man with long hair and dark moustache comes near to me and haul me from the crowd. He accuses me, of stealing their playing boards and food. They start beating me, but no one listen to my sob. I echo Umesh dada’s name and then……….

He comes as my savior and till then I faint. I don’t know how I get here again in the orphan’s bed but I feel relax of being at safe place again. I need some fresh air to rejoice my soul which had embittered by those games. I walk through the garden, and rain starts with its full pace. I sat under a shed and contemplate about how rich people and those who have parents live? How beautiful games they play, they needn’t have to worry about their dirty clothes and they can eat anything as much they want. My contemplation devastates by a voice coming from my back. How are you feeling now? Says Umesh dada. feeling better, I reply. He can see my tears running from my cheeks, my heart soaring for those frantic rather expensive games and my mumble as I’m fighting with god. He took a paper from his pocket and gives it to me. It is a ship, a ship of paper. What should I suppose to do with this? I ask. Join your fellows they are waiting for you at backyard, he insist. They’re playing with their ships and ask me to join. It fascinates me more than those frantic games. I indulge myself in the games. After a long period of time. All have gone to sleep except me. Umesh dada has  come see to me, its too late Ram you must sleep now, he suggests. I ask him to join, I circumnavigate with ships. He pat me softly and gone to sleep.

“Happiness is not in what others can afford, but in what we can manage”

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA