Minds Eye Of Life

“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!” “Coffeeee!! Teaa!!” The vendor called out as he passed the coupe. “Thuddd!” The baby fell on its knee trying to walk across to his mother. The mother ran to pick up the child and is busy placating him. Ravishing young lady sat across him checking her flock of hair in the mirror of her mini clutch bag. The chatter from the group of young boys engrossed in a card game relayed from above. The train had halted at Varnasi for 15 mins. He hadn’t moved or uttered a word from the time he got on. The newspaper covered Sanjay’s face; his eyes peered through his bi-focal spectacles and his hair rested neatly combed sideways. A pencil in his hand was losing his grip, he felt drowsy as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He heard someone calling out his name in a distance. He tried to run in the direction of the feeble voice. As he reached closer, the voice got louder, and the vision got better. He saw a young boy struggling to stay afloat

Photo Credit:  http://www.agneepaththefilm.com/ Agneepath (English: The path of fire) Agneepath was movie which was released in 1990 it was produced Yash Johar. This Mukul Anand directed movie immortalised the character of Vijay Deenanath Chauhan played by Amitabh Bachhan, the protagonist. It also gave hindi cinema a never to be forgotten dialogue “Vijay Deenanath Chauhan, poora naam, baap ka naam Deenanath Chauhan, gaon Mandwa.” The story is that of a young boy who grows into an angry young man fuelled by thirst for revenge to avenge the brutal killing of his father, Deenanath (a school teacher) a righteous man. Year 2012, Agneepath is remade, produced by Karan Johar under the same Dharma Production banner which made the original. This movie is directed by Karan Malhotra.  It has Hrithik Roshan playing the protagonist, Vijay Chauhan.  The significant difference between the two movies is, this time around the movie immortalises the character of Kancha Cheena, the vi

Photo Credit:  https://www.facebook.com/vinay.cygnus He was a man, who came from a foreign land, Spoke a language which I couldn’t understand. But he was charming nevertheless, I was flattered by him and his kindness. The distance shortened, as days went by, I loved to talk to him, I never felt shy. There was a sweet feeling within, I had never known, A lovely friendship bloomed between the two unknown.

Photo Credit:  Image: digitalart / FreeDigitalPhotos.net I was walking back home last evening and was passing through the small play ground close to my house. There were couple of small groups of young lads enjoying their evening games. A few playing cricket a few other chose the local game of Gilli-danda*. What was common amongst all these kids was they were happy and upbeat, engrossed in their game, cheering each other. A sense of happiness prevailed. As I stood there in one of the corners watching these boys play, one of the young boys playing cricket hit the ball hard and the ball rushed towards me. I just picked it up and threw it back. The boys cheered as it hit the stumps and they smiled. I just wondered how quickly with growing years we adults have lost this innocent smile.

Photo Credit: Image: Evgeni Dinev / FreeDigitalPhotos.net Choices you make shape your life, Sometimes truth is sharper than knife. It’s never all that easy, world is filled with rats, Have the heart to accept the facts.

Sameer looked at his mobile phone to figure out what the time was. It was 3:00 AM, cursing his lost sleep he got out of his bed and walked into his kitchen for a glass of water. After quenching his thirst, he tried to get back to sleep. But sleep was hard to come; he kept tossing around in bed. Finally deciding to check if he could find something interesting to read, he switched on his laptop. As the laptop was powering on he felt the pain for the first time that night. It was like an agonising pinch in his chest close to where biologically his heart should be.  He drank some more water hoping that it would help. 

Photo Credit  :  Image: kongsky / FreeDigitalPhotos.net I sat there by the glass window on the beach, Waves kept crashing against the rocks outside. Engrossed in thoughts, immersed in silence, I could feel the silent tears of the heart inside. It has been five years to date, She was here once, now long gone. I now live in memories of the past, Some painful, some joyful but regretting none.

Photo Credit: http://dildostichat.com/wallpapers/free-wallpaper-desktop-wallpaper-nature-sunset-voetmann-picture-1 She sat alone on the rock starring at the sun, It was sun set and she was the only one. I saw this girl every evening at the park, She used to stay back until it was dark. I always wondered who she was, Always wanted to know what her story was. She was beautiful and I was no one, Silence is all that we had in common.

Photo Credit :  Image: Idea go / FreeDigitalPhotos.net Sure tonight chips might be down, In your eyes I might be nothing but a clown. Laugh out you silly big world, Laugh out loud for I’m down tonight. Silence around isn't what world brought upon me, It’s the solitude I choose away from deceit. There is no sadness, no defeat, no shame, I don’t want to be counted amongst the lame.

Photo Credit : Image: luigi diamanti / FreeDigitalPhotos.net   Those eyes never stopped haunting me, They had a sea of stories in them, But never been spoken of, Never been shared and never will be. She was beautiful and she knew it, She was irresistible and she knew it, Love is the last thing she would do, Her soul was her own, It was her body that she sold.

Photo Credit:  Image: africa / FreeDigitalPhotos.net I have never met her, Never certain if I ever will, But strange are the ways, how people meet, Sometimes I wonder, what it all means. It was a silly chat in this wired world, I saw her in the virtual world, Never certain if she really existed in reality, Words stringed together lead to a conversation.

Remember the first time you cried. She took you in her arms as a mother, Showering you with kisses and sweet words When you had no one to play, And stood alone by the swing, She was there as a sister to make you smile. When you lusted for love in your youth, She became your wife, whom you made love to. You owe her for your birth, You owe her for your smile, She selflessly loved you all the while. She was the one, who made all the sacrifice.

Photo Credit:  https://www.facebook.com/vinay.cygnus I have been waiting by the window, Hoping that one day you will be back, It has been a long wait, Yet my heart says you will comeback. I still remember that day, It was drizzling outside, There was thunder and lightning, And then it was drizzle no more, It was a storm with heavy rain.

As I step out of my home, it’s dark and silent. It’s not the silence that I wish to experience today. It’s something much more beautiful I’m chasing today. I look at the sky; it’s still a full moon above me in the sky. The moon is shinning bright, as if it’s starring right at me. We exchange stares and probably a smile.

I sat there in silence, With my head resting on her lap. She was warm and gentle, It felt soothing and blissful. As she caressed me and kissed me, It felt lovely with her by my side. As a gentle breeze blew, I felt her hairs gently slapping my face.

Heart breaks are never easy, With time the pain subsides, But the wounds leave a mark. With the every passing day, Marks of the wound become one shade lighter, But the memories remain.

K aran checked his wrist watch on the cold winter morning; he was standing beneath the banyan tree near the bus stop. This was the third time in the last 5 min that he was checking the time; it was 8:35 AM now. The bus to  Chamrajpura had not yet arrived. It was unusual as the bus was usually never late. The bus driver was always punctual and would be there always sharp at 8:30 AM. It took him 48min to be precise to reach his office from Shakti Nagar, where he resided.

When destination is unplanned, Journey never ends. If you ever think, That you have reached, That you have arrived, Then think again. Where you have reached, Is only one amongst the many milestones. Sometime later it will be time to pack again, Get set and hit the road again.

Photo Credit :  https://www.facebook.com/vijay.k.shenoy Love me or hate me, But you still need me. My name is money And I’m not everyone’s honey. For the ones who have me not, I’m their love, they desire for the most, I’m forever their elusive want.