The Dark of the Night - A story about finding Light in the Darkness

It was a cold dark night. Two men were chatting around fire, which was so feeble that neither of them was visible nor it could possibly provide them any comfort from the cold.

“All the wrong things happen in the night. All robberies, murders, even the devils like us are born because of the night.” one of them said while sharpening something over a rock. The other laughed a strange laugh as if chewing something. “I made a rhyme, I made a rhyme” he said in a very excited tone and then sang:

“In the Dark of the Night,

When everything gets out of sight.

Kill, steal, thrill before they put on the light;

Only idiots waste time thinking what’s wrong or right.

Before you take out the life, treasure their face with their fright;

Signal thy mate, rush to the window, quick and bright.

Don’t be scared of jumping from that height,

A robbery needs, you have that might.

We go for the kill, alright?

In the Dark of tonight!”

The man finished the song and bowed, while the other man tapped the knife on the rock as if clapping in praise. “Am just waitin’ for that little tinkilin’ candle light ove’ there, once they blow it out and begin to get naughty; we’re gonna go and slit their throats. That rich bogus would regret keeping money at his house.” he said, sliding his finger over the edge of the knife which was now sparkling with blood.

“I want his wife, as a squeeze, she’s a little cute thing. I see her at temple everyday. You sure, the King’s soldiers won’t interfere?” the man who was chewing, asked. “How’d they know if anything wrong gonna happen here? Walk like a shadow, attack like death and come out like silence.” the other replied.

Soon the candle was blown out and it was completely dark. The two men climbed the house with utmost care. “Cut the throat first” they thought and each one cut the throat of the person near him, on their bed, in their sleep. “Take everything you want” they thought and parted each other to open two treasure chests of the rich merchant. “Rush to the Window” One of the man appeared at the window. “Get lost again in the Dark of the Night” he thought but suddenly he realized his brother isn’t there. “Teeny!” he screamed his name. “I’m bitten! There was a snake in the chest! I also killed that sweet woman. Nothing’s right, in the dark of tonight! Come brother, help!” Teeny cried out loud. His brother instead tried to open the window but to no avail, it was locked. “How the hell it can get locked? It was open earlier!” he cried. Suddenly a spear struck him in the leg and he fell back.

“Fleeing? Leaving your little brother here to die?” the man knew the voice, he was right: it was the General. The soldiers had captured both the thieves, the one bitten by snake died; while the other kept crying and apologizing.

“Thank you sire!” The rich merchant, with his wife on his side said, bowing. Two mannequins, with red color flowing through their throat were lying on the bed. The thieves were fooled at every step and were finally caught. “How did you know, that we’ll rob here?” the thief asked. “Your brother followed the merchant’s wife everywhere; she complained of it to her husband, who in turn consulted to me. We tracked and saw & were delighted to find it was you. The most dangerous thief in the whole empire. We knew your brother would tell you about merchant’s wealth so he could get his hands on his wife. We knew your methods and let you in and caught you.” the general said. The thief was later put on trial and sentenced to death.

The merchant’s wife sat next to him and sang:

“Look outside it’s Beautiful Twilight,

Turn on the lights, let everything look bright.

With all their might, on their duty were our brave knights,

Now the scoundrels have been caught, Ah! What a delight!

No matter how bad it might get, in the end, the right always wins the fight,

Whether it’s in the bright of the day or the Dark of the Night.”

The merchant embraced her in an admiration and awe. He was filled with prideful joy at having such a courageous and wise wife. Then he blew out the candle without any fear. The darkness again dawned everywhere.

On A Slow Suicidal Track- An Inspiring poem for quitting Smoking on World No Tobacco Day

"Hiding from my wife and children, I secretly walk out of the house;

I can't resist the feeling that this smoking arouse.

I light up the cigarette every hour without a brake;

Though I'd love to live long, but I know I'm walking on a Slow Suicidal Track.

Though I love her a lot, but still we often fight;

The never ending discussion of what is wrong and what is right?

I'd love to somehow fill our relation's ever occurring cracks;

Though I want to live a happy life, but with smoking, I know I'm walking on a Slow Suicidal Track.

In the price of my expensive cigarette, a hungry soul could have a meal;

In the time I finish one, 50 children would have lost their lives, it's true but seems so unreal.

I never knew with my one cigarette so much was at stake;

Though I'd like to save their lives but with smoking I find myself on a Slow Suicidal Track.

My kids don't come close to me, my breath repels them;

My wife won't love, my parents won't talk, my life, it is mayhem!

They all in one voice say, if I don't quit smoking, there won't be many candles on my birthday Cake;

I know they're right, but still I haven't quit, I'm still walking on this Slow Suicidal Track

Though I'm pretty young but I can't walk long, don't feel strong, I feel very old;

"This Cigarette is a medicine my friend", Oh! It all began with this lie that jerk sold!

The blood, the cough, the cancer and tar have filled up to my mouth and my neck;

And I being an idiot still walked on the Slow Suicidal Track.

I don't want to suffer it all just to light the fire and to give in to my pity desire;

If I don't quit I'd lose it all, now to quit it forever is what I aspire.

I suffered a lot, I had enough, this misery has to end and now there's no turning back!

I Stop, I Quit, I know I have walked enough on this Slow Suicidal track.

Please listen my friend, if you use tobacco or smoke it too,

Don't give in, the quitting is hard just in the first day or two.

Now since you've begun don't fallback, attack! there's nothing you lack,

There's no use on walking on this, let's smack! this dirty Suicidal Track!"

On this

World No Tobacco Day

Quit Smoking!

            Choose Life over Death, Choose Merry over Misery!

End the Suffering, begin the Living!

1216 people quit smoking everyday, by dying!

Please don't be part of this statistics.

If you agree with the message of the poem and you know someone who smoke, then share, pass it on and spread the words, so more people can live.

We Human, can always, have always and will always triumph over the darkest Maligns! And this is just a pity desire. Throw the cigarettes into the trash. This time let this misery smoke and disappear into this air, while you take the fresh air.

One in six person die because of smoking. To put this into context, in the US alone, tobacco kills the equivalent of three jumbo jets full of people crashing every day, with no survivors. On a worldwide basis, this equates to a single jumbo jet every hour. Source- Wikipedia (Health Effects of Smoking).

If you smoke you're a danger not to your self but to people around you, people you love, the whole society and the whole Humanity! There is a chance that 33% people around you will get the cancer and die due to Passive Smoking (Passive Smoking)

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Love - The Most Powerful Weapon in the World

A tyrant king, who dreamt of taking over and ruling over the whole world, was searching for someone who could guide him. He heard a lot about a wise man, popularly called as Man of Wisdom. He heard that Man of Wisdom knew everything and always helped others in their problems, so the king decided to pay Man of Wisdom a visit.

He said,

“I want to become the most powerful king in the World.  I want to own every piece of land in every corner of the world.  I want that everyone bows to me and the whole world knows my name.  I want that every coin, be it gold or silver or bronze, bears my mark and bears my name.” he stopped.

“Nice” said Man of Wisdom sarcastically and then asked, “Why do you come to me?”

“I want to defeat the neighboring empire. But the problem is that it is a very big kingdom.

It has a huge powerful army with all kinds of weapons. Their army is stronger than mine. But I hate that Empire and its king. I want to start my campaign of taking over the world with him, but I have no weapon strong enough to face him and my army is outnumbered.”

He paused then again said,

“So I want you to tell me about the most powerful weapon in the world. Something that has never even been built; that can move mountains, win over the world and thus can fulfill my dreams. Tell about some mighty weapon and how can I create it and use it against that king.”

Man of Wisdom looked and smiled at him; then he said “To become the mightiest person in the world that never was, you’d have to perform mightiest sacrifices that were never ever made. Do you have the willingness to do that?”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do. Tell me and it will be done.” The king said.

The boy, the mother and the cherry tree - A touching short story

The 6 year old boy was playing in the small garden in his house. The garden had a few small shrubs, plants and a few trees. There were many plants with beautiful flowers and a few with strange leaves. But out of all, the boy liked the cherry tree most.

Whenever the boy asked his father about the tree, he always replied, “Your mother planted the tree.”

But the boy had never seen his mother. He never knew how she looked as they didn’t have any photograph of her. He played in the garden with other children, most of who went to the same school as him. They always talked about their mothers loudly and that was when the boy felt silent.

He heard a lot of things about mothers from his friends from the school.

The boy didn’t know what motherly embrace is. He didn’t know how mother would have protected him from bad weather and would have snatched him away from difficulties. The boy never had sweet desserts and cakes his mother would have made. The boy missed his mother a lot and so he always stayed around the cherry tree. After all, his mother planted the tree…

The boy lay asleep below the cherry tree. It began to rain, but the boy stayed dry and harmless, because the small tree protected him. A few gentle drops falling from the leaves touched his face, he woke up slowly. It was getting dark, so he went back into the house. He switched on the light his room and looked through the window. The tree was completely pink due to the flowers blossoming on it. He imagined the tree as a woman, with pink hair and white clothes with silver lining. The boy began to cry, he never missed his mother so much and he again felt asleep.

Soon seasons passed. The blossoming flowers were now delicious cherries. Though his mother wasn’t there but his father often made cherry pie, muffins, cakes and crumbles. The boy loved them all. No matter what time or which meal, if he would eat something, it must contain cherries.

The boy would do most of the activities below the cherry tree. Playing, studying, eating and sleeping in the day. The cherry tree wasn’t just a tree for him anymore; it became a part of his life, a part of his every day to day activity.

The boy still missed his mother a lot but he now appreciated cherry tree more and more because he understood why his mother planted the tree. Though she left him, she was still with him, in the form of this beautiful cherry tree.

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