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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Tears of the Sky -An Inspiring Poem for Earth Day

Has this thought ever came into your sight?

When you looked up in the Night?

The falling rain as the tears of the sky?

The loud thunder as its loud cries?

What do you think why do you cry?

When you're hurt or someone has blown dirt in your eyes?

This is what happens with that beautiful sky,

When it rains without season as the sky cries.

'Cause you put smoke and dust in the eyes of the sky,

The toxins from industries rising  up and high.

 Now the trees are cut and the rivers are dry,

Most creatures you've killed as the living ones sigh.

Why do you always curse your mother?

The mother who suffered pain but still gave you birth?

Though you may not agree but there's still another,

The Mother who gave everything, you call earth?

And my selfish friend what would you say to your children?

When they'll live and die below the hot sun.

Without Water, food, Trees or Greenery, with just hunger, thirst and a barren land.

From yourself you run now, from your children then would you run?

Blossoming Fields, Blessing Greenery and a Happy Earth, if you want to see,

Save Water, Plant more trees and don't waste the Energy.

Don't throw what you can eat and save the Electricity;

We don't mean don't use, but please use efficiently

Don't cry, don't make excuses, don't be sad or get mad;

There's still time for us if together all of us try.

On this Earth Day see the Better World that we can have ahead,

Now let's stop the tears of the earth and tears of the Beautiful sky.

"Happy Earth Day"

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A World without 3-D :The Project for a Better World - A Beginning

 

"I want to take my last breath in a World without 3-D,

The 3-D are Diseases, Disasters and Despair.

A World without cowardice and scarce,

Where everyone lives their life without hardships or fear.

A World without Hunger and Diseases,

Where physical and mental suffering ceases.

Everyone gets and eats, to them whatever pleases,

An Unchained Harmony of Cured Human spirit, finally itself releases.

A World without Instability and Disasters,

Where millions aren't wiped by Nature's holocaustic encounters.

More lives can be saved from Tsunami, Earthquakes, Floods and Fires,

And May no matter how long this fight lasts, our spirit never retires.

A World without Grief and Despair,

Where flow of life hasn't been damaged beyond repair.

Where being Happy isn't a challenge but a breath of fresh air.

And the World is free of problems, since everyone care.

A World without Suffocation and Pollution,
Where five Elements of Nature and its creatures are free of any intoxication.
A planet where Nature's resources are repleted after their consumption,
The Earth is served not as a God but as a Mother, with devotion.

A World without Biochemical and Nuclear arsenals;
Where survival of Life of Billions, don't depend on handful of people.
A World without Drugs, Crimes and Criminals,
A World which has defeated Slavery and Illiteracy, in howsoever long Battles.

A World with Peace without Terrorism, Disputes and Wars,

A World with equality without rich or poor class.

A colorful World without skin-color induced scars.

World blessed by Gods without fights for religion or caste.

Love me or Hate me, Be with me or Against me, Support me or Oppose me;

Call it stupidity, absurdity, falsity or impossibility or better come and join hands with me.

My life is devoted, now let it take whatever it may be;

But when I'll die, you'll see, I'll take my last breath in a World without 3-D."
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*The 3-D are Diseases, Disasters and Despair*
*And like all of you, I too Love 3-D movies :)*

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Summer's Here -A Tribute to Typical Modern Summer

Summer's here and I'm buying a lot of cold drink,

Ignoring the small child looking hopefully at me.

Though I close my eyes and pretend not to see,

But he and million others don't even get good water to drink.

Summer's here and my mother asked me not to get out,

She asked me not to get out of my home.

But what about those who are always out,

Those who have no home?

Summer's here and my Grandma asked me to keep an onion when I go out,

As soon as I got out I took the onion & threw it out.

The onion rolled and reached a woman whose child was crying loud,

She thanked me and said he'll eat something today without a doubt.

Summer's here and my Girlfriend asked me to bath a day twice,

Surely I'll get the water, though most of the rivers have dried.

The crops are failing and the cattle have died,

But surely sweety, I'll bath twice.

Summer's here and my room's AC, fan & cooler are on,

At some far village, a boy's board exams are going on.

Studying in an oil lamp he has no fan or lights to turn on,

I lived in a village too I had the same, but now living in National Capital, I waste electricity on & on.

Summer's here and the life in summer is like an ice cube floating in the water;

A little of it can be seen while the most part is hidden.

We're indulged in our petty desires, leaving World's all pains for later;

And we don't do much to help those in need, as if it's God-Forbidden.

Summer's here and it will be gone & so will be the upcoming winter and the rain;

And we'll replace one pleasure with another just to run away from the pain.

So I guess that the World's problem will always remain,

Let us all stand up and do something rather than just complain.

We all will see the bright sun rising between the mountains,
No matter if it's the Summer or the Winter or the Rain.
We'll overcome the sufferings, the needs and the pain,
And we'll see it, when the Summer will be here again, this time we're so certain.

Through the Dark times- An Inspiring Poem

The poem was written by Man of Wisdom in one of his terrific journeys. The poem deals with what Man of Wisdom dealt at that time: oppositions, suffering, defeats, nervous breakdowns, being left alone, humiliation, no interest in life’s day to day activities and then, finally he thought about giving it all up and getting rid of all the seemingly impossible difficulties by letting his life go. He thought that ending his life would also put an end to his miseries. Just before jumping from the edge of the very high mountains, he was passing through, he blamed God because he never himself doubted God's presence but still he was facing these fiasco. He lost his hope and he stopped believing in his destiny. He stopped trailing on his Untrailed Path…

He was going through the darkest times of his life, but still he was Man of Wisdom. He believed in God throughout his life and like the tiny light glittering at the end of the long dark tunnel, he thought about going through his difficulties one more time even if it might turn out to be his last try. He did because he never actually gave up on a single thing he really wanted from the bottom of his heart.
He took out a parchment, dipped a feather in the ink pot and began to write. He wrote every problem he was having and for that he had to use lot of parchments. After writing every problem, he thought about solutions. He couldn’t think of any solutions in the beginning but he kept on trying; soon solutions began to come in his mind. He was getting hope because every impossible and incomprehensible thing was becoming comprehensible and seemed extremely easy to him. He could feel the extreme positiveness bursting from his body, heart and soul; he was making cheerful sounds that echoed through the dark valley, he was scared to step into. Finally his poetic instincts reached their peak and he added the last few lines. He looked at the parchment: everything was there- problems as well as solutions in just a few lines. He smiled and shouted again, "I'll make Through the Dark Times"  “Through the Dark Times” echoed back from the dark valley:

“When fate is playing you like a puppet,

And people are crushing you like a doormat.

When everyone ignores you like air,

And there’s no one who care.

When you think someday you will prevail,

But no day ends well.