Am I DEAD?

I’m one, who have been shot by one of those covered faces.

That day I was not going school, but my mother send me forcibly.

There in the auditorium, I suddenly heard the sounds of bullets and screams. Everyone in that big room got frightened…. Everyone start rushing, some outside some tried to hide themselves under the chairs.

…I was remain seated, seeing the scene. Now the covered faces entered into the room to kill each of us…

And the same they did.

Many of my mates screaming and begging for their lives. But I was remain silent, listening everyone…. Seeing everything….

Now one of those cover faces came to shoot me. I could see his eyes… he was terrified, but I was not… even a little. You know why, because I was humming the name of ALLAHA same as HE WAS.

Then I felt some bullets had crossed my chest. And then I fallen asleep. Same as I sleep in the LAP of my mother everyday… very peacefully….

Now I see my mother crying on my coffin, she thinks that I’m dead….

Am I DEAD?

-On Peshwar attack, on students of a school. Killed more then 150.

Surrender yourself... to the GOD who takes away all our imprudence and sins...

Surrender

Through the days on burning sand,
I walked bare footed and sweat.
Never wished for my dry throat,
A drop of water to wet.

All the moments I always ran,
Without a shelter or shade.
No matter u did never notice,
I was always quiet and glad.

I fainted and rose, and fainted and rose,
But let my steps on desert way.
Accepted the pain whenever u gave.
“No” never I put, the order u gave.

My master I know; I’m slave of yours.
It’s nothing the toil whatever I do,
When a day will come; I’ll lay down,
I know you’ll take in lap of you…

Abhay Kumar

How We Take.

I remember a story, in which a man thrown all the diamonds into the sea. He thought that they were stones, as he had been sick due to his unawareness, and as soon as he brought that piece of stone, front of his eyes, he fainted seeing the brilliance of that. But then, he couldn't do anything besides regretting.

         That’s how we throwing all our breaths into the ocean of our time-line. I think he (God) gives equal opportunities to each of us, more precisely say “our breaths”, to understand ourselves.  And when we put our steps on the track of self-realization, we start understanding; which things are Possible, which is NOT, also which Should Actually Be Possible, which Should NEVER Be. And sooner or later, a time comes when we get able to filter them…

          This is a natural as well as a universal truth, that awareness is as small as a seed. But if it gets a susceptible environment to grow, then it transforms in the form of a huge tree, whose fruits are divine.

            It really up to us, how we take those (our breaths)… JUST take J or ACTUALLY take J

While on the way...

While on the way... A way which allures but never has destinations. A way which calls to taste its temptations but bring us so far from the peace of mind and soul. A way where every thing glitters and touch a lust but all  fake and momentary..!! steps sometimes shivers, listening some whispers. The whispers which howls around the ears... and tow its heel bloody to stop us... But at last that howling whispers loss its intense, and collapse into its name..

while on the way...we follow it ignoring the voice of goodness. A goodness in which always our soul rests... we let it feel an obsession of our apathy. Forgetting all the values and intrude all those boundaries...we compel ourselves to find out something that never exists. Nevertheless we know the quest will feed the darkness and leach our courage...

while on the way... we never try to realize what is right and wrong although we might aware what the results are. Our every little mistakes; which generally be ignorable for us, transforms in blunders some day...

we'll be poor enough if we generally fall in this 'yes and no' situations and yet does not take path of goodness... That whispers are the voice of soul and a real wisdom of man. And Wisdom tells us the right things, which always leads us in the path of God.

My poem "INSIDE"; although all we r drone somewhere in darkness but some inspirations always give us a call to START WITH NEW BEGINNINGS...that's how God is Inside us

"INSIDE"

Itself they (eyes) were closed slowly.

When I asked to see Inside...

There were Just guilt and sins around.

Was nothing, Just dark and dark; besides.

I moved the curtains that bled to dark.

Perhaps a ray may have left somewhere.

But hopes had fall, with tears and all.

Oh god! I had done just sins forever.

Never withdraw... in any situation... must be somewhere you'll find a way... trust in God and so as in yourself:)

"THE END"

In the glow of the day; there,

I saw the dark of night.

No way could I find anywhere.

Nor God did steer me to fight.

Nobody was awake to play the role,

In the city of love the fame and light.

The zombies were crying from well of coal,

No flame could light to shine bright.