For You My Sweetheart

Heard the phone ringing in the middle of night,

Kept fingers crossed hoping everything was alright.

She was on the other side of the phone,

Wanting to talk to me all alone.

It had been long since we had a talk,

Memories suddenly seem to unlock.

She said it was something important,

Something which was really pleasant.

She was in love with somebody,

And had decided to be with him on the journey.

The journey she called as marriage,

And this was her message.

The world around me suddenly started shaking,

I could sense what was in the making.

Tear started rolling and my heart became heavy,

But this was the burden I had to carry.

Her every decision I always respected,

But this was something I always dreaded.

I loved her and couldn’t see her leaving me,

Still destiny is something real ugly.

I always wanted her do what she sought,

That is the way she has been brought.

Letting her go was the best I could do,

No matter what, I had to see it through.

I blessed her best in life,

Praying she always be happy no matter what be the time.

After all, I am her father,

And she is my daughter.

According to Mamkol, “Surrender whatever love asks for if it is conditioned, it is not love anymore”.

Who Cares?

These were the days of Zubin's internship when he was just out of university. On the way back home late night at around 12.30 midnight, he missed his bus and started walking since the distance to his place was not a long one. It was cold winter in Delhi and not a soul was visible on the streets. He reached a bus stop where he saw a few girls standing. His first impression was correct, they were call girls.

He decided act as if he did not see them and increased his pace of walking. They called him and shouted quite a few lines but he decided not giving a shit about it. He could see one of the girls following him but pretended as if he doesn’t know.

Suddenly, that girl increased her pace and caught him. She stopped me and said, "I am not one among them, I swear I just missed cab to my office and I was waiting here till they all appeared". She even showed Zubin the ID card of her office. Now, he was not sure what to do and didn’t know how to react. Before he could say anything, she continued, "Can I walk with you till next bus stop. You know it is not safe being alone; I will get a taxi from next stop and leave." He thought about it and said "OK".

There no really no one on the streets, the police control rooms were either empty or the people on duty were sleeping. Zubin was feeling really discomfited and awkward.

They walked along without even saying a word and reached the next bus stop and there were no taxis. Zubin didn’t say anything and told her that if she wants, he can wait till she gets a taxi. She was a bit reluctant but then, agreed. Zubin was really tired after working and wanted to crash in bed but there he was, waiting for one dam taxi to appear and that too for someone who he didn’t even know. He waited and waited and it was almost 2’O clock midnight and he had lost his patience.

He told her that he ought to leave because he has to reach office at 7.00 AM morning. Zubin could see that she was feeling scared and knew she was alone; still he was adamant on leaving. She said that she will die of fear and he either accompanies her to hostel or wait till she gets a taxi. He got furious thinking why the hell should he help her? Zubin actually didn’t know what to do, to be or not to be. But then, he left without saying a word, not even looking back. He didn’t want to get into any trouble and left.

He went home crashed in bed only to wake up 8.00 AM in morning. He was running late for office and was getting ready. He switched on the TV while he was eating breakfast. And there he saw the news that haunted him for the rest of his life. That very girl he met last night had been raped and murdered on that very road where he left him.

And there was Zubin, crying like a baby, shaking and blaming himself for what had happened. He simply could have changed her fate. We all are just so busy in our lives that we don’t really care. And all that exists is lies, frauds & deception.

According to Mamkol, “Who to blame when we ourselves are a part of this dirty game”?

So Much For Nobody

As I was about to cross the road,

I heard something explode.

People running around with smoke in the air,

Deep inside my heart I began to fear.

Dead bodies, blood on the street and flames I could witness,

My body started shaking and felt all darkness.

There she lied unaware of what has happened,

Just a kid, among dead bodies she was stationed.

Her face covered with blood but not saying a word,

No one seems aware of this baby being injured.

I took her in my arms and could see she was alive,

But I needed some aid for her to survive.

Her heart beat became slow and she started losing her breath,

My dreadful fear was her moving close to death.

Went running towards the ambulance,

But the so called security forces were my hindrance.

I shouted, I cried telling people to let me go,

It was about the life of someone who is yet to see the world.

They didn’t listen and I stood there wounded,

Seeing her die in my arms was worst I ever wanted.

My faith in humanity vanished,

And there I was anguished.

Took a vow and buried my soul,

Nothing for this world, not anymore.

According to Mamkol, “We live in a world where people sell their souls and the ones who don’t, actually don’t matter to the world”.