Rigorous Blast......

              I would like to reiterate my words, PAK is truly atrocious,brutalizing ample of innocent lives ,flesher PAK the Islamic Republic proved itself as the republic of terrorism once again enormously.

My dear people, this writing hand is not really intended for criticising any sort of religion but assuring the sort of religious intolerance ,wouldn't   it be but natural view of any man who is getting in cause of natural trepidation of this intolerance throughout the life??

even sometimes my mind made to think about, is really The Islam religion followed by normal fellow people or only a religion where terrorism has ground roots too deep to evict?

        okay, lets not discuss about that! instead focus on the yesterdays ensnare by PAK.

Indian airforce camp in Pathankot is completely being brutalized by PAK and initially 3 commandos are enmeshed by PAK ; continuing the encounter till Sunday by late night, PAK killed 7 more commandos along with lieutenant Colonel Niranjan Kumar.

Lt Col Niranjan Kumar;s consistent resorts of defusing live grenade causes him death..His sad demise causes major lapses to Indian airforce military.

            My dear people isn't it a replica of 26//11 once again? And unquestionably, How many more such 26/11s are going to be happened in India? And moreover How many such innocent lives will be the  prey for carnivorous PAK,for the sake of religion,politics,land and possession??

              Combing operation is still on and uncertainty lies between the probabilities of  being killed and to kill;still it is not clear that how many such terrorist are hidden in Pathankot ,And how many more commandos will be brutalized by PAK terrorist?

                PAK must inculcate in their Minds that on single request of Nawaz Sharif our respected PM Modi was ready for sake of greetings to Nawaz Sharif  for his birthday and tried to form amiable relationship with PAK, And even then PAK dares for assassination. So I hereby declare that Pak can never be trusted. Wouldn't it be necessary for world to remember again the action previously taken by US?

                  For the same, some maneuver  must be implemented for lifetime protection for people of my land and have to draw some strong solution for precious lives of soldiers of my country.And one more thing , A stitch at time saves nine! 

                   From now every abetment  for terrorism necessarily be murdered in India, and let the afflatus blood flow through each heart. 

The day when I was nothing………

                                Since long I had been heard,

                              “Love has no weapon to beat”

                              “Blind cannot sense the light”

      “Birds don’t chirp at night”

     “Life is furious knot which is wistfully tight”…....

     Why…..? it remained unsolved in my mind…..

Today I ran away, across miles away

Walked I into dense forest and lay,

Thoughtfully I wish my soul should escape away,

Which is sentenced harshly into dark prison of my body…..

These eyes had hardly ever sense the light…..

Many more hearts become weapon for this one heart,

Sobbing in a heart but I shed no tear,

This mind is never overjoyed by comic mere,

So clam these eyes  never  cheered…..

The day I wishfully ran away beyond the sight,

Away from fears

Away from tears

The day I wishfully ran away beyond the mind,

Away from dreadful faces

Away from tedious races

The day I wishfully ran away beyond the sense,

Away from pains

Away from gains

                Now,I am nameless,calm,quit,still and unmoved…..

Beyond all aims,

Beyond all hopes,

Beyond all pains,

Nothing to pain,

Nothing to gain,

Nothing to loose,

Nothing to mourn,

                In flow of time, I remained a “ Fallen idol”…..

After long days..

Many eyes surrounded me,

I cheered a lot ;

I thought,I am still one of the fortunes,

And started flying in colors…

      But alas…!!!!!!

Almighty knows only,what had he put I through!

“I am punished in thousands of pieces for my undone mistake….”

My pieces gathered in brown sack and made empty on river bank,

And I remained tear less again..

Fortunate lives had having fun on bank,

One of them put me up and threw under deep water………………

                What can call for “the day” you fortunate lives????

For this fallen idol, it is “THE DAY WHEN I WAS NOTHING”……......