who was he...a terrorist ?

About 2 months ago while I was on my way back to home I‘d met a boy named Muzammil, We were in a shared auto heading towards Delhi on National highway No.2 at about 6.30 pm and at that time no other passenger was there apart from the two of us. The boy is wearing ragged clothes; his body was almost turned into half skeleton, many cut marks on his face, some nail less fingers on his lean hands. But the most mesmerising thing on his face was his blue eyes full of innocence and an unknown fear.

      I’ve started the conversation with him in order to collect some information about the local area; as I thought he might be a local and abruptly stopped in between, finding him a bit disinterested in talking to me. He was continuously and keenly watching towards those vehicles that are passing along. Usually the distance I daily cover between my workplace and home took around 50 min; therefore I again decided to engage with him. 

This time he looked back with a very impulsive and hesitant stare towards me and said, “aap log kitne khushnaseeb hain” and turned back again to take a plunge into his own desperate world. It was a strong hypnotism that I felt around him, which leads me into being engaged with him again to discern what I desired at that time from him.

He stopped the auto and dropped himself somewhere at the midst of the highway and started walking. At some distance ahead, I’ve also let myself came out of that auto to walk and wait for him. After few minutes I’ve managed to merge my way into that of him to continue my desperate chat. I’ve asked him his name and this time he replied in a very compressed and dull voice without even facing me “aaaa...Muzammil....kya ap mujhe kuch khane ko de sakte hain”. I offered him patties from the nearby shop and accompanied him, since I was also feeling famished from the very moment I’ve left my workplace. “Tell me something about yourself Muzammil?”, I resumed the chat. The very first sentence muzammil began with was, “What was the last thing you had wished from God for yourself?” I have no answer at that time. He than continued to answer my question, ‘I had a very good friend of mine ‘Saqib’ maybe a year older than you. They have abducted us when we were enjoying the best days of our friendship. They first took us to some mosque to divulge that concealed faith for Islam within us and torture us till our utmost limit to churn out that undue hatred for mankind from the deepest of our mind. I gave up but my friend ‘Saqib’ stood till the end. They let us eat raw meat forcefully by putting hot iron rod into our mouth, forced us to drink urine and whenever we ought to refuse, they’ll beat us till we got faint”. He added, “They snatched our nails to give electric shock to our fingers followed by dipping the same in brine. In order to earn money out of the kidnapped people, they use to sell the kidneys by brutally operating the bodies. On a journey to an unknown faith, they teach us the chapters of mankind hatred dipping us into that dark sea of brutal harassment that somehow acts as a catalyst for us in that haunted journey, in order to make us reach to an anonymous destination while travelling on a road to nowhere.

Finally, he broke up into a loud cry yet with no tears in his eyes. I left him alone and moved on, with that isolation indeed. I was not able to sleep properly that whole night, thinking about that guy. "Is it the humanity that left him behind or vice versa...?" This question is still unanswered for me after so many days of that instance, waiting it to be answered...     

roAD tO noWhERe...a poetic autobiography of a terrorist.

On a pile of debts I took a premature birth,

They left me soon and gone somewhere far from this earth,

I grew up alone in that shady alley with less than ordinary worth.  

On a verge of this globe that is full of hatred,

My soaring dreams hatched with that utmost urge to get fade,

Within the hands of many, my existence often got preyed.      

On the streets of my childhood, I began learning in misery

They offered me haunted teachings, full of unknown faith free

And roots of my notion began to flourish, to hold my chaotic hatred tree.   

And the day came when I first met with those innocent eyes,

Emotions erupted and expressed within that moment disguise,

Those days were astonishing, when with no wings I can dare to fly.

Amid the beginning and end, it was end who dominate

My love deceived me and lost abruptly in dark to get fade,

At last I’ve left with the word ‘Love’ as a synonym of ‘Hate’.

My life’s road was long and destination undefined,

Those chilly nights were cruel and my dusky days blind,

Into me when they incubated seeds of ‘Jihad’, the divine.

They tortured me up till those limits, where humanity ought to fade

To train me how to liberate terror for which I suppose to get paid,

It was the moment I first realized that, “Devils are not born they are made”.

On that untoward dusky evening, amidst a crowded track,

I killed myself through, with thousand others in a suicide attack

On that road to God’s place, the mournful soul of mine never looked back.

I always desired to set myself free but not at all in this way,

Where my soul left with guilt and debt of those innocent lives to pay,

“The true meaning of Jihad is within your innerself”, is what thy holy Quran say.

Now those blood soaked cold ruins of mine are lying here and there,

With that obvious guilt, agony, insolence and abysmal care,           

Thus, my life concluded in the midst of that deserted road to nowhere…    

-unbound mohit

life's a music...is it ?

     "It seems that somewhere and somehow we all are plugged into life's own music, some destined enough to flow themselves within those rhythmic higher notations while others often found themselves struggling to fix those major chords right in place." 

...isn't life's a music or maybe vice-versa !!

...fade out Questions ?

" Within all the complexities of life, I somehow manage to think that even I can set myself free if I am able to break that cage made up of individualism, materialism, and those undue invincible orthodox deeds.
    It’s all about the positive thrust that remains naive until the same gets ignited by the fuel of inevitable unbound thoughts.
    Living unjustified merely never drive out your worthy inheritance. Thus, in order to redefine your way of living, you need to re-explore your innerself within, atleast to re-construct the answers of some fade out questions like..."

                                                         ..who you are and what’s the purpose of your being??

my road to nowhere...

                   …don’t know where it gonna lead me, may be in the suburbs of my own loneliness or in the midst of those dusky shallows of my malady. My journey seems to be on an unidentified and isolated path that always tends towards those unpredicted and never lasting subways full of pessimistic and orthodox myths of life. There might be some shortcuts but the same are futile and full of sarcasm and eventually they appears to be nothing but toxic and disabled virtues of my life’s own inner self. My life seems to be following the brink of those dissimilar and split identities that often possess their own anonymous blanks and thus it needs to be occupied by some of those unidentified and unexplored expressions within.

                    Somewhere far near the horizon of this earth there lays an untold and unfolded mystery that needs to be escaped and resolved in a non-conformist and unconditional manner. It may seem cumbersome but definitely not impossible. Where those dusky passages will remain as is, as there never appeared any ray of hope and thus it continues to be within the periphery of those utmost sorrows and unworthy guilt forever.

                                             “where there’s a road to nowhere never ends,
                                               there lies an ray of optimism, somewhere within your inner self”           


-unboundmohit

A message..."Bomb blast at Delhi high court, time 10:14 am"

Hatred continued...

I don't know who all has done this, even I don't know their creed. But all I can say now is... mankind is moving on a Road to Nowhere. With that blast, not only we've lost lives but also that imperative faith among us, that makes us feel that we are the so called 'human'. The chaos has started, as a result of this mankind seems to be frightened within.
        The naive anger began to sprout within the heart of each n every inhabitant, who either survived or fallen short of this catastrophe, but the real hitch is that again an innocent has suffered.
        Thus, by means of this message I want to appeal those.... who hated the mankind yet again, "that lift yourself up from the ruins of abhorrence, justify the true meaning of your lives, pay homage to the blood soaked remains of the mankind that resulted because of your unworthy hatred".

and above all ...try to be a 'Human'. 


-unboundmohit

nOt fOr mE...

"In the midst of this world, where the others thrive

I kept on walking alone as a part of my own strives.

Though pricey but often it sold for free,

Maybe I am overlooked as that happiness doesn’t make me glee

My beginnings were fragile, so would be my end

Why those veiled pains of mine couldn’t allowed to be mend

The flamboyant mankind nurtured almost in a form of tree,

Maybe I’d secluded out as the same is not for me

Those gestures look good when someone falls in love,

So what you love someone but what matters most is you being loved

Even I wants to be loved atleast to escape that flee,

As only able being adored thus the same is not for me

The desperate journey of mine seems so long, maybe I’ll manage

To justify my own virtues within that haunted disable cage

All I want now is, neither being discriminated nor thy sympathy,

So what I am disabled but my thoughts n dreams remains free

I want to be with everyone and envisage everyone’s with me…”

-unboundmohit

life...

"Life has its own mysterious plans for all,

 now it depends how boldly we prevent those falls.

 Life is nothing but the reflectance of love,

 a meaningful quest for the happiness to preserve."

Speechless...

  'When I couldn’t see you, my world goes blue
   a silent sound is all I hear within that dusk, that’s true.

   I wonder always that if I could ever find you,    
   As somewhere on my inner self your picture remains drew.

   You promised to be mine till that last breath,
   Still you discontinued in this way that made me speechless

   My eyes search for you within those haunting spaces,
   At last I found none except those dreadful faces.

   I remember those words which were yours last,
   Want to relive thy memories before the same goes past.

   Within that abnormal silence, I am tracing your echoes
   Although my winds gone dry, still somehow they manage to blow.

   Now my soul is burning and emotion stands undress
   Falling short of words amidst, thus turning speechless '


 -unboundmohit

wOrDS...

"Words often lost themselves in contrary states... they makes us speechless when in love while let you stand crumbled within agony..."

 

        '...although life is all about expressing words, yet we tend to remain unexpressed at times whenever needed.'

 

-unbound mohit 

 

a poem by me..." mOthER..."

People talk of god, it may seems true
But I haven’t seen him, even within that nature’s hue

When I woke up in this world, which was full of blue
I saw my own god there…oh 'Mother' it’s you.

You passed sleepless nights, to ensure my silent sleep
You took colossal pains for me, and does not ever weep.

You teach me how to walk, in this world full of snag
And turned a human out of me, even within that pessimistic drag

I am not worried like others, to meet that invisible god,
As I’d already met you, while my life’s pendulum nod.

Now it’s fairly impossible for me, to derive your existence’s worth
thus I pray to that invisible for you, to be my mother even upon my rebirth.

Love you mom…

thought of the day...!

'do or die but never ever cry,
do it before you die, but atleast before that last try...'

keep it on !

uNbouND mOhIT...

i give up...

"keep on walking, never give up,
 this is a road to nowhere, that seems so rough

 have faith in your innerself and make yourself tough,
 the destination waits for those, who never say's...i give up !

 true are your deeds and strength's high,
 need is to explore it, to instigate a wingless fly

to be continued...

My literary salute to the citizens of Japan, who survived that monster;

"Will rise again after that unanticipated fall,
Although now I’ve learn't to remain stand tall.

... All it matters now is, how calmly I strive !
in the midst of those odds, humanity will soon thrive"

-unboundmohit

a poem by me "...till I die"

 "heard this quite often but never ever tried,

  that ‘life is too short, just go and live it high.’

 

  almost fallible that urged to be rectified,

  wish to live life a bit differently, till I die…

 

  imaginations to be freed and ideas to let fly,

  dreams to be ignited and passions to diversify.

  

  egos to get buried and sorrows to be dried,

  wish to quench the life’s thirst wholly, till I die…

 

  that past has gone and the future is unknown,

  on this life’s canvas, my existence is yet to be drawn.

 

  goals to be achieved even before that last try,

  wish to prove my life’s meaning once, till I die…

 

  the unknown fear of mine needs to be cured,

  want to play my music once in order to listen that 'galore roar'

 

  wants to cultivate my literary efforts, 
  before the cloud of thoughts goes dry,  

  
  wish to relive those childhood dreams again, 
  before I finally shut my eyes…"

 - unbound mohit

A poem by me..."wOrtHy dEaTH"

"and the day came silently
                           of your final goodbye
 and I am still searching for your presence
                           with those tears dry.

 where have you gone,
                          it's impossible to drive an estimation,
 but I can be assured, it's 'Heaven'
                          that's your final destination.

 bowing down empty handed
                          with a bag of mixed emotions,
 wondering is it life or death ?
                          which has gained here, the domination.

 colossal was the pains,
                          and life's hard till your last breath,
 for others it may be a life lost,
                          but for you it's a 'worthy death'.

 no-one could comprehend
                          the dimension of your unending pains,  
 although now, the swing of your life's pendulum
                          couldn't be regained.

 you played well, the role of your life
                          with lots of good deeds
 still it'd terminated in this way,
                          maybe it's due to god's own 'greed'.

 your life was a burden, still you fought undefeated
                          till the last breath,
 for others it may be a life lost,
                          but for you it's truly a 'worthy death'..."


<^> dedicated to all those who lost upon a bit sooner, demanding mercy death to get rid of their         never ending pains...forever

-unbound mohit















 

missing those nostalgic memories.wmv

a poem by me..."Colourblind"

 "in search of an existence, 
                                 that'd almost sublimed,
the true meaning of my innerself  
                                 is yet to be defined.

don't you be prejudice about me, 
                                atleast for this mankind
although I am colour, but for humanity's sake 
                                its better to be a colourblind.

neither restrict me within those borders 
                                nor into your minds,
just as yours, even my birth is possible, 
                                together when my blend got binds.

neither conclude any pessimistic implication of mine 
                                as it can't be named,
nor fill me in your pictures of hatred  
                                as the same couldn't be framed.

do not search hatred, into my 
                                different hue and shades,
recognize my true character 
                                before the colour of humanity fades.


I do not belong to any religion,  
                                nor I do own any race
I am boundless like that sky 
                                that do not have a defined face.


do not classify me into violent names, 
                                that cause mankind to extirpate
leave me with my unbound existence, 
                                before I appear as a reason to hate.


paint your hearts with me 
                                but not your discriminative minds,
so what I am colour but for humanity's sake 
                                its better to be a colourblind.


-unbound mohit


 

A Poem by me, "...goLDen dAys"

"A recurrent dream broken and I got awake,
felt disquiet, figuring difference between real and fake.

that dream was nothing but the reflectance of those days,
when worries holds' no meaning but happiness always embrace.

when thoughts were unbiased and imaginations were real,
even those ideas were pure and the virtues ideal.

when winning and loosing were synonymous of smile and tear
when life carries everything except hatred and fear.

neither religion was important nor caste and creed,
when notions blew from heart as minds remain freed.

where competing with friends was just a part of game,
even on being seriously hurt while playing, nobody ought to blame.

where winning even peanuts equals conquering the earth,
where neither 'me' nor 'you' but the word 'we' holds the worth.

where innocence and stubbornness both plays within veil,
no matter whatever the condition, where truth always prevail.

when smiles were chased as the flower by the bugs,
when life of the sorrow remains until the mother hugs.

now how much I miss them remains hard to measure,
all I've left in hand now are those bunch of moments' treasure.

still wondering how and what to pay...?
in order to relive back those true golden days."


-unbound mohit

day's thought...

"Although, it seems that each day of my life is a last day of mine entire life spent, but still i consider it as the first day of my remaining life ahead..."


-unbound mohit

Poem by me, "i'll be back one day..."

This is a poetic plea of a boyfriend who is on his way to God's house leaving behind his cold body, to her girlfriend for not able to see her face for the last time. The girl waited for him for a long and turned back angrily without even knowing that his boy has just died in an road accident, while he was on his way to meet her...may be for the last time.

"Yet another day fades down in a dusky way,
I am still speechless, I don't know what to say.

I am walking on a path that seems so dry,
though feeling like a numb but will not going to cry.

this endless path is taking me along in such a way,
wondering if I could be back to you on any day.

forgive me love and please don't cry,
may be in any form but I'll be back one day...

Neither feel alone nor feel betrayed,
don't look towards that road, as those footprints will going to fade.

I'll shower myself on you whenever those clouds goes blue,
just feel my inevitable presence, I am always with you.

may be you can't see me, even with your vision's deep,
but I'll appear as a naive dream, whenever you'll going to sleep.

those days were golden, when we got paired,
I'll try to fulfill those promises and dreams, that together we've shared.

my death is not an end, I'll prove it one day,
may be in the form of air you respire, but I'll be back to you one day..."


-unboundmohit