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