The Last Murder

Murder is legal,Murder is legal,
shouted the crowd,
Murder became legal,
and they shouted aloud.

you can kill anyone,
but you can kill just once,
you won't be hanged for it,
you won't be given any sentence.

he was sitting in his room,
alone as always,
smiling to himself,
smiling on how life plays.

he remembered all betrayals,
he remembered all lies,
he remembered the people who left him stranded,
he remembered that he loved good-byes.

and hence he got up,
got up and took out his gun,
took out his gun and loaded it,
and loaded it with a single bullet to shoot and run.

he went into the house of his friend,
oh yes his enemy with the mask of a friend,
he dropped a coin on the other side,
and waited for him to bend.

soon he took out his pistol,
and aimed at his head,
but the next second changed his mind,
the house was saved from turning red.

he wanted to kill a bigger enemy,
the one who hurt him the most,
the one who threw him into,
the sea without a coast.

he went to the house of his brother,
even he had made him taste hypocrisy,
he knocked on his door,
"brother,are you busy?"

"I am sorry for everything I've done,
I am sorry I hurt you",
they hugged tight,
as he prepared the bullet to pierce through.


He was in tears and he didnt shoot,
he bid farewell to his brother,
he bid farewell to his death,
and thought of the others.

he visited more houses,
but failed to kill anyone,
it was dark and cold that night,
and he had killed no one.

It started to snow as he walked,
he passed the streets taking short footsteps,
"the world is a misery",
he was talking to himself.

"The world is a misery,
my life is miserable,
I feel lonely,I am alone,
but nothing makes me noble".

"I dont have a shoulder to cry on,
I can't share my gloom,
they don't ask for me anymore,
I gave my shoulders to whom"

"I am bad,am I bad?
why do they all betray me?
Oh Father of Heavens,
why dont they love me?"

He sobbed for long,
the night became darker and colder,
he missed his dead mother,
he wanted to hug her.

He adjusted his hat,
brushed aside the snow on his coat,
wiped all his tears,
and cleared his throat.

he went to his favourite cafe,
and ordered his favourite coffee,
he indulged into its aroma,
and he felt so free.

sip by sip he felt satisfaction,
sip by sip he felt a unique warmth,
sip by sip he felt lost things returning,
sip by sip he felt his worth.

sip by sip he found his life,
sip by sip he found his self,
sip by sip he found a trace of God,
and after the last sip he killed himself!

Juan(I hate Norpals )

Love is God

 Sadness dropped through the eyes of little Edward as he sat on the stairs outside his house.It was severe cold and the earth was being covered with a

continuous fall of snow.A drop of tear spilled through his eyes and crawled down his cheek and fell down melting the ice on the ground.When he shut

his eyes he could still see the painful incident that happened to him in the morning.The king's men had raided their town again and this time

Edward's parents were'nt lucky to escape.They were arrested and were taken to the king's court along with the dozens of others.The king was very

happy to perturb these people and he had an old story as the reason for it.
                                                                           He was born into a God loving(fearing) family.As a child he would often

forward questions to God which his parents were'nt able to answer.He always fell contempt by the thought that he would be answered someday.But one

sad day his mother died.He was very fierceful this time and threatened God to answer the reason for the death of his mother by midnight.But the

midnight passed as it always did and that night he ran from his house,ran towards infinity to get all his questions answered.He returned after a

decade,he now had the certainty that God doesn't exist and he returned to start a rampage against all the countrymen who still accepted Him.While he

was gone,his younger brother was declared the heir to the throne,whom he easily overthrew and became the ruler.He set up savvy rules for the public

and warned them to follow those strictly.All the God fearing(loving) men,started loving(fearing) the king.Yet a few citizens continued to worship the

real Master and the king ordered his men to find all those who are disobeying him.He intended to behead all of them on Christmas day in front of the

crowd to challenge the power of God if he had any or if He existed.
                                                                            So,Edward sat there confused.He didn't know where his parents were and

when would they be back.But he knew something was wrong,his instincts made him feel awkward.He got up from the stairs and walked a few steps to sit

on the swing in the park.He pushed it back and made it come in motion.Edward's feet barely reached the ground as he rested against one iron rope of

the swing.It was making a loud sqeaking sound as it stroked the lonely air.As Edward was moving his eyes around,he saw a red rose.A rose which was

dying in the acute winter.He walked towards the rose in quick steps and squat before it.Slowly,he touched the rose with his hand but as soon as he

tried to get hold of it,a petal got crushed between his fingers.He got scared and threw back his hand swiftly.He felt verysad at it's condition and

rushed back into his house to fetch some water.Although he did'nt know what would help the rose but water was the first thought that creeped into his

mind.But there was none of it left in his home.He returned back into the park and carried ice and put it into the boiling pot.He took as much ice as

his tiny hands could allow but it wasn't enough.So he got the boiling pot outside and overloaded it with ice.Holding the heavy pot he entered his

house and started heating the pot.As the ice melt he touched the pot with his naked fingers and burnt a part of his thumb.But he didn't give up,he

took the pot outside using a cloth to protect his fingers,and poured the water in the roots of the rose.
                                                                            Through his powerful sixth sense he could feel that the rose was alive

and it responded to the warm water.Thus he got more water and finally sat besides the rose.He stared at it continuously and he knew he liked it.The

next day Edward woke up late,he was expecting his mother to come to wake him.But it wasn't late before his mind revived the incidents that had

happened the other day.He went outside,the snow fall had stopped and the sky looked clearer.Then he saw the rose,it was looking so much alive.It was

as if someone had blowed life into its veins.It became close to its original red colour and its petals were strong.Edward again sat besides it and

started talking to it.He told him his dreadful tale and expressed so much sorrow in front of it.Edward was crying hard,harder than he ever had while

he was narrating his misery.But soon he felt good,it seemed as if the burden which had made his heart heavy had been crushed and its pieces were

pouring through his eyes.He befriended the rose and spent most of his time talking to it.He shed so much love on it that it was making the rose heal

faster.It was the Christmas Eve and there was no celeberation in town.The snow fall had stopped since a few days then and the chilly winds had slowed

down.That night Edward decided to sleep outside.He did'nt fear the cold anymore because he had already been through more horrid things.He got his

blanket and lied down besides the rose,covering a part of it with the blanket.
                                                                            It seemed as if Jesus had sprinkled his blessings on the town as Sun came

out that day.Ice was still there on the earth and it was shining in the Sun.One strong glitter was increasingly falling into the eyes of Edward.Hence

he woke up and sat in a position with his back lying over his fist.He realized he had pulled over the whole blanket over himself.He looked around and

had a wide smile on his face when he felt how beautiful the day was.It was then he heard the trumpets being played for the king.The king had come for

a final round of the town to see if any of the defaulters were still living happily.He had directed his men to find all the people with either a

cross or an idol in their homes.So as he moved along he reached the house of Edward,who was still wrapped in his blanket and was trembling with

fear.The king forced a laughter out of his face but then when suddenly he saw the rose.It was the only rose in the town and the most alluring one the

king had ever seen.His eyes were glued to it for moments and moments.When he went closer and tried to pluck it,a thorn pierced his fingers.He felt

dreadful pain,a pain similar to the one he felt in his heart on losing his mother.
                                                                             It was that pain which went on to change his soul forever,it turned him

into a different person altogether.Now he believed in the existence of God,the existence in the form of love.It is love which gives joy or pain,it is

love which rewards for good deeds and punishes for unacceptable ones.It is love which exists as God and controls our mind,our heart,our soul and us!

                                                                            
                                                                                                                                          

Akul Sharma

Joe the No-Cry man

Here is a little tale,
its about Joe the no cry man,
he cried when he was born,
then all his tears ran.

His mom slapped him one day,
one day someone broke his toy,
"why dont you cry kid?",
"'coz I am Joe the no cry babyboy.

"Hey why are you crying?",
"I broke my tooth you see",
So then Joe the no cry bud thought,
he would cry when he has teeth.

"Hey why are you crying?",
"My teacher beat me,you see",
So then Joe the no cry chap thought,
he would cry when he is in grade three.

"Hey why are you crying",
"I broke up with my girlfriend,you see",
So then Joe the no cry lad thought,
he would cry when he is a teen.

"Hey why are you crying"
"My kids dont love me you see",
So then Joe the no cry fellow thought,
he would cry when he is a daddy.

"Hey why are you crying"
"My bag of bones ache a lot,you see",
So Joe the no cry man thought,
he would cry when he is sixty.

But everything occured too fast,
he was drinking the facts of the race of mortals,
when the Almighty made him drink,
a bulky and mysterious bottle.

The Master is very magical,
and He really does His tricks well,
it was the bottle of truth joe drank,
reality of truth was in that bottle.

Joe learnt about the world,
and all the bad things about it,
oh as if there were some good things here,
in this world of wit.

He learnt that his friends are'nt his friends,
and his foes are his foes,
he learnt that its money which keeps a check,
how every realation grows.

He felt sad and it was time for him to cry,
he sat by the wicked river and wept,
its roars started teasing joe,
and he soon left.

He came out under the sky,
and cried in the rain,
this mighty world made Joe cry,
and Joe the no cry man never laughed again!

With God-I

I pray to thee oh God,
but sometimes I wonder if you do exist?
Coz I can see O Master,
many unchecked boxes in my wish list.

People say you are magical,
but do you ever plan?
to delete the grieves of your own people,
people who call you Father of heaven.

Some say you wipe the tears,
some say you remove all heartaches,
but what I think O creator of all,
you laugh at your place when our heart breaks.

may I ask thy in the language of people,
Or may I not?
a question in my mind,
just give it a thought.

Why dont you love me?
have I never folded my hands before you?
Or you just dont feel like helping?
aint I true?

Well I dont know,
if you are really up there,
Or as they say if you are in my heart,
Or tell me now you reside where?

and hey,do you love anyone on this earth?
except the ones who practice flattery,
do you hold us ever?
or are we always free?

Free from your care,
from your affection,
when we want you to free us,
from this world's faction.

I end this here or it will go too long,
but do ponder over what I insist,
Let me be sure my Lord,
that you do exist.

Akul Sharma

My School's Christmas

It was the real Christmas,
the Christmas of my school,
when we used to warm our hands,
besides the sparkling burning fuel.

The Christmas Bells were real,
even the heart could listen to the sound,
the prayers were real,
even the very li'l ones knelt on the ground.

The Christmas Carols were real,
even Jesus was forced to hum,
the singing had the frequency,
to make our body numb!

And the Santa wasnt any actor,
it was Saint Nicholas for us,
an the whole lot imagined,
he had just landed from his airbus.

Believe me it was real Christmas,
Still I can feel the warmth of the burning fuel,
but my hands get cold,
coz those days are gone,I am no more in my school.

Still the bells ring in my ears,
but my heart refuses to hear them,
and this intelligent mind tells me,
those are not tinkled for you anymore,man!

I listen the Carols on TV,
but my body doesnt become numb,
someone tells me its because,
Jesus has ceased to hum.

No more Santa and the wrappers,
the wrappers wrap only sorrow,
no one can get back those days,
no body can fill all thats gone hollow.

and here I sit beside the window,
waiting for the past to return,
and still when the dawn breaks,
I wait for that old Christmas Sun!

Akul Sharma

I dont Cry..

I dont cry,
but I dont know why,
tears come out of my eyes.

Still the dust is there,
and the clouds come near,
but the rain refuses to pour.

Still the blood is flowing,
and its growing,
but the heart refuses to beat.

Still the the eyes are shut,
and I dont know why but,
the mind refuses to sleep.

Still there is air,
and the sea is so near,
but the world refuses to live!

Akul Sharma

Look at the bird which flies

Look at the bird which flies,
Humming from the far skies,
You know it is alone,
Its co-chirpers left long ago!


Still it laughs for nature,
It sings for all other creatures,
For those who love its song,
Which never makes things go wrong .

Look at the flower in full bloom,
Its sister was plucked by a gal for her room,
Still it dances for the wind from the moon,
And it blushes for the honey-bee every noon!

Look at the poor old tree,
The gale took away all his lovely leaves,
Yet he shelters every being,
Who are hiding from the nature or the mighty human beings!

Now look at you my dear pal,
How sad you are,
You have lost nothing yet you weep,
What is it that has hurt you so deep?

Everyone who lives has to lose,
Life has both brightness and gloom,
You just have to stick to joy,
Don’t become conditions’ toy.

From the reflections I have told you,
You have got things to do,
Don’t cry, don’t be so sad,
Life is good, it isn’t so bad.

Even if you lose your dear things,
You remember my saying,
Even when you are sad, there is someone,
Who wants to see you happy, with your life full of sun .

Laugh for them,
Sing for them.
Dance for them,
You can’t cry before them.

That’s nature’s rule you know,
Be happy, and make others so,
Coz happiness is very rare,
Please don’t lose it in some worthless tears.

Akul Sharma

Dedicated to all those who have lost their beloved ones in the terror attack last year!