For No One

Away from home
As I take the morning bus to work everyday
Through forests, rivers, wild bushes and hills,
Old villages, rugged people, some children, innocent smiles
There stands one rock, firm and still.
Drenched from the morning dew
Glistening from it the morning light
Alone it stands.

Away from home
Away from the woman I loved
Away from all the dreams of becoming a writer
As I watch the rock everyday
It reminds me
Of myself.

Thousands of years it has been
And there are more to come
Still it waits.
Under morning dew, with the yellowish Sun
With rivers, wild bushes and unknown flowers
Perhaps...
For no one.


. - Aug 05, '13

Once... there was a young man

Somewhere deep down in south India, on a dark rainy evening, a bus ran through a forest. The drenched, murky evening made the loneliest creatures sitting inside the vehicle moving at its highest speed look haunted. The closed windows reflected the rain from its glasses, which would hinder any visibility of the outside nature to the occupants.

It was one of the forests in southern part of Andhra Pradesh government. Evening was late, and there was forecast of a cyclone. The neighbouring states were in terrible condition, affected by the same. The ill-fated vehicle had its last trip to complete, for the day, and had gathered enormous speed, power and courage in its old but experienced tyres. It was dark, it was wet, but it continued to roll on its four to move towards a destination thirty kilometres away.

A young man sat at the end of the bus, occupying the right corner of the back seat, enjoying the ride. Not from this part of the country, he was. He had, however a feel of the East, with him. Curled eyebrows, wide forehead and a steep nose with a fair complexion. His eyes were fixed on the direction of the rain, which were reflected from the windows, making watermarks across the glass. His leaps were sealed, and most of his hair fell on his forehead, to give him the look of a vagrant, though it was evident from his clothes and dignity that he held a significant post in a respectable institution. 

However, it was unclear as of what could possibly be going through in his mind that moment. It was unlikely that he had left a woman back in his place for a promise, or a duty... though could not be ruled out. 'A soldier perhaps', a fellow passenger remarked, seeing his confident look and the backpack beside him. But nobody amongst the few passengers knew what he truly was. And then they stopped guessing altogether.

It was really a bad evening for everyone.

The young man, sitting at the corner thought about his life back home, about the windows he used to sit all day and watch people, when he was a boy. About the beautiful lake he left behind in his town, unforgettable sunsets in the riverbanks and the woman he loved, a long time ago.

The wind started blowing harder. The rain too, increased its momentum. And the lights from the vehicles coming from the opposite side of the road increased its circumference against the glasses to be magnified to his eyes... only to lit them up for an unknown reason.


"What a beautiful world this is." He remarked.