Rohit Sharma

Has anyone ever given a slight thought of where are we heading to? What lies after? Is there any energy pulling us to itself & we are chasing it blindly and deafly. Why do some people want to earn so much of money? Why are some people leaving their families behind & leaving behind everything of this material world to become a saint, spending their rest of the life to concentration towards the unknown and ever expanding? Is there anyone who is multiplying exponentially every moment in energy and strength? For if there is anyone who is one, silent, patient, self-resonating, ever expanding and rest are failing. For if others are failed at one stage or other and he is unstoppable, multiplying at every moment. For his strength is defined by the number of ages that have passed. But, why is he expanding? What is this energy generation? If there is constant energy in the universe, which is this generating energy in the form of increasing magnitude coming from? What is getting

When the world will come to an end I will not be there Neither will my generation Our generation, the killer of the nature Killer of the purest form of life Swimming deep and losing the soul, We are busy with our greedy needs & harming badly our environment We are hypocrites Scientists are getting inspires by the animals, In return destroying everything When was the last time you saw a sparrow singing near your balcony? I guess, not at near past Where Mother Nature have been sacrificing for us   And we are stabbing in her back Why have we so lost in our selfishness? Why have we become so grateful being? Where is sympathy towards crying Mother Nature? Why can’t we feel her pain? Why can’t we remove the veil out of our wide eyes? Oh Mother Nature! I could not see your pain and sufferings For you are bleeding heavily and barbarically And I am unable to make an effect! Oh Mother Nature! Oh Mother Nature!! Hold my hand! H

With no hell close by Neither did any heaven I decided to hang up between them It was earth I ended up with The material world, Samsara Where one gets Happy and Sad intermittently Where there are sufferings, greed and selfless mother’s love I could have gone either to hell or heaven travelling all the way But I feared monotony there Because in hell, there would have been no hope of happiness & in heaven, only happiness in life would have made it unworthy to have That ‘so I ended up in Earth The material world, Samsara But this world is strange, eccentric to what I have thought of These people chase happiness, Curse their luck for their sufferings And worry for what they do not possess Earth is biased unlike hell and heaven Sufferings are ensured in hell Happiness in heaven And INEQUALITY in earth Inequality of every form imagined Our senses are limited Have you ever thought of a color not known of? No. Because we are re

So we all made up to 7.1 billion people in Earth. There have been revolutions through ages that have changed the course of life, brought upon many unprecedented changes among dwellers of this planet. We thrived on many great missions and achieved the impossible through the unstoppable advancements in the technologies and everyday unimaginative discoveries. We have been touching all the spheres of life and exploring new ones with ever increasing speed. Oh Oh Oh… Let’s stop for a moment. Where are we heading by the way? Riding with such a tremendous speed, can we afford to look back upon the number of accidents we did? Like electricity is made out of coal is dangerous to the environment. That vehicle running on kerosene, petrol and diesel emit harmful gases, harmful to inhale. There, plastic bags are non-biodegradable. And mobile phones are emitting radiations that may cause diseases like cancer. So scientists discovered Nuclear weapon for mass destruction! Yeah, for taking the rev

With what little in mind, And the strangling thoughts, I get prepare for the job. I follow the procedures, all like a synchronized machine A machine which can think, but spare no time for it I bathed, I dressed up in time, Polished my shoes, Combed my hair, And there were too many thoughts to come on a single conclusion The thoughts keep on running like the queue of ants, unstoppable, continuously, I think of past, present and worry about my future As I was ready, I picked up my lunch box to rush to the office I locked the door, kept the keys in the upper chain of my bag. Keys, they are important part of life. For all the unopened doors and imprisoned thoughts, I wish I could let free my thoughts As I was getting late, I walked fast towards the highway, through the streets. As usual, there were cars, trucks, buses, motor cycles, cycles busily rushing past each other Highways are meant to create rush in the life If one stops in the way, then