Rohit Sharma

Through the open windows of my rented small room Sitting in a chair, I was peeking outside Seeing nobody but this confused and crowded humans in that tall building outside, & street downside Soon, it was raining heavily, big drops of pure water hitting the earth surface  The sound of rain, water drops shouting in congested space, with friction And excited to reach the earth surface, as if tired of hanging in clouds Between all these rush events happening, there I was Inside my room was a deep silence, and inside me running several memories It was a holiday. And away I was from my home Here, it was an unexplored place to me, new and peculiar Humans are busier in this place for unknown reasons, aimless but busy I saw tall buildings hit heavily by rain drops, desperately falling over the congested city Horns of vehicle, traffic and humans stuck inside their vehicle, annoyed That day, the rain reminds me of my fast fading childhood The power c...

This place… This busy place… These busy people… These small streets… These noises of masses and transport… People walking, murmuring, laughing, fighting and on… The rush so deep and chaotic… Even the sky is busy with flying planes one after another. Plastics, smokes, puddle and hunger These busy people… And their precious smartphones I see bend heads, peeking deep into the virtual world No introspection but ignorance Ignoring the next neighbor and the available environment to some faraway human Oh! It’s raining!! It’s so beautiful!!! See those few green plants. Their leaves are shining in wetness! See those few planted flowers. See those dark foggy clouds. This cold breeze... This lovely smell of soil! It’s raining!! Can’t you see!?!? See!! Look up!! Damn… Oh… These busy people with their precious smart phones If this is what being modern is, I don’t want it. I don’t! This busy place… These busy people… That small street… Those several shop...

I see, I feel, the sea, the waves So lively, so energetic, so grandeur… aah Heavenly, so heavenly Playful, silent and noisy at the same time Can I own this sea?! I want to… all of it… all Look at the powerful energetic waves My heart get scared every time they build high The waves, they are continuously hitting the bank of the sea with tremendous forces Oh, I fear from them… But they look so wonderful, so amazing Oh lord! I know you have unimaginable strengths Oh lord, you have a great way of telling things, great The sun is about to set under the bed of the limitless sea... The sun, the clouds, the wind, the sea... Nature is incredible Lord, May I own this sea of yours?? Hmm?? Am I too small to own it? While I stood near the bank, The waves keep on wetting me and trying to drag me back with them Why is that?? I fear from you, the sea. You may end me. I am good here.  Good bye…

I am Rohit Sharma, an Indian. There are people of many different religions, castes that live in India. People of India do seek unity in diversity until it comes to them to perform their duty or to sacrifice their own interest. So, Indians expect a lot from others, expect self. I don’t know much about myself. I do have a feeling of patriotism. My family follows the Hindu religion, so do I. Like all the religions, Hindu religion is also exquisitely beautiful. It contains deep beliefs, understanding and teachings. Somehow I believe that it has been a bit distorted from its true meaning. I don’t want to dishonor any religion. I know every religion is equally beautiful and diverse. But I am angry because of the selfish distortions that have been made in it. First day of the month of May’15, I went to seek blessings of Maa kamakhya with my family in Guwahati. The temple is situated in the peak of a hill. People from around the world come to pay a visit here, so beautiful the temple...

Water, rain water.  Sun, sun rays. Trees, their leaves. And wind. The dwellers of the ages. Humans, animals and creatures. We are new. Aah! It is raining in my place. Yeah. Monsoon came. So I thought the clouds came from the faraway lands…  ... travelling from miles, having great adventures... It is better to be clouds sometimes. Winds are their prime companion. Yeah, very prime. Winds direct clouds. It is wind which brought you here, Mr. Cloud! So I should thank the wind instead. It is raining I like the most. I feel rain is intense. Amazing depths!  It is as if tree leaves dance and sing in joy when wind brings cloud. Like a small kid bathing happily.  Then the dim-mish light and dark blue weather, I love. At least people are in happy mood, when it rains. Yeah! Bright faces Ha ha ha ha, look at their bright laughing faces! Sigh! Life. Humans. They are still busy. Ummm… the smell of the soil! Think, heavenly pleas...

Today, early morning, I was up... Because I didn't sleep at all at night. Because I liked it. Today, early morning, I was up. And I was breathing normally. An idea so stuck to go to the terrace, now. So, i followed. As, I was up. It was near four. The God sun visit first to my place. He comes and start our day early. A continuous, patience-full, godly body. Inspiring us the work ethic. He is burning there, and want us too. Today, early morning, I was up. In the terrace, I sat. I sat and looked in all directions. Cold breezes, too many birds chirping, and extreme calm. I sat and looked in all directions. It was very calm. These are few remaining days of mine in this place, in this place, I spent four long years, my college. Why is it so beautiful?! Today, early morning, I was up. I saw the clouds all over, light blue they were, just floating. Floating with constant speed, strangely in a particular dire...

What if I die today? Wearing a white cap, hanging a black bag from his shoulder in black shorts and T-shirt, white... A guy walking down the lane, and thinking of his life. Many thoughts, Strange and random. Thoughts of "what if?" Thoughts of "if i would be him" blah blah... Sun is hotter today. No breeze, not even hot one. Life seems still today, very still. No voices, no humans around. Is it a holiday today? These days the guy don't care of the day. He wakes up late, sleep late, or do not sleep at all. Life sucks. Life rocks. Life is beautiful. Life is ugly. Life is a complicated and confusing thing. But the guy seems to be trapped in it. Oh yes, a dog,  sleeping in the dust. Oh yes, this strange boy, with a skeleton picture in his t-shirt, passed by, looking downwards, as if hiding some secrets. Down the lane, what are those loud voices? Oh, two ladies are quarreling violently. When w...