SUPERNATURAL

IT WAS LATE EVENING IN THE MONTH OF JULY AT THE EDGE OF CEMENTARY NEAR PIR CHOWDRI AT KAPURTHALA . A PERSON I THINK WHO WAS ACCUSTOMED TO ME WAS STANDING CLOSE TO ONE OF THE GRAVES AND LAUGHING AND TALKING WITH SOMEONE NOT VISIBLE . I STOPPED MY ACTIVA THERE TO INVESTIGATE THE SITUATION . THE RAIN STARTED WITH A BRIGHT LIGHTENING SHOWING HIS FACE . HE WAS MR . MOHAMMAD SHAREEF WHO LOOKED FULLY DRUNK WITH HIS SWOLLEN EYE BAGS AND HIS LOOKS WERE FULL OF TERROR.HIS LAUGHTER ECHOED THE WHOLE PLACE . HIS LAUGHTER THREATENED THE TREES . TWO YEARS BACK I MET HIM LAST WHEN HE WAS GOING TO DELHI FOR WORK AND NOT CONTACTED HIM SINCE THEN . HE WAS SOBER MAN WITH JOLLY NATURE BUT ON SEEING HIM IN THIS STATE , I REALLY FELT BAD FOR HIM .I FELT MY RESPONSIBILITY TO GIVE HIM A LIFT TO HIS HOME . AS SOON AS I PARKED MY VEHICLE , MY PHONE RUNG . I TOOK IT OUT OF MY POCKET AND FOUND THAT NO ONE WAS CALLING . THE PHONE SWITCHED OFF IMMEDIATELY . I FELT A LITTLE SCARED . THE CREEPY SOUNDS AND SCARY LAUGHTER SURROUNDED ME AND FORCED ME TO LEAVE TH PLACE WITHOUT MORE THINKING . THOUGH I WAS RELUCTANT TO DO , I WAS FORCED TO LEAVE MR MOHAMMAD THERE IN CEMENTARY . ON THE WAY , I FELT UNEASY . I THOUGHT OF HIM ALL THE WAY . WHEN I REACHED MY HOME I FOUND THAT MRS. MOHAMMAD SHAREEF WAS STANDING JUST IN FRONT OF THE DOOR OF MY HOUSE . I GREETED HER AND ASKED HER TO MOVE UNDER THE CEILING PROTRUDING OUT FOR THE TIME I OPENED THE DOOR . CONTRARY TO MY EXPECTATIONS SHE WALKED TOWARDS ME WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE AND SAID ,"Thank you Very Much For Giving Him Lift " .  I TURNED BACK AND SAW ONLY THE WET SEAT AND NOTHING ELSE . THEN I TURNED TOWARDS HER TO ASK WHAT SHE MEANT . THERE WAS NO ONE STANDING . I LOOKED FOR HER HERE AND THERE BUT WAS UNABLE TO FIND HER . SUDDENLY MY ACTIVA SLIPPED OVER THE MUD AND PUSHED ME INTO THE DOOR . I HAD LOCKED THE DOOR PROPERLY . THEN WHY WAS IT OPEN  ?AT THE SAME MOMENT I HEARD THE SOUND PRODUCED WHEN DOOR WAS LOCKED . KEY WAS IN MY HAND . I WONDER HOW WAS IT LOCKED . THERE WAS A RUSH OF FEELINGS INSIDE ME . I WAS SCARED . I COULD FEEL THE SWEAT DROPS RIDING ON MY FOREHEAD . HARDLY HAD I SWITCHED ON THE LIGHT WHEN MY TELEPHONE RUNG . I WAS SO SCARED THAT I FEARED TO PICK UP THE TELEPHONE . GATHERING COURAGE I PICKED UP THE TELEPHONE . A GIRL SPOKE FROM THE OTHER SIDE . IN A MOURNFUL VOICE SHE SAID,"UNCLE, I AM AMEENA . UN...C...L...E M..O..M D..A..D MET W......ITH AN A...CCIDENT " . THEN SHE CUT THE PHONE . NO SOONER DID I REMEMBER THAT SHE WAS DAUGHTER OF MOHAMMAD SHAREEF THAN THE TUBELIGHT BURSTED LEAVING ME UNCONSCIOUS ON FLOOR.......

COLD INDEED

                             

THERE WAS A BROTHER OF MINE

STANDING AND HOLDING IN HAND

A MOBILE PHONE OF HIGH-TECH BRAND

HE WAS GAZING AT THE SCREEN

NOT EVEN BOTHERING ABOUT THE SCENE

TAKING PLACE IN FRONT OF HIM

A CAR AND A MAN ON FOOT

WERE STRUCK AND EVERYONE'S HEART WAS SHOOK

THAT BROTHER TOOK A PIC

AND UPLOADING IT

ON FB AND INSTA

SAT IN HIS VISTA

AND LEFT THE PLACE SMILING 

STARING HIS HIGH-TECH MOBILE'S SCREEN WHICH HE WAS HOLDING

A FEW MONTH'S LATER I MET

HIM ON THE SAME SET

AND ON TELLING HIM ABOUT THE DEED

AS A THIRD PERSON HE SAID "THAT PERSON'S FEELINGS WERE COLD, INDEED"

NATURE

                                           

Forgotten the favour

Forgotten the labour

We are enjoying our life

Without even worrying about the dying

Being ungrateful we are betraying the nature

We have given it none but denature

Polluting the environment

We have forgotten our commitment

We the humans,

Considered superior,

are releasing cfcs

through our acs 

Destructing ozone and causing global warming

We are not understanding the nature's warning

To protect the  coming generation we have to be serious

All of us know very well the importance of gods creation

So why we are neglecting it in our selfish behaviour

Let us take the pledge to be concerned towards the nature

Let us not waste the resources of nature                                                                                                            

TREES

                                                        

STILL WE DON'T UNDERSTAND;

THE HOUR GLASS IS FILLED WITH SAND;

WHEN WILL WE STOP OUR CRUEL HAND?

WHEN WILL WE MAKE OURSELVES KIND?

AND WHEN WILL WE CHANGE OUR STUPID MIND?

STILL WE DON'T UNDERSTAND;

TREES ARE OUR SAVIOUR , I TAKE THE STAND;

THEY ARE THE MAKER OF OUR LAND;

IN THE LOVE OF JUNGLES OF CONCRETE , WE ARE GOING BLIND;

WHEN WILL WE CHANGE OUR STUPID MIND?

STILL WE DON'T UNDERSTAND;

WHEN EVERYTHING WILL BE DESTROYED , WE'LL EXTEND OUR-HELPING HAND.

BUT OF NO USE , THAT  HAND WILL TURN INTO SAND!

DON'T GET SAD , JUST TRY TO FIND,

A WAY TO READ BRAILLE OF THIS KIND... 

CHILDHOOD

                                   

THE TIME WHICH WE ENJOYED,

FLYING KITES AND LEARNING LITTLE RHYMES!

WILL WE EVER FORGET OUR CHILDHOOD TIME?

TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR;

PLAYING ALL THE DAY IN THE PARK;

NO WORRIES OF SCIENCE AND ON FACE A CHILDISH SMILE;

WILL WE EVER FORGET OUR CHILDHOOD TIME?

THE VALUE OF MONEY WAS UNKNOWN,

STILL SPITTING OVER THAT TINY SQUIRREL

WAS PRACTICED FOR A LITTLE COIN SPARE.

FLYING OUR OWN AIRPLANES IN THE AIR!

SAILING OUR OWN BOATS IN THE MUDDY WATER THERE!

RAIN WAS WELCOMED WARMLY,

AND DANCE WAS DONE VERY LIVELY!

EVERYTHING WAS GOING ON FINE,

WITHOUT ANY PROBLEM'S SIGN.

BUT GRADUALLY THE TIME SHOWED ITS POWER:

IT CONNECTED US WITH THIS WORLD AND SEPARATED US FROM THAT RAINY SHOWER!!!

THE BATTLE OF PANIPAT

      THE BATTLE OF PANIPAT

THE BATTLE OF PANIPAT(1)

Many battles were fought in history
and many had many mysteries.

But no battle can take its place,
it was fought on a very large war base.

Mughal empire started with this battle
and Lodhi empire ended with this battle.

The year 1526 changed indian history
and caused Babur's victory.

15000 troops were killed.
The pot of blood was filled.

With the struggle the war was ended
and Mughal empire was established.

At the last,Battle of Panipat ended

leaving Ibrahim Lodhi's army bended.
                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                     ~APURAV MAHAJAN