My Book is now in paperback

My book ‘ Leader of Millions‘ is now available on paperback edition.

For USA and UK reader

amazon.com

For Indian reader:

Flipkart. com

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The dream of a common man

I want to win heart of everyone,

I want to travel without visa and restriction,

I want to be citizen of every land,

I want to be a man with golden hearts,

I want to be a perfect husband,
and a lovable dad,

I want to be a cute kid of my parents,

and do a job to get happiness…

its my dream,

maybe it’s the dream of every common man . . .

A struggling writer

I do some odd jobs just because of some money,

But Jobs are boring and killing creativity of mine,

I hate to obey someone’s order,

I hate to restrict myself within the boundary make by other.

Job never gives me satisfaction,

Writing gives me pleaser,

but no enough wealth for bread and butter . . .

Stories satisfy my creativity,

I get claps and appreciation,

But I don’t get money to survive this material Nation…

With empty stomach I write some poem and stories,

Nights after nights passed with some characters,

I narrate my all emotion and imagination in pen and paper,

Without even reading it Publishers send me rejection letters…

Parents want money now,

Girlfriend’s parents need a service,

But who convince my heart,

who has found happiness from stories . . .

I’m an idiot now say my friends,

And I’m a Rascal for my parents,

My classmates now become job holder,

Proudly mention designation of them in Facebook and twitter,

They wear tie and put their company identity card with honor,

Talking about their meeting, targets and workloads,

But still I’m just a struggling writer…

Why world needs Gandhi now?

World needs Gandhi once again,

And his method of nonviolence,

Mankind needs a legend of peace,

Who can minimize our differences,

And who can turn our face toward peace . . .

War has given only destruction, And pain and death,

No one can gain anything from graveyard of men,

So the world needs Gandhi again . . .

A good man!

Suffer of my life till not end,

Struggle continues from many years.

Survival is the biggest huddle for me,

Service in corporate couldn’t give me any satisfaction,

To do something different from other I gave resignation…

I wrote some stories which give me pleaser,

But not getting fame or wealth in sudden…

Some criticized that I’m not the boy with talent,

For Some I’m not workaholic like them,

I’m not romantic according to my girlfriend,

My dressing scene is not good according to her friends,

For my parents I am not a perfect son,

who can’t give them money at end of every month,

I’m a greedy man for my sister,

Who has never gifted her anything like other brothers,

Still I’m a good man eyes of everyone,

But only being good is not sufficient in this material world…

A struggling writer

I do some odd jobs just because of some money,

But Jobs were boring and kill creativity of mine,

I hate to obey someone’s order,

I hate to restrict myself within the boundary make by other.

Jobs never give me satisfaction,

Writing gives me pleaser,

but no enough wealth for bread and butter . . .

Stories satisfy my creativity,

I get claps and appreciation,

But I don’t get money to survive this material Nation…

With empty stomach I write some poem, stories and novels,

Nights after nights passed with some characters,

I narrate my all emotion and imagination in pen and paper,

Without even reading it Publishers send me rejection letters…

Parents want money now,

Girlfriend’s parents need a service,

But who convince my heart,

who has found happiness from stories . . .

I’m an idiot now say my friends,

And I’m a Rascal for my parents,

My classmates now become job holder,

Proudly mention designation of them in Facebook and twitter,

They wear tie and put their company identity card with honor,

Talking about their meeting, targets and workloads,

But still I’m just a struggling writer…

Love story which you mayn’t like

I

Sometime I could remember my beautiful days with her,

When we were in love…

I remember the day when I had proposed her,

I still remembered our first kiss,

first touch of her lips,

and smell of her hair…

I was waiting for her outside of her street,

to go to park and eat ice-cream.

We searched a place where we wouldn’t be notice,

Where we could kiss each other and do some romance,

Without caught by anyone’s eyes….

II

Her parents weren’t accepting our relation,

So she broke up with me without any discussion,

My few days of passed with tear and pain,

Few days passed with depression stage,

Most painful days was the day of her marriage,

And when I watched her photos with her husband,

She called me few days before marriage,

And invited me as a friend…

I told formally that I would come definitely,

To end the conversation between us …

I don’t know actually she had ever loved me or not,

May be I was just a doll for her,

To whom she threw out from life after playing a lot,

after feeling bore,

But the problem is still I loved her,

still I love her…

Friendship vs Revenge

   ‘ Bib, let’s go to the Royal cricket club,’ suggested my best friend Abinash.

  ‘ You know my answer, I’ll never go to that club,’ I replied to him angrily. ‘ I can’t tolerate that man, and he is now the captain there.’ 

 ‘ Come on Bib, he is just one man,’  snapped Abinash. ‘ You don’t need to talk with him personally, and what had happened between you and him was more than ten years old now.’ 

   ‘Sorry, you can go, but I won’t,’ I replied. ‘ I have no mood to see his face, I want to take revenge from him, I want to punish him, nothing else.’

  I hated only one man in my life, the man named was Vikram; he was almost ten years older than me, before ten years I was a skinny boy, I was good in study and only one son of my parents. One day during a match,  I’d a conflict with someone of my team. Vikram took the favor of the other boy and punched my back from behind several times in that hot moment; I couldn’t dare to fight with him openly that time because he was physically much stronger than me. 

   ‘Now, I am a fully grown man, having muscular body. And he would be almost in his late thirty, now I can take my revenge,’ I thought. I was waiting for a chance to take my revenge. At list, I wanted to break his leg.

   ‘ How can you take your revenge, if you go near him and start a fight, he won’t even understand the reason, if you told the actual reason, everyone must think you are a psycho, so it’s time to be his friend, then you will definitely get a chance to take a revenge,’ suggested Abinash intelligently.   I liked Abinash’s idea, so I went to play at the Royal cricket club, I was shocked when Vikram sent me to open batting. I scored well that day, when I returned to home, he joined with us in the middle of the way.

  ‘Bib, do you watch new season of the game of throne?’ Vikram asked in excitement.

   ‘Nope!’ I said carelessly, wasn’t interested to talk to him at all. However, to become a friend with him, I thought to make the conversation little longer. 

  ‘Do you want it? I have collection of the full season,’ he offered me suddenly.  

  It was a great offer; I couldn’t stop my excitement, so I nodded my head, he gave me the whole new season of ‘ Game of throne’.

   I was pleased a little, but I didn’t forget my revenge. I searched a chance to fight with him but most of the time his fun forced me to smile. Lots of time he gifted me movies and songs. I also gave some movies to him in return sometime, one day he invited me to his house. I found lots of books, and some of them were my favorite authors.

   ‘ You can take whatever you want,’ he said and gifted me few books. The man from whom I wanted to take the revenge was now a different man. At my this birth day he gave me a very beautiful picture, even he sent me a beautiful post on my social network. Slowly, we became best buddies, even if there was a huge difference between our age. There was no thought of revenge in my heart now, Friendship of him was so big that there was no place of revenge.

   I learnt something from this; love and friendship are much better than revenge, forgive those who may be doing something wrong with you. Wait, give some time, they will come back and be your friend definitely.