Peshawar Attack | A shame | A doubt on humanity

A friend sent off a note to me , 
That read , “ Did you look up in the sky ? “

I replied , ” No , I didn’t . What makes it special , so much ? “
That , you asked with so much love for that sky .

Then , came a reply and I had to get up ,
O ! For the beautiful sky , I saw once in my lifetime ,
At this hour of the night , when there was nothing to hear ,
Nothing to see but this , rust red sky above ,
And this moron , lying beneath , thinking , is it love ?

16 December 2014 , came across me all at once then ,
The innocent bloods that they spilled on the ground so serene ,
In the temple of studies and the mosque of love with no finish ,
That scene became more vibrant up above in the sky ,
I wish I was right , if that was just what I thought .

If they thought of it , it was never bought down like a devil’s(place),
If they ever knew , what it is , in the name of religion they did ,
It would have had never be so depressing , as this ,
What fault had those tiny minds , and high smiles had in them ,
That you took ‘em down without a chance of escape ?

If you call yourself a man , then I doubt manliness ,
If you say , you did that in the name of Lord , I know not any one such ,
If you read somewhere , I saw not not such book in my lifetime ,
If you have reasons many , and some other , let me know ,
If good enough , take my life too , as a gift for you .

The sky I saw , reminded all of it last night , wish I could feel ,
Than being numb like no life within , no love for life in me ,
The blood that they spilled days before , showed up in rust red ,
Like a memoir , up above the world so high ,
Starring legends , like a diamond in the sky .

I wish I could ask you , how could you ever do that ?
I wish I could put down one of your blood , and ask you , how you feel ?
For then you would say , ” Save my blood , for a reason . “
I would even then , say , ” I never would be like thee , I never want to be “
I fire not innocent ,  I fire not for any sense , I am human to you failed to be .

What bad time was the Lord in , that he made ,
Devils like you , that know not if anything worth exists ,
Than being a jerk for a lifetime , with guns and no mind in ,
If you ever would know , about have one , do let me know ,
For I doubt humanity in shame , for people like you .

If curses are true , you earned ‘em many , 
If revenges exists , you have many against ,
If you ever fear of anything , don’t pretend to be ,
For , time it is , that you are not left with , anymore ,
Time it is , we cut , ugly people like you out of everything .

Amin ! I love all those children like my own , I might have someday ,
I love you like my own nation because I hate discrimination .

- Bharath R Rao , in grief

Rumor I heard | Poem

Rumor you build on the sandy castle ,
Is no where near to my pure morals ,
Say , whatever you might want to , on my back ,
I 'll keep on adorning my truth on my face .

A request , I would make , to tame your image ,
Say not , what you know not about ,
Speak not , what you need not to , 
Still , if you need to continue , speak in front .

Try not to be the coward , in your blood ,
Try not to disgrace the parents you had/have ,
For , a coward can never be a warrior ,
And , my blood speaks of honesty you never have ,
Of honesty , you can never digest .

- Bharath R Rao 

If | Poem

Likhta rahun is qadar | When I do keep writing this way  ,
Toh bas ek hi darr satata hai | A fear contaminates my thought and instill a fear more ,
Kahin is kalam ki siahi na khatam hojaye  | That , may not I pause ever  , may not I cease to breath in the middle .

Chahata rahun is qadar kisi ko | When I keep affection for someone so dear ,
Toh bhi bs ek hi darr satata hai | Again a fear re-traces and surfaces so tight that ,
Kahin ruk na jaye is ragon main khoon |I fear , may not my nerves go pale , may not blood ever drain ,
Kahin mohabbat na kamm pad jaye | And , may my love ever fade .

Chate chalte us or | Walking towards that pole ,
Firse ek darr satata hai | A fear makes a comeback and forces me ,
Kahin manzil ka kinara na ajaye | To worry about whereabouts if I reach my destiny ,
Mushkil se yeh zindigi chuni thi | For , with not much ease , I chose this life ,
Kahin dusri manzil chunte chunte | And now changing over to something else , at this point ,
Yeh zindigi na khatam hojaye | Might cost my age , that has not left much to breathe .

Jeete jee , bas ek hi dua krta hun | As long as I live , I keep on praying this ,
Jeete jee har pal jiyun is qadar | As long as I live this way ,
Ki koi kami zyatti na bann jaye | May not any shortcomings become an ache for me ,
Kisi khushi ki kami na reh jaye | May not any moment to cherish become a shortcoming for me
Siaahi , Khoon , Mohabbatt aur Zindigi ka meheka lehraye | May my breath , nerves , love and life lead a healthy spree

- Bharath R Rao

Promise she made | Poem

He was touched today , once again , 
Why did it happen today ?

Days ago , she poured  some rain ,
Swollen eyes , showed her pain ,
What good friend , would take it alone ?
What good friend , would bear it alone ?

He took a promise , he made her swear ,
Promise , that you would rain never ,
Promise , you would smile for ever , 
Promise you would , share your worries ,
We , 'll tackle with not much worries .

That promise , spelled magic today ,
She said , and continued ,
I would not cry , since you wont allow me to ,
I would rather be with HIM , and let me stay ,
Off these tears , HE would render me peace at HIS bay ,
The almighty he is , would drain me till I begin to smile again .

He was touched today , once again ,
After so many days , 
Trust me , for I am the eye witness !

- Bharath R Rao

Apology and Reply

” Apology and Reply “

I was in a good mood then , and something happened just after that text ,
What was it  ? How bad can it be ? How worse it , could have had been ?
My friend , did think about all of it ;
I made a sneaky escape then ,
I spoke not much after that , I resisted my hate for a while then ,
Hate , for the past incident ,
For , that I cherish not meanwhile , and wont ever in the future ever .
What exactly was it ? What is this all about ? Enough of curiosity , it is .

Once upon a time , like many great stories , this was woven too ,
I was in a my high school , riding high on smiles , with few junks nearby ,
Like every success story has a black sheep puking onto it , I had one such too ,
 Day went like horses , but junk kept rusting even worse , 
I could bear that least then , when I thought to put a stop to that rust ,
The junk , poured some onto me , I held it away , off me ,
Then came even more of it , I couldn’t stand still ,
I spoke , for my respect , under my will ,
I said , that I should not have had otherwise ,
But , it was justified , for that moment , that was not very wise .

I wished not to hear it ever again , but time did bring me there again ,
A good friend , did poke a fun , she was unaware of ,
The rust came back again , and so did the whole picture along ,
I was taken back , for a “while” , 
That “while” grew a bit more long and grew into hours of tension and worries ,
My friend felt sorry for her words , and I felt sorry too .

She knew not what she spoke , I knew she didn’t mean to ,
She deserved an apology , she deserved her time to smile , I guess ,
That moment , shook her that bad , that she forgot anything she had ,
She missed her meeting with the Lord , 
She missed to smile , for very long , for a reason I gave her ,
I am sorry for all of it , I said in mere words I could ,
I did my best to set things on the roll , back again .

A good friend is a good friend , she accepted the apology ,
And made her reply shine brighter than mine ,
She accepted all of it very gently and warm heart ,
We were back on the jolly ride , fun and off the rusty scene ,
Near the coast of joy , closer to relief .

What really are best friends for ? This is it , this is it 

 - Bharath R

Happy Birthday Shah Rukh Khan aka SRK

While the the entire world is busy trending #HappyBirthdaySRK on #twitter , I as a fan and in person made this #handwritten birthday wish on the account of a legendary birthday of  Shahrukh Khan | Shah Rukh Khan | SRK , however you may feel to read it as :)

A letter to DJ NYK aka Nikhil Sahni

It was on the roll , a real big day for all of us at IET Bhaddal . Who knew , everyone was about to meet a man who would not let any single person sit with comfort !

It was so pleasant to see , that you made what not many could have had done . A hats off for that reason . Only one that attended that night would know , what it was and what it became after you took over it .

Every single person including staffs were going gaga over the tracks and their sync . You nailed it , real good . I could see none on stable feet . Ah ! The girls have had lost it , and were in continues swing as if were drugged with your beats . And , the boys behind the barricade , have had gone mad , like never before . For decency I might not mention the teachers , but yes they were no less .

The 2 hours were for sure the massive moment of everyone's life whosoever lived it , that night . We could not have had experienced it , otherwise . It was the DJ's MOB . I personally , don't love going to clubs for reasons not good . You took away that craving too , and compensated over this night . One of the best , is no wonder .

The best part for me was inviting you along my co-partners and getting cheers for you from audience , being on stage . It was so great speaking to you as well . You are so humble and it reflects from your way of speaking . I have seen very less such people . I bow , for this quality of yours . Keep that the same till your last breath , and may you never reach very soon that last breath .

You know how much they loved it ? They said , " Bharath , who asked you to call it down . The last track he just began to play was super awesome " . It was hard for me to get away with an apology to my lovely friends . I loved this too .

It was lovely . Apart the glitches , I have no other regret . And , yes the only thing I would not praise is one of your bouncers who was utterly rude for no reason . And , soon the other bouncer soothed saying , " Never mind , in a good tone " .

Thank you , Nikhil Sahni aka DJ/DVJ NYK , for being here , and letting us be a part of your never ending saga . I would want to write more but I am literally short of words . Multiply this infinite number of times , and my feelings and gratitude would hence reach close to what I felt then .

And , a very Happy Deepawali to you and your crew members . Keep on shining and bringing smiles around . Tons' of blessings are on their way and would never end . Thank you , so very much once again .

With loads of love, regards and blessings ,
Bharath R Rao .
(The guy in blue)

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Christ Church , Shimla

Photographed , this during my last visit to Shimla , with friends to celebrate a surprise birthday party

Christ Church, Shimla, is the second oldest church in North India, after St John’s Church in Meerut. It is a parish in the Diocese of Amritsar in the Church of North India. Its current incumbent is The Rev. Mushtaq Achher Malk, B.D., M.Th., whose ecclesiastical designation is presbyter-in-charge. Worship is conducted in Hindi and English.

Built in the neo-Gothic style in 1857 to serve the largely Anglican British community in what was formerly called Simla, Christ Church is situated on The Ridge where is stands out as one of the prominent landmarks of Shimla. The silhouette of Christ Church is visible for miles around the vicinity of Shimla city. Christ Church remains one of the enduring legacies of the British Raj.

Christ Church was designed by Colonel J. T. Boileau in 1844, and the church was consecrated after 1857. The clock adorning Christ Church was donated by Colonel Dumbleton in 1860. The porch was added in 1873.

Christ Church has survived partition and the subsequent political upheavals on the Indian subcontinent. Christ Church continues to be very well maintained and remains in good condition. The clock, however, no longer functions – due to entropy.

The church contains five fine stained glass windows. One represents the Christian virtues of Faith, Hope, Charity, Fortitude, Patience and Humility.

The Pipe-Organ of Christ Church is the biggest in the Indian subcontinent and was erected in September 1899.

Butterfly - that didnt fly that early

 . . and after enough of the try , this was the closest I could get to the #butterfly amidst an unknown forest nearby . I feel pleasant having it

When my grandfathers left

. . remembering my late grandfathers , all of a sudden ,
I have a thought , I have a burden .

The roots date back to an year , when I had two pieces of news ,
A week after the other , I lost my grandfather duos .

It was shocking , heart breaking , and sorrow for ofcourse ,
Many felt the same , a few held it for long , while a few for those hours .

It was difficult to make out , whether we are at a funeral ,
Or was it just any ceremony , people making day outs .

They were singing sorrows though , they were right the next moment ,
They did talk of worthless , than about the greatest dent .

I wonder , where at that moment I was , 
I wondered , are these the right people I am with ?

For the same , I have a thought of my own ,
I have a thought for my grave and funeral .

O ! People , some selfish , some real ,
Do come to my funeral with happy faces , be jovial .

Pretend not , have no formalities as well ,
Do come , the way you want , show not false feelings .

Cry for me , if the tears are holy , make not any foul of them ,
Take out a ‘lil time for me , but not the un-wanting blame .

I need not flowers , ceremonies , but for formalities ,
I need my loved ones and only that care , around the gone me .

Send me with peace , hold down those faces ,
Raise them the very next day , with pride and respect .

But , give that day for me , do not as you did ,
On the day , my grandfather went .

- Bharath R Rao

The lovely prayer

Let me smooth through my dreams , let me fly high ,
Keep me within my limits , lock me grounded beneath .

Let me see the bits and bytes of pieces , let me see the chaos ,
Allow me solve the puzzle , under my will and your attention .

I choose to be under your wisdom , I choose to live for you ,
You allow me to choose my wants , you keep me near you .

I promise to behave , I promise to be the best , and ,
If not , I never quit trying the same , O ! Mighty .

I 'll wake-up , live and sleep in your name , let me devote ,
I 'll do everything I would , for the best bargain , your love .

I am an amateur for now , I am growing with days ,
I want to the wise , growing with seconds every day .

Let me breathe in the lovely figure , that I saw never ,
Let me feel the power , I have been wishing to .

Keep me , close to you , closer to your vision ,
Let me stare you , let me devote myself in your heaven

- Bharath R Rao

Time ago

. . . . time ago , there was a time another ,
For his good deeds , was cursed together ,
No matter what he did , how good he was ,
Was brought down , with no valid clause .

Days passed , the sun rose , and did set ,
He kept ignoring things , as if never happened ,
Water crossed overhead , things went too far ,
Was accused/accursed again of nothing he did .

Boycott was the only option he had , to be safe at ,
He did , for months , he had in written ,
It was quite a joy then , and perhaps the best peace ,
He felt on a day specific , to forgive the bitten .

He did set up things , to be same as never before ,
Things went good , but not better , was indeed an effort ,
He still was at no blame but for speaking less ,
The blame was , that he was treating less .

And , now there is this another day ,
The ugliest of joy has made a return ,
A declined proposal meets a declined request ,
A proposal clashes against a helpless necessity .

This was till it was , patience too has an ending ,
If its time for a payback , he can be wilder than any demon ,
Bound by humanity , bound by values , he chooses to stay mum ,
All for a reason , that he loves his peace more than the curse .

- Bharath R Rao

Admant Cement

. . even the hardest of stone goes smooth with time , by the river ,
Of what cement are thou ? What material is so blunt ?
I may think to break a diamond , so lovely ,
But an adamant cement , near to ugly .

Of all what surprises is the die hard , pride in it ,
” I wont budge down , I would show up real things then “ ,
” I wont agree to it , because I was rejected “ ,
Revenge is a momentary delight , lesson is for life .

Better to learn soon , you are nearing end , 
Better to reprimand , than to end in valley of regrets ,
Slightest of anything so far , may hit you hard ,
I worry , may make things around you harsh .

God ! Have pity , show mercy ,
If you set things right , to peace , 
If you set things , a ‘lil far ,
If you could do that , small thing for me

- Bharath R Rao

Adreno Dream , a poem

I stand arms opened , with curiosity ,
I hope to find that charm soon , and I enter the city ,
It speaks of magic and illusion , within ,
It says not no to any one willing to head in .

Amidst , all the money oriented relief , there exists ,
Another city , you may want to visit ,
There resides a mountain of dreams , and valley beneath ,
The sailing palace , with no one a King .

I welcome you on this exile , come join me ,
I have not yet found the illusive kingdom of dreams ,
I never dreamt of them either , never ever ,
Then how come I reached here ? What am I heading to have ?

I know not , what it all is , how is it all ?
I know not , how it began ? how will it end ?
I call it rush , from within , the holy adrenaline ,
That asks me [to] do it , and I be the ready made puppet for it .

Being so , does not snatch the freedom I hold ,
I be puppet in limit , I be in my senses , with strings ,
I feel what is being done , I feel what am I doing ,
I fail to know , what is adrenaline .

A sudden gush of stormy hope , runs into my veins ,
Asks me search the palace , even in my immortal state ,
I begin , I head ahead , I am about to reach , I see the sunrise ,
I open my eyes , and then , it was just a dream .

- Bharath  R Rao