​Thought Is dead, fight in vain.

Dreams depart, our shells remain. 

Tomorrow waits for you

​Walk on! The night is long 

and the world is too tired to help you .

I’ll wait at the end of the tunnel

Wait till you finally come through 
 Fight on sweet child ,

The storm you’re going through.

Fight on brave child ,

Tomorrow waits for you.
Dream on! Your  dreams won’t die 

They’re made of your mighty will

I’ll wait at the pond of fulfillment 

Wait till you drink your fill. 
Fight on sweet child ,

The storm you’re going through.

Fight on brave child ,

Tomorrow waits for you.
-Shashank Kashyap 

The funeral

The pyre was ready, the priest was waiting. Checking his watch every five minutes , nagging about how he was getting late for another ‘appointment’.

The women stayed home, cooking food for the unplanned guests, looking after the children who were busy with their games.

The men stood around him , some of them ranting about when it’ll all end and they can go have dinner. 

His children fidgeted in their places impatiently. Why wouldn’t they? After all, their business calls were on hold .The eldest son carried the torch and hurried through the rites as he,” can’t take all the smoke” 

It was almost like any other day really, except that he wasn’t around anymore.Doesn’t look like they’ll miss him. These were people he lived for. People he sacrifed for endlessly. People he’d cried for. Too bad they didn’t care bout him leaving, but cared only about what he left them. 

Death teaches us what we’re worth.Life prepares us for the lesson .At least that’s what I think.

-Shashank Kashyap