Just People

Courtesy Vinoth Yadav

What defines a crime, what defines a motive?

What makes a man, what makes a thief?

The story is at Just People.

Oh Wait

For Friends,
                   For Family.

Oh Wait

Red Soil

Every day he toiled on his land,
He was his land and his land was he.
His livelihood, his body,
His mind his everything.


The story is at Red Soil

P.S. ( I never put a picture, but then this picture was perfect. Courtesy Rediff)

Final walk

Lonely and alone
He takes his final walk

The story is at Final Walk

P.S.
The story borrows a lot from Fyodor Dostoevsky's The Idiot. You can read more about the book here and here

Temple on the hills

My omnipresent Lord,
I house thee,
In this lowly temple,
One on the hill.
Please over look us,
Create, protect, destroy
Lord, we are your cattle,
You are the mother
And the father.
We rest in peace,
Knowing you are there above.

The story is at Temple on the hills

Jealousy

What is yours is yours,
What is his is his.
Yet, you guard yours
You guard, because it is yours.
I think I see you think
Yours, better, yours worse
You long for
What is his is yours
What is yours is yours
I, Jealousy

~Aditya

One - by - Two

Are we one?
Or two in one?

A tribute.

The story is at One by Two

~Aditya

Betrayal

One Man,
Love,
Betrayal?

(Accepted that this seems to be the cheesy title of some 'B' Grade Hindi movie. I am not able to come up with something better!!!!!)

The story is at Betrayal

~Aditya

P.S. (I am opening a can of worms, I know it! If you have a problem with the ideals, we can have a discussion)

Going home

I leave work
To go to a place
A place
Where I am to be found
A place where I am lost.

The story is at Going Home

~Aditya

The Marriage

A visit,
A life changing contract.
Unknown 'til yesterday,
Not known today,
Forever yours tomorrow.

The story is at The Marriage


Let the inspirer know,
The inspired drew inspiration.

~Aditya

The End

Is revenge an answer? Can I take an eye for an eye?
If you have hurt me can I take it out on your brethren?

This story is a first person narrative of a feeling close to the hearts of millions in India.

The story is at ~
The End

~Aditya

Maya

The story of a girl who aims high, beyond what her horizons permit her,
The way that those dreams are brought crashing down to earth.
The story of Maya.

To read her story click on the link below.
Maya.pdf

This is the girl that I fell in love with, had the hardest time coaxing her to tell her story, and when she did, I am not sure I was able to do justice to it.
So I guess the story told is more hers than it is mine!

~Aditya