A boy without ambition

 In the far away mountains, I am, To behold the beauty of the horizon. The scorching sun had made its mark, So did I find shade to my feet. Fumes of white clouds from the peaks, Makes one forget the valleys seen. Cool air relaxing the bosom, My beloved had come to thy heart. Pebbles on the way seemed quite old, The brook flowing, making music. The Hillock- a strange place Everything big seems so small. A crazy heart that I have, I care not for my peace. Crickets & Hoppers seeing, Birds & Bees following. I've never been a warlord, Just been to see the mountain lord.

 Caught in the delusions of the two worlds, one of his mind, one of the seemingly actual! A few sought power to rise & some after clairvoyance. Both doesn't seem to fulfil  A heart with a hundred desires. Many behind a religion & rank, This, a tale of a young man! Or every man who was young.

 Childish boys & girls to be, Prudish men & women! Seems arduous & nebulous, To be malicious & promiscuous! Wanton virgin sex, An everlasting vex! So much on the apex, A desire to flex, Just a funny reflex!

 On Children  I have started the ISHA STUDENTS' CLUB & STUDY CENTRE , out of my passion for children. They are children first, then students. It is very strange how children are and each student amuses me every time I see them. They are simple-minded until the influence of the society leaves a scar on their mind to corrupt the purity of their hearts & shake the harmony of their being. "I am often asked what is your role in your organization?" I am just a volunteer; I'm ready to teach, to play, to dance, to sing, to learn, to gossip, to talk to their parents, and anything that needs to be done, I'm ready to do. The CEO,DIRECTOR,...are just words,  positions which doesn't mean anything much to my life. For me, the children are of utmost value. You see, what you have done to your children! You have made them-rich, poor, hindu, christian, muslim, smart, cunning, blind-believers, prudish, sentimental, jealous , political and what not ? To see a child with s

 Cycles of bull and bear,  To mull all I bare!  My money and his money,  To gain all their money!  Slicing from moon, till noon!  With a bun, in the sun!  Red and Green,  Seen and Unseen!  A plumber of number,  An uncanny math,  Or a pure Gamble?  An unexplained fact,  The rising graph after my sell,  The falling graph after my buy!  Fair and Unfair,  Rich and Poor!  Above All, Money to lose, lose and lose  To win, win and win!  A life of bet all set!!!  - Yashas Ray

 Alcoyne, a young soul was roaming around the village of Saranath. The villagers were quite dull due to the outraging sun and the continuous work of the day. Everyone wanted to rest but the time which they lived in always demanded more work. There was a little boy in the village whose name was Maitreya and was always interested in art and beauty. He wanted to paint all the mountains and rivers of the world. For him art was a way of life and the epitome of living. One fine day he came across an enchanting painting of the river Ganges flowing across the Himalayas, the painting has everything that could capture one's eyes and very being. The art was stuck in his mind and moved his heart. He was dissolved into it totally. The river , the flowing waters and the shimmering light, the floating clouds and the rising sun, everything occupied his life. The painting seemed more real day by day. Maitreya wanted to find out the artist behind this immense work. He began searching for it and coul