A new book of incomplete love stories

Love Unsung by Shantanand Sharma is a collection of poetries that showcase the love stories which were left incomplete due to the differenes in their caste, religion and class.

Available soon on all online bookstores worldwide.

What am I looking for?

The days are growing painful. I had been working hard to get some good days and time has come to be happy but somewhere in the core of my heart I'm lacking peace and happiness. I had studied so much and cleared so many papers and finally got a god job with handsome salary.

For the moment I’ve everything.
A good house at a posh location.
Money to buy whatever I want to.
A natural atmosphere around my place to enjoy greenery in leisure period.
A big green park to jog and exercise in the morning.
A good work place where happiness and loud laughter echo in each corner.
A beautiful girl friend to love and get loved.
And what else.
To write stories and poems and read some novels, no other better place I could have gotten than the bunglow I live in.

Somewhere, I'm looking for some peace. My head in not stable and keeps on thinking where to get some peace. At times, I change dress and take my bike to the Lodi garden to read and write something. And it happens only on weekends. Though I’ve to go to teach kids on these holidays to get myself busy and to add some parts to the development of this poor country where good teachers are extremely needed.

And for the rest of the times, I keep myself busy in washing my cloths, cleaning my home and talking to neighbors. That all don’t work. I want something out of my life. I want a life that is full of happiness. I don’t know what kind of happiness it is. If I look at some years back, I was a student and if I remember carefully then I see my life was unrest at that time as well. I wanted something else out of my life. It might be a good job or a good house live in or a good city to put up or a good partner to live with or whatever.

And now I’ve gotten everything then I find life incomplete. I find myself trapped in some invisible which I'm unable to break. I would have broken it if I would have seen it. But it’s invisible and I’ve no tool to find it or see it.

Let's make a better India

Dear UPSC aspirants, congratulations to those who have cleared the prelims.
Get ready to stand in a line of donkeys.

And congratulations to them who didn't get through.
Get ready to get another chance to live your life like a human being!

Those who have qualified prelims will definitely study like donkeys for mains.

Those who haven't cleared the paper.
Please get some free trainings from big organizations like British Council and start teaching unprivileged kids.

Poor India needs good teacher.
Free education.
And not IAS officers!

Jise khane peene ki dikkat h, please contact.
I can do some arrangement.
I earn that much.
I can feed some ten or fifteen people everyday!

Facebook founder & Indian Farmers!

I am a farmer.
I'm poor.
I need some food.
Some water, little space to live with my wife and kids.
I want to get rid of all the loans.
I want to live like a human being.
I have muscular body and some plots.
I want to do farming.
To feed myself, my kids, my wife and rest of the Indian, if some of it is left.
I don't want cyber city.
I don't want cars and other useless things to live happily.

Now tell me, what the hell is to Facebook founder do with me and my soil and my crops.
If he meets with Narendra Modi?

Media wale mil Jaye to unke upar hal chala du. BC.

The Guy!

He was guy.
Like you guys.
But he was different in all aspects.
He was very naughty when he was a kid.
He was clever since took him out of his mother's womb.
He made fun of everybody around him.
He had tough relations with seniors.
He would beat anybody. He never minded the opposition whether he was smaller or bigger than the opposition.
Once he kicked the driver of his school bus when he was a kid of 8.
He friends would say, 'you should have been born in Sindhi family. Some would say, 'you should have taken born in bhumiyar family.' Others said like them!

He grew up and always had fight with teachers.
He has his own world.

But he always get scared; 'will the life play with me and with my future also if I take my life so lightly?'
Then he would laugh like a mad!

Roti, kapda aur Makaan!

When I was a kid I was always fascinated by the political rallies and sat on the ground into the dust before stage on which politicians stood up with mike and promised to get us electricity, water supply (though we have natural water supply, river Ganga, which flows from west to east, touching feet of our village) and good roads.

I'm of 26 now.
Promises are same.
But still we've the same kerosene lamps to light our nights, the same broken rickety brick padded roads and the same water supply!

Isn't it a bigger duration than that took us for mission on Mars?

Love story begins here!

He was a Hindu.
She was a Muslim.
He was a stud.
She was the most beautiful girl.
He believed in love.
But didn't know how to love.
She didn't believe in fairy tales.
But knew the art of love.

They met.
Somewhere on this earth.
He asked for a date.
She couldn't refuse.
They fell in love.

Story ends here!

Ladies; No more than Sexual object in India!

We respect women in India.
We have reservations for them everywhere.

We offer them seat in metro train, bus, and wherever they stand before us. We can't see them standing. Are they too weak to stand on their feet?
But with the corner of our eyes we check them, scanning their body, undressing and imagining what; only god knows!

We have reservations for ladies in government jobs as well.
When men take their interviews they keep their eyeballs moving from ladies' face to their breasts.

We don't look at short dress wearing ladies when they pass us as if we don't care what ladies are wearing. We simply stare at their theighs and bums from back.

In Bollywood, ladies get fame and make lots of money.
They know how many beds they'd to warm to get the first role!

Ladies ride scooties. We twist our accelerator to overtake them as if...

While driving cars and riding bikes we keep on checking autos and taxies if they contain some ladies. And if we see ladies wearing shorts we scan their legs.

Bra strips are very colorful.
Aren't they?
God knows what pleasure they give to us when we stare at them for long.

At workplace women are given more priorities. Is it true? Really?
They get quick promotions.
We, men say she is slut. She has just slept with the boss and got promotions!

We, men do all possible and impossible things to loose our virginities.
But we want a wife with sealed virginity!

We have maids in our houses.
When our ladies are out we simply have sex with them. No matter how bad they stink.

In the great Army and police force, we have ladies.
God knows how seniors exploit them.

Bollywood makes movies like Mardani and queen.
Ultimately it projects ladies as sexual objects!

When we get married.
On the first nights and the next night and other nights we switch off the light and have sex with our wives.
We don't even ask how is she feeling and is she ready to get intimate!

When a girl kisses us outside four walls she feels unsafe.

God knows when will this end on this earth and ladies will live like a human being.

God knows up to what depth we men are into such and other thoughts!