 Harjeet Singh is an Indian English poet.He is post graduate in English. His father Principal "Joginder Singh "was ardent lover of English language, his guidelines have made him able to grasp some of the fundamentals of this language. He began his poetic career with "A ballad of a marauder" in Indian ruminations. His work has appeared in conceit magazine, cc&d magazine and other magazines.He is the denizen of district Hoshiarpur (Punjab).This is his first short story. "SANS SOULMATE" I was wedded to angle Tie that binds is screeching halt. Post hoc felt, birr is big yawn. Way remains buttoned whether I be yardbird or uncaged. Higgledy - piggledy togs Poorly lit under fixed boil. When statue rings unawares Jaded lamps not supporting Slight delay adds confusion Steadily bridled feelings Fabric walling off from world While on odyssey of art Stomach worries in between. Wavering in arraying Eye-catching habiliments. Mere summons to swell scut work. Worried sick while on venture Lest whatsit be forgotten Likewise sense,leavings been jailed? Nonstop unseen calls on line. Vast skylights in stormy days Ground moving towards castle On access bunches get spliced. Hope of fare is far offff matter. Stained implements greet sans shame. To boot they don’t stop asking Hi, celeb what you nibble. "A Ballad Of A Marauder"Time was, there lived a saint. And was wont to deliver himself of practical preachings. Direct was his attachment with God. Oneness of inwardness and outwardness was the nub of his teachings. Prompted by many for the selection of disciple. But failed to renovate their littleness of mind. They vied with one another for rung. But his head didn't nod for any find. Several tame animals were under his canopy. One night he was in deep wakeless sleep. They were tied nearby his hut. A marauder came there to peep. Among them, featurely tall horse robbed his heart. He untied the rope again and again. But it tied to a piece of wood contrarily. His gruelling efforts went in vain. Stormily ,grubbed up the stump with saw-toothed sword. But many pieces popped up unasked. Ropes swelled in number than before. But didn't flinch till circumstances lasted. Gruff marauder when set out on journey Hadn't learnt how to return with empty hands. Always remained consistent in terrible situation. Always preferred death on defeatable lands. Myriad fiascoes but to avoid aspersion, To maintain the dignity of erstwhile record Clashed with invisible angelic power from Midnight to daylight with effulgent sword. As everything seen with third eye. But being omniscient didn't pay any attention. After the wee hours, Saint came outside. But surly marauder didn't blench in tension. Though already wise to reality, but asked Who he was and for what purpose came. Daringly described himself as a robber. And told he came with substantial aim. By giving the graphic details of his malintent. Adhibited, during the night session he did his best. But failed to fulfill his mission as yet. Never spent so much time on any other test. Self sameness imprisoned the holy person famously. Serious pleats changed into immense pleasure. Hugging him tightly, gifted his preferent horse. And said, preach the sermons of spiritual treasure. "A ballad of a soldier"Having read mystical books A soldier began to cudgel brain. Who he was and from where he came To him, he wanted someone to explain. His curiosity chose that path Day by day fervour augmented But worldly soul got no impetus. His purpose was, soul be oriented. With operose efforts One night soul got jerk It rode up to higher zones From that day, it became his regular work. He became commingled with spiritualism As small rivulet with vast lake As a soldier forgot his duty Sitting with closed legs made others bake. A complaint was made as regards his idleness That he always shirked the job By fellows with sarcasms he was belittled Officer came for inspection as told by mob First off ,took a notice where he was appointed After that he visited his dwelling place. Eyes remained stunned to whom he was to blame. On both places found same wight's trace. Officer admitted his mistake And spoke,'we demand nothing from you We are honored till you are with us, I judged what they told isn't true'. 'I remained in service When the matter was unknown to you But now I couldn't stay' Because the riddle didn't remain perdue. Boss became angry with statement 'Your name would never be erased from record. But then I am set if I be in your gazette. When scanned, documents were sans name and code. Former vs latterDeservedly they weep for the first. Because the lag is reverse. Deep down cossets her child. As a stopgap who else is so mild? She is a candle of home. For offspring, like a sky-dome. Unbrokenly veneers his idiocy. But the latter unearths everything with obstinacy. The former nabs kid’s sadness. What’s more, wells over with gladness. Stony soul badgers a verdant soul. A betrayal of trust on the whole. Heartily glad in his delight Unduly glum when he be out of sight. But the last-mentioned, destitute of philia, A wight of excessive jealousy and mania. The erstwhile slaps on wrist for his mistake. She does so only for his sake. The second gives a slap on back for wrong way. Rugged test to return until hair turn grey. Devotee of great SaintShri guru Gobind Singh sahib’s great devotee bhai Joga singh Words echoed into ears as guru’s summon out of a clear sky Leaving in between the holy bond, devotee of one-sided wing Sealed ears for rearward voices, ran away breaking every tie Would-wife with gapy mouth but then the portrait of guru in eye. On shank’s pony long route to be travelled As was up to Anandpur Sahib but dark in Hoshiarpur for sigh. Mind beset with new thoughts became unsaddeled. I was to be beside bride, clinamen(bias) went towards prostitute’s scaffold. When feet mounted up stairs, a guard balked his way 'Nix, nix wait and sit aside still you can’t, you can’t. Being novice so up front, why and wherefore couldn’t say. Calmly waiting for turn, again rode up, but then you can’t plant’ The whole night went in acquiring grant. Heart again became heavy for guru as cock crowed. Steps rushed so swiftly, thoughts changed that were slant. Then at any cost shank’s mare couldn’t be slowed. Aim was to arrive before shininess , like a river feet flowed. Too soon before noon bhai Joga singh cracked a nut. And surprised to a man, as when he set out and reached. ‘Nocent night fettered my feet, spent whole night sans hut’. ‘Where is guru! where is guru’, devotee preached. Yet in chamber maybe in untroubled sleep, as all teached. Having approached saw the saggy head on royal vehicle. ‘O! my Lord yet in sleep, wake up now’ he beseeched. Whenas to sleep, my Joga! spent whole night in stopping you on pinnacle. With teary eyes fell to great saint’s feet for that miracle. "Realization"Who is lily-white?
Where is noncent accounted for? No picnic to judge. Shark is framed, saddeled But recommended by all. When unrivaled pricks.
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