अकेलापन

है यह अनोखापन
मेरी जिंदगी के
अनिमन्त्रित मेहमान

बिन बुलाए आया
कभी साथ नहीं छोडा
सिखाया मुझे अंदर
कि आग को खोजने

दिया मुझे हिम्मत
आगे बढने की
वक्त के साथ साथ
बन गया मैं उसका दास


लोग कहते है
तनहाई अंधेरा है
पर यह तो मुझे
खुबसूरत रंग लगी

धीरे धीरे से
करने लगे मैं इस पन से प्यार
जुड गए हमारी रिश्ता
हमेशेकेलिए


है यह अनोखापन
मेरी जिंदगी के
अनिमन्त्रित दोस्त ।।

Birthdays

If you are a so called human
you have birthdays
to remind you how many years you lived
to reflect what were you doing all the years
to measure the no:of hearts you own
        Now readers, I will be happy if anyone going through the pages of my blog would lent a little time to hear me on my birthday.I am not as crazy as my letters speak still its taking its origin from me.This is the day am celebrating my 15th birthday.Before fifteen years on this day i was preparing to land on earth....God placed a couple of years over my little head and mumbled a few words"MY CHILD LIVE YOUR LIFE,YOU VE GOT THE BOON TO GO TO EARTH,YOU WILL SOON EXPERIENCE THE WARMTH OF HUMAN EMOTIONS,THE MOST POWERFUL THING IN THE UNIVERSE,TWO ANGELS ARE WAITING FOR YOU DOWN THERE,THEY WILL PROTECT YOU AND YOU WILL HAVE TO PROTECT THEM WHEN YOU GROW UP...I AM BLESSING YOU WITH IMMENSE POTENTIAL,LIVE A BLISSFUL LIFE".Soon after a moment I was sent to earth..extremely puzzled by those last words I appeared on earth as mentioned by him,I felt a flutter of cool breeze on me,but it was a little strange and one of my neuron was stimulated to make a loud cry,it was the first and last time I saw people around me smile when I cried.I could soon find those angels  who will protect me and whom I ve to protect when I grow up,they were and are to my left and right providing all what I need.lived 15 years on earth..the life here is really a boon,so have to go further and utilize the potential and the days remaining in my life,I realise the best investment a man can do is in the hearts of people,no where else,on the earth the greatest happiness we can experience is from the people surrounding us...so I stop by conveing my extreme gratitude to all those who spent your valuable time for me.Happy  birthday to me!!!

 

I am a Nomad

                              I am a Nomad

                                    I am  a nomad,I wander

                                    I cant stay long anywhere

                                     I cant breathe the same air for long

                                     nor can live on the same food

                                    so I wander from place to place

                                        in search of different breeze

                                       I don't like to be tied

                                        by the chain of emotions 

                                         that are like the preserved wine

                                     I don't hear the cries of past

                                            nor I itch going back

                                     I don't expect and regret

                                       I am just a nomad

                                             I wander from place to place

                                       seeking joy,as soon as i suck  honey

                                     like a floating butterfly

                                   I fly in search of another pretty flower

                          I cant stay,I don't survive if am always on land

                                   my mind is not programed to live in tedium

                           but to explore the pleasure & seek the hidden

                            I neither listen nor do the golden tales of past

                                        I am just a nomad

                                 I wander from place to place

                                         in search of joy

                                           I pity over the life of preserved mangoes

                               poor souls die in salinity

                       I admire the life 0f cherries,the blessed souls;live sweet

                                      I pity the life of those mere festoons

                          and I admire the life of those thorny shrubs

                           Life bottled is a misery or a horror story

                                    I cant fill that page of history

                                        with my horror story

                                    so I wander from place to place like a butterfly

                            I am a nomad,cause I stay only when I die.....

 

                      

                                     

                                    

 

                                        

Irony of my life

Life is neither too complicated nor very easy.As people are different their style of living also differs.In my perspective the person must be able to become disappointed a hundred times and not quit cause once wot you were dieing for, will come to you stamping all the bitter experiences.continue by closely holding the hands of hope,if you are an average person and you came across many failures and you are going to quit,then your quite a foolish person,though you fail you succeed cause you were you perhaps you quit you cheat your soul and take rest.
                                          I too had many ups and downs in my life,in fact many downs and very little ups and the interesting  matter is that I am writing this blog to relive from my resent failure.Failures is no more new for me.........the proper usage of potential is essential for the proper growth.......what is the proper method?how can ideas flood in me?what is the meaning of competitions?my mind is currently disturbed with all these questions,I  find no one other than blank paper who i can share my cries with,and I am unable to write anything worth in the paper too,wot a irony of my life..

The Future

Its not locked in the treasure box of fate
its not preserved in the jars under soil
nor is it hidden behind the needles of clock
it had been entrusted in your hands
from the day you were born
to be cherished and made as you wish
it had been entrusted in your hands
from the very first day of your birth
with the caution to never spoil it
cause its not yours alone
it is the crown of the emperor
before it fit many heads
dont throw it into the dark girth
and young lads, keep it safe for tomorrow
for there are many more to design it as they desire
your bound to use it
cause its not to be left to rust
you are to make it the best
cause there is an empty page for you too
in the book of history
waiting to be filled with a unique story

I too will resign

As a casuarina amid roaring sea
i stood amid soaring eyes that see
there the faults were ceremony
and my heart lurked in agony

I wanted "hate" to extinguish
but fell in the sea of anguish
world is no longer green
but all of a blur scene

The untold stories are searched
told stories are ignored
life today is a wild race
which leaves no trace

justice is voiceless
complaints are ceaseless
as a court of fever
problems solve never

rise the elevation
to gain salvation
but unless its out of passion
it remains a fashion

meanings are lost
sounds are frost
as in glass cascades
people live for decades

helpless in all storms
i stay still in groups
with no right to blame
cause of the unlit flame

despair to expire
with a heavy heart
i too will resign on a fair
with no great art

The She

  She who dreams
  is never happy
  she who dreams
  is very crazy
 cause she who dreams
 can only dream
  for, thats what people say
she who dreams
 is locked up
 by the warriors of prejudices
 she who dreams
 is never let out
 cause the people who say;
 "she who dreams
 can only dream! "
 know how dangerous she is
  how powerful her dreams are
 she who dreams is shut in
  cause the people who say;
 " she who dreams
 can only dream! "
 cant stand a revelution
 but how long can truth be hidden?
 how long can fake prevail?
 warriors will fall
 barriors will break
 and then, she who dreams
 will live her dream
 and the people who say;
"she who dreams
  can only dream! "
 will learn to dream... 

pace maker

There is a pace maker
for every struggling heart
as a tireless heeler
it works and works

     when the leaves are dry
     earth crack
     the clouds cry
     and the rain makes the pace

          when darkness spread
          fear enroll
          devils brood
          light makes the pace

                when people fail
                 lose faith
                stop to sail
               hope makes the pace

                 when thoughts are dead
                 soul fly
                 curse the deed
                prayer makes the pace

                           when heart is broken
                            hopes give up
                            thoughts are rotten
                          when nothing makes pace

                                  love makes the pace
                                  the tireless pace maker
                                makes pace graceful than a dancer
                                and it works and works

Inertia of hope

The daily flow continues
the waves keep rushing
time keeps running
hope is all what mind contains

In a nutshell
with dreams high
were talent weigh
hope allows the trial never still

On the crazy ride
the secret wonder
and the mystery behind thunder
elevate the quest of tide

the great dial
seems to be new
for each different dew
in provoking awe, it never fail

love and hatred are guests
of the past memory
and all of nothing in summary
still hope everywhere create fests