Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

You!

You! 
Insignificant on the earth
Unknown in the universe
Being observed by everyone
Every second, every minute

You! 
Wander your eyes 
Rationalize in mind
Experience the absence
And create ideas.
The expressions, the emotions 
Your desire and ambitions. 

You! 
Lost in your own thoughts
Roaming in your own dreams
Wherever they may be
In your search of solace and compassion
Whom do you think to find your answer?

Nothing


A walk in the mountains
Surrounded by trees
Lost amidst highs and lows
I walk further to find peace 
Peace, away from the chaos
A way, leading to the end
The end is what I look for
A search set out during peace
And then, there is a void
A void, I'm absorbed in
A tiny drop in the ocean of nothing
And that is my destiny
A drop worthy of nothing
I believe, one day I'll be 
Away from everything 
To be nothing
At peace

Such Is The World


A point here and a point there 
A voice here and a feeling there
A whisper from here is a chaos somewhere
And we think, we are all together

Moment by moment, day by day 
We build a world to destroy
And rebuild it from the broken pieces 
From the ones that were there 
And the ones that weren't 
To see the tomorrow that won't be there
Such is the world we live in 
And that's how we fit in

The Story Of Dust


We all look the same, with no special power,
play in the wind and afraid of a shower,
so many cultures my eyes have seen,
emergence of earth is where my story begins.

With the dream of becoming one to million,
I started my journey with every break of a stone,
months passed and years passed,
so many miles surpassed,
I transformed your thoughts into wonders,
stayed with you in all blunders,
the blood and shades of lost generations,
possibilities of new civilizations.

Despite of all the witnesses, inanimate I am,
insignificant I am,
unnoticed and unknown,
but there will be always times,
in the utter darkness with no sight,
I'll be the proof of a ray of light.
A dust is what I'm called,
around me your life is revolved.

The Disgorge

Not Mine Though !!!


Bit of success, mild failure,
Fancy bet or simply frustrate.
Emptied bottles, little movement,
Jiffy of joy and the other man inside says 'hi'.


He is confident, he is not afraid,
Yet he is unstable and uncertain.

Few more bottles and few more jokes,
Seconds of anger and few more smokes.
Time is now to write history,
Madness for now and for future cool story.


And a sudden rush inside the body
A wave says 'Not any more'
'I can't stand this unreal pressure, the foreign liquid
The complicated mixture
Let there be some air, let there be some disgust and pain
Promise you won't do it ever again'

Another wave and it's all out
Jokes and camaraderie, fun and finish
Some pity and some good old water
The scratched throat, the dizzy brain,
The crooked friends but all are mine.

Some other day I'll break the promise and cross the limits

Those Footsteps



Showered for minutes and the place is repelled,
Foot impressions of kids and cattle,
Looks as if they fight an unnamed battle,
Somehow their life is sustained. 


Those steps could have been invisible
on a nice plain road,
The steps could have been approaching
a school,
The steps carry a bucket of mud
as an illusive water to bathe,
The steps is what our feet hates. 


A little we know about them, a lot we feel about;
A little they know, in which country they live;
A little they know, of where those steps will lead;
A little they think, what's their need. 


Compelled, resisted and diseased with poverty;
Yet they always wish of only pity.
Pity gives them food, pity gives them clothes;
In return they give their ignorant votes.


Unfortunate that you fight for an uncertain tomorrow,
Irony that you're that diamond which won't shine,
Will take an eternity for someone to hear your pain,
Keep looking for some angel to drop in the chain.



Relationship

Sometimes those sad, bad, awkward and glad moments induce and inspire you to write stuff like this.


How strong is it?
How weak it can be?
If you try to break 
How easy it may be?

How difficult is it?
How simple it can be? 
When you try to solve 
How puzzled you can be? 

Is it quick to start?
Can you see a finish point?
Did you break some locks to win some hearts?
Do you take a chance and do romance?

Can you find the thread or the knot?
On what basis you judge it correct 
Where did you bury it?
Beneath the heart or across the head 

Just don't think about it 
It might break.

Ganga






So what is it ? 
Does it make you pure? 
You are not a sinner now! 
Are you bound to believe that somehow ? 
Do we must walk on fire to feel the cold ? 
Does everyone do it before getting old ? 
Who feeds whom in the process ? 
Why someone dies for food or success ? 
Do I have to dip in, to achieve greatness, 
What else is madness ? 
Are we killing the spirit to learn ? 
Or driven by someone to earn. 
Does choosing always matters? 
What about someone whose dream always shatters? 
Does killing have the same meaning? 
Why do they call it a war when it crosses the limit? 
Stepping back, when you cry, 
Does it actually satisfy? 
If getting the sympathy is what you look for, 
Then what were you bravely fighting for? 
Did you forget the reason for your pain? 
Come get some more - it won't go in vain.

Lost In Randomness

While thinking of many random things, I wrote this. Hence the caption.


This is bad, something which I hate,
Can’t there be a single way so, no one would regret.

How can you see the next day?
Sometimes you call it choice, sometimes its mystery.

Morning showed you the day, after you succeed,
Night is the new day when hopeful,
Life is a playground while losing,
Is this what you call art of living.

Editing or changing as per the requirement,
Animals are better in my judgement.
They can think, they can learn teaching,
All what they don’t know is the art of money making.
Is this why you call yourself best,
Coz inanimate things are valuable than rest.

No I’m not fooling around, I didn’t loose my mind;
It’s just you who turned blind.
Neither  God is cruel, he is very kind,
Gave you eyes to keep you blind.
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