Friday, November 7, 2014

Live it On !

Days full of chaos and nights full of haze ,
mind becomes an unending maze ,
where to go, where to leave ,
that's how the souls grieve, 

Light the fire in your heart ,
make it soft make it hard ,
Let it go , but not far apart,

Forgive but never forget ,
its a quote , but just a quote at rest,
put yourself to Time's test ,
Just come out alive , let life do the rest

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Turn 'O' Turn

Moving on a straight road boring and mundane,
I yearn for the turn, to take me to a higher plane,
The turn doesn't come, not just as yet!
Keeps me waiting and making me sulk, not just yet, not just yet!

Patience is a virtue I may lack; 
Boredom is the companion rather a quack!
Alas, Grit is my transporter and a maverick at that!

Let the Road take its own course, Let it be there!
I’ll choose to take the Turn, from wherever I care

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Life as it is

Life : one word , one word with meaning so huge and so intricately cobwebbed that its meaning becomes different for every living life. Ranging from a wada pav a day to a Lamborghini, being a seller to a consumer, a beggar to a billionaire, a peasant to a president, varsity is the norm, diversity and contrast defines life here in this plane.
Deep in thought and contemplation, one reaches a point and starts listening and analyzing, is this what a life strives for? Or is this the lifecycle which is fore written? The Answer lies within; Every enlightened being left this plane with the words 'Let Life be measured in moments of happiness shared and not in currency rolls stacked' (rephrasing the illuminati words).
Seen as an escapist's route by many, Sanyaas , seems an alluring option today , at least it offers a better chance to learn why we are here; Isn't it important for the living to understand why life is here , on this plane ? Why life is intelligent enough to judge, to question the very being of existence? It is strangely enticing how this plane has become a round robin of undirected , unknowing actions; Very wisely quoted by the Enlightened Ones 'Everything that goes , comes back' , why is it forgotten in this realm of unending struggle? Hasn't life forgotten the driving motive here? Aren't all the developments aimed for a better life? Aren’t all the fights, struggles, wars , love , peace , actions , inactions , treatise  are steps towards a better plane for existence?
I flew Kites with small children almost after a decade and it was liberating; Life as we see it is far simpler than the complexities that are present in the current social fabric; We Just need to look through the right spectacles. There is more to life than meets the eye.


Friday, January 10, 2014

Moment's Delight

On this serene lovely night ...
Under the moons shimmering light ...
Thoughts come and shine with your face all bright ...
I write and write and write , bathing in the moment's delight  ...

Eyes all open and Lights all out ...
Flashes of memories and traces of love which is not in sight ...
Tears drip slowly with different shades of plight ...
Singing the score, dancing in the dim light ...
Your face resurfaces with the memories of such nights...
Heart cries out to reach you, pushing the darkness aside ...
Alas, the Voice fades out within the void inside ...              
I dare not call your name aloud ...   
I dare not scream my Love...
Cause seek I shall you in another time...
and make you all mine ...
I write and write and write bathing in the moment's delight ...

I cast a spell and hid them so deep below...
I Shall not cry those tears out , I shall not take thy name...
Cause I know this darkness shall steal those memorie's fame...    
thus I ride along with the resistance and ...  
So I write and write and write bathing in the moment's delight ...

This joy in the pain of remembrance ...
This light in the darkness aloof ...
I stand here looking at the sky...
Knowing this shall also pass by ...
and So I write and write and write bathing in the moment's delight ...

Monday, December 30, 2013

Back Seat Bonanza

















Its surprising how the Back Seat is not the first choice so often, be it a class or a be it a bus. I for my part have always been a back bench-er, enjoying all the perks coming along with it. Although It did not start this way , I used to love the front seats in buses and in classes alike, As I grew up , I started eyeing the back seat more. Eating my lunches during the lectures, under the teacher's nose,without getting caught ,and dozing immediately after it unnoticed , Simply Heaven . Sometimes wonder why the back seat is so looked down upon. You can always chat ,gossip, play pen fight and if you've got the guts, even throw paper planes and chalk pieces everywhere. Sure it comes along with its fair share of bumps and jerks as the last seat of a bus does;For instance you can miss out on some important announcements and feel like an utter idiot the next day , You may not fall under the obvious choice list of that beautiful first bench-er who is scoring A's. Everything comes with a price,these are just some small trade-offs  in our beautiful world Bazaar; I realized sitting here today that its truly just a matter of perspective,because from where I see,sitting on this last seat of the bus and looking back from the huge window, I see everyone , everyone, following me, running the chase I lead, but when I look ahead at the one on the first seat, the gaze seems to follow the next thing ahead of the bus; From where I sit, I see hope, opportunities, freedom of choice,I see a Leader. Its just a matter of perspective always; Inside every Back bench-er there is a leader who just needs to look the right way.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Two pegs down

Two pegs down the time is eternal ...  

the dreams are achievable ...

the feelings are ethereal...

the smile is affable ...

the mood is palpable ...

the courage is unshakable ...

the stories are unbelievable...

the facades are identifiable ....

the words are unstoppable ...

the hope is unconquerable...

the desires are unquenchable ...

the love is even more unforgettable ...

Two pegs down the life is at least livable...

and Two pegs down this world becomes habitable ....






Monday, December 2, 2013

Infinite












The Dreams of a man are infinite ...
and so are the desires...
The Sands of time are Infinite ...   
and so are the memories....
The Realms of reality are infinite ...
and so are of our consciousness ...
The Hate in the world is infinite ...
and so is the Love ...
The Stars in the Sky are infinite ...
and so are the drops of water in the ocean...
The Boundaries of the Universe are Infinite ...
and so are of our Mind...
The Number of living are infinite ...
but the soul's infinitely One....