Beauty and the beast!

A sting on the nerve,
A stab in the heart,
A cramp in my belly,
A burden so heavy,
It all pinches hard, even today,
That sometimes I forget it's been many days.
Past you, past the moment,
No longer I need,
A presence worth nothing but an illusion,
I feel glad and giddy with relief.
You were a betrayal to rectitude,
To my fortune, the mask fell off on time,
The conniving you could do no harm,
as all you tried, fell over ahead of its time.
I still can't sleep at nights,
Thinking about the plot played well,
Fills me up with shock and disgust,

Was I gullible? No. Your character was fictitious!
How could I not see through,
A mettle of deceit beyond a conniving smile,
A promise made of a knot - loosely tied,

An imprudent mortal or devil in disguise.
Yet I congratulate myself today,

standing unleashed, severing the ties.

cuz' of you, I can now sense a deception,

from miles away, with open or closed eyes!

Try it if it scares you?

People often ask you to try something new that scares, as well as excites you, at the same time. Well, I beg to differ. Not that risking your life and decisions for your dreams is bad, but risking it for someone else who solely owns the right to destruct it, is. Take risks, take chances, try something exciting too but only if you are responsible for the outcome.

Taking risks because someone else seems right one to fulfill it for you would only lead to disappointment. For example, Want to be a writer? Risk everything, fight for your dream but don't rely on someone else to help you accomplish it even if they have all the means to do so. If you do that, then and there, my friend, you might have taken a wrong road. Not just it would make you dependent and negligent but lands you in a fool's paradise. And when you realize the other person were in a slack the whole time you thought things were important to them, it is too late.

Hence, I say, if anything excites you, as well as scares you, at the very same moment, be it, someone arrival in your life, a relationship, your dream or anything for that matter, do not ever let anyone be the helmsman of your life or ship. Be your pilot and never keep hopes and expectations from something that keeps you as a layman or spectator of the result.

Do not fear to try something new and exciting if the outcome lies in your efforts. But run away from something that requires someone else's efforts for its long-term survival. It could be your life but someone's pass time. That's the only bridge and difference. 

A sigh from a Hopeless Romantic!

Today, I saw a movie named 'love on the sidelines' and I just thought why people call themselves hopeless romantics. Also, somewhere or the other, it made me realize that I am one of the same too. Shocking as it was! Well, knowing you don't have a love-life makes you wanna have it more. The more you stay single, the more you see happy couples singing their love melodies. Why does it have to be this way? Why do we call ourselves hopeless romantic? Is it because we are hopelessly waiting for the impossible to happen or is it because we are pressurized by the defined angles of the society(rather movies), that we often think that someone is going to pop out and make it a happily ever after! Cliché isn't it? Life, as we know, isn't as smooth as a movie. It doesn't have a happy ending in two hours, even two days for that matter. Is there a happy end for me? I am sure there is an end, but we can't possibly know everything from a trailer. A sigh from a hopeless romantic!

Sorry my friend....

Sorry my friend, guilty as charged,

I know I have hurt you,hurt you a lot.

You know what you mean,

Mean the world to me,

Hurting you was the least of all

That I could ever do intentionally.

Know I screwed up things,

For someone's suspected your loyalty,

But if I had known its so big

I would never have even done it.

You know, we share a bond,
The trust and faith we share,

I know you don't pass on things,

You are worthy of everyone's trust,

I am sorry you had to listen to this,

By none other than your great friend,

You are the best person I have known,

Known to share everything with.

Wish I could prove it to the world,

Whatever happened, it's all because of me,

One mistake has had it all,

for you would think twice before trusting me with anything.

I am sorry for what I did,

Hope you will forgive me soon,

I am conscious of my guilt,

Regret is all I have,

I am sorry my friend, guilty as charged.

Quitter or Striker

The moment when you have a picture clicked from so many different angles with one or many different cameras and then just one turns out to be that perfect capture for you; in the very same way, every problem/situation/incident/event/theory has so many different interpretations and just one turns out to fit and associate well with your mindset. We might derive a lot of negative aspect from it, but what seems to make a difference is whether there are any possible positive outcomes that might help better the situation and push us to an explanation that we might never wanted to believe in the very first place. Hence, before we ever conclude our problems to dead ends, we might just want to pause for a bit and look out of every possible connotation it could apprehend to. Yes, we all have a particular view of everything, but we should probably press space for other possibilities to grow. 

For instance, butterflies are such insects that are known for their beauty. But a butterfly in itself can never look at its wings, hence, remains unaware of the beauty that a human's eyeshot covers. Anyways, would it even make any difference to a butterfly if that insect could see how beautiful human beings thought it is. I guess not, because when we despite being in possession of a brain to decipher the right from wrong, are vulnerable to pessimism and life-threatening errors, a butterfly could apparently disregard the admiration of the humans.
It would still engage in drinking nectar from flowers or sustaining on a plant matter. 

Another brilliant example could be any modern art. A modern art does not give you any interpretation of the artist's vision, rather, it provides you a stretch for an innumerable amount of possible interpretations that the viewers might derive from an art. For me as a viewer, this art is probably giving an interpretation of an image of the razor wire hugely circled at the end while started by rolling one with the another in the beginning, circumscribing two lovers in the middle who float hand in hand in between.

Thus, the basic conclusion I want to derive from these examples is that not everything that seems meaningful to us has a meaning to everyone else around us. Sometimes, when life strikes something deeply attached thing out of our lives, it could lead us to an entirely refreshened panorama that we hadn't contemplated worth considering before.

P.S- Well, I never believed in the stuff I have written above until a long term injury forced me to quit few things I earlier thought were meant for me. Also, it allowed me to raise to an entirely new positive outlook after a long negative desperation.

A Way to Meditate....!!

i want to write,
but what i really don't know,
its just that my heart wrote
its feeling a very long time ago.
well, its been more than a year,
since my heart really expressed,
my feelings, faith, hopes,
dreams and even my distress.
Life, love, desire
and the faith to explore more,
remains spirited with my writings,
with them when i soar.
it boosts my spirits, my faith to go on,
no matter how vague things seem,
no matter how unjust,desolate and hellish thereupon.
writing is like a meditation,
contemplation by my heart,
to the mistakes i have done,
to the opportunities i have lost,
nevertheless, it saves me,
from an impending disaster,
because i see my misgivings,
and start afresh much faster.
life has never been easy, neither to you nor me,
but writing has been my stimulator,
something else could be your strength now
or in a near future would be.
Because we all need a push,
not once but many a times,
life has been unfair,
and it will be until you finally climb!!

what you choose....!!!

An Unforgettable Dream

So easy it was to think what you'll do,
So difficult it becomes when you move towards what you opt and choose,
I rethink of what could be the outcome
If things don't turn out the way i want,
It terrifies me, stops me terribly
But i can't help becoming strong again.
For what it helps if i stop n cry,
Things will never change, never will i fly,
To the dreams i have dreamt,
Places i have built in my heart,
 I keep on moving
No matter how many doors are shut,
I pray to my god ,
To show me how to reach,
Because my life seems nothing when i see it without my dreams...

Ishwar Allah Tero Naam Sabko Sanmati de Bhagwaan

Oh! My almighty god,

What do I see, so much pain in the world

Where you let me and others breathe.

Ages have gone, time has passed,

But what is it that degraded status alas,

Of the humanity, of the man,

Of this world, of the whole human clan,

Kindness renounced for covet,

Greed daggered the poise,

Poor became poorer and rich the richer smiles,

One reduced to victim and other onslaughts to joy,

The pain of one becomes a reason for other to rise.

No matters who dies or who get hurts,

This power to rule blinded men to subvert,

The established faith, the purer norms,

Where altruism won over the wicked and wrong.

Love ruled a man and hate preserved for evil,

Joy happened to virtue and immoral failed.

It’s just an old saying, to the future it does not beholds,

Man dissipated himself and sold his soul.

To treachery and debauchery,

To gyp, dirt and witchery

Present is worse than past,

Does future holds more misery?

Wonder strikes my heart

I fear for man and this land,

Is this the world that you had planned?

Still,

Hope engulfs in my heart,

For a better off humane world,

Where corruption and selfish love,

Surrenders to goodness of this earth.

Thy name is Ishwar, thy name is Allah

No matter how powerful a man is,

He is inferior to your strength Insha'Allah.

Give the man a part of your wisest brain,

To fight this vicious and destructive rage,

Only your power is the mightiest sword,

A sword of virtue and truth,

That preserves this humanity as a precious hoard.

Only you propose love,

To this world as a gift,

We believe in you and your strength,

And hope to get through this rift,

Make us wiser, give us brain,

To fight this evil and be more humane.

Oh! My almighty god,

What do I see, so much pain in the world

Where you let me and others breathe.

Down the Drain......!!

Is it a black path?
Is it me?
Is it just a night?
Or is it really gloomy? Torpid mind, lifeless thinking,
Sensitive, caring heart turned deadpanned,
Feels terribly lost in this bleak world,
My life seems to have bland.
I know, this is just a phase,
Things I have lost would be replaced,
Yet this hideous sensation innerves pain,
Ah!! Is it really pain?
Or is it yet another abrogation of a phase?
Whatever it is, could I please break this sense of taste.
This is pretty much a defeat,
A defeat at my own will,
This fight for grip of words,
Seems to me another Battle of Bunker Hill!!!

A BATTLE WITHIN.......!!!!

Lie for lie's sake.

Have you ever been lied by the person you trusted the most??? A lie that is so irrelevant that it couldn't be digested as something being productive. A lie that couldn't be phrased under 'ek jhuth 100 sach ke barabar if it’s not hurting someone'.  Well if you have lied or been lied to, this is for you.

Why is there a need to lie if you don’t want the concerned person to be hurt? Ok!! So you say you lied because the truth must have hurted me. So do I look very happy to find out the truth now?? Tell me were you inspired by a movie or a serial? It wouldn’t have hurted me if you had slapped the truth on my face than lied for no valid reason. Truth seems to hurt but lie seems to break. Truth makes you cry but a lie breaches you away. Once lied believes forever to be lied. Things don’t change from a lie but relation does. Be it a friendship or a relationship.

Don’t lie just because you think the concerned person would be hurt. You never know that the concerned person could hate the lie more than the reason for lying. Tell the truth, show your real side and if someone still accepts you with your truth, that someone is your best friend. Lie does cover a truth for a certain time but it can’t cover it for the rest of your life. The more you try to suppress the truth down, the more it gathers power to come to the fore. So, what is better now… a truth that hurts or a lie that breaks…..choice is always yours…. Au revoir that’s French for goodbye until I see you again….!!!