CONFUSED

Sometimes I feel so lonely

And wish, there would be someone who will love me only.

The pain shows up here and again

Pouring continuously on me like an acid rain.

What the hell am I doing here??

It’s like a body whose soul is lost somewhere.

Failure after failure

That’s my breathing air.

Craving for some peace that I can’t find anywhere

Is this my luck or just me?

Who just messes everything around while the whole world see.

I don’t pay a penny to the people talking around

They are nothing but the real life hell hounds.

Why can’t they mind their own business??

And just for a second let me enjoy my emptiness.

Well, now I know the secret

The world is nothing but just like a fishing net.

We all are so trapped into it

That we have lost the path that will lead us away from it.

THE LONELY MOUNTAINS

The lonely mountains

The lonely mountains are standing there,

Looking for some help everywhere,

But still it finds an empty land,

With all lost cattle,

And storms of sand.

The greenery that once it hold,

Has got theft and never being told,

But still it holds his fallen hope,

With cloudless sky,

And a hanging rope.

He thinks if he should grab it or not,

As the place where he lives is scorching hot.

But he sees some good in living there,

That he may find a friend

Running out to him from nowhere.

He sleeps at the same place for days so long,

Searching for his forgotten song.

He used to sing it every day,

As it makes him think of his maiden

Whom he hopes to see sitting at his bay.

Finally his patience breaks

And the ground shook with every step he takes.

When he hear its crying voice,

He holds his ground

As he has got no choice.

He thinks of what this wellness means,

When he stands alone with dried up streams.

And thus he threw away all his hopes,

So that the world may live

As he just stared at the hanging rope.

The lonely mountains are still there,

With all the indignities that he bear.

It is you who must tell whether it is right or wrong,

As you have made him to leave his world,

Which is the real place where he belong.

Show some self-respect that you may have,

Or I think that it is all lost due to the way you behave.

If someday he takes the final decision

You will stand just alone,

With all useless ammunition.

The lonely mountains means a lot,

It reminds the world, the sacrifices it got.

A day will come when you will stand in his shoes,

Only then you can see

How hard it is when it comes to choose.

THE WARRIOR

We all dream of becoming someone on whom the whole world will look at, in other words we want to be a healthy example for others so that they can tread the same path that we lead to attain success, but, have you ever wondered what it really requires and what one has to go through to attain such position.

THE DAYS WILL COME

AND THE DAYS WILL GO.

THE TALES OF YOURS HAVE BEEN TOLD,

LONG AGO.

THE TIME IS NOW,

WHEN THE PATH IS LAID.

IT IS YOU WHO HAS TO LEAD 

AS THE PAST IS DEAD.

RELIVE YOUR DAYS

WITH FULL GLORY AND ALL SORTS OF PRAISE.

THE NAME OF YOURS WILL BE CARVED ON STONES,

BY OUR ELDERLY TALES.

THE NIGHT HAS COME

AND YOU HAVE TO MAKE US THROUGH.

ALTHOUGH THE WOLVES' HOWLING HAS BEGUN,

WITH FACES GOING BLUE.

BUT,

REMEMBER,

EVEN A SMALL FIRE IS ENOUGH,

TO MAKE THE DARKNESS WITHDREW.

THE ERAS ARE ALL SAME

WITH DIFFERENCE IN THE KINDS OF VILLAIN.

BUT,

THERE IS A WARRIOR WHO HAS THE COURAGE

TO GO OVER ALL HIS PAINS.

HE KNOWS NO LOVE FOR LIFE

OR FEAR OF DEATH

AND CAN EVEN STAND A LONE BATTLE 

TILL HIS LAST BREATH.

HE ATTAINS THE UTMOST GLORY

AND THAT IS A VIEW.

THE CHOICE IS YOURS 

TO ATTAIN IT WITH A BLADE,

EVEN IN THE DARKEST SHADE.

OR WITH A FIRM INK ON A PAGE,

WHICH NEVER ASKS THE QUESTION-

'WHAT IS YOUR AGE?' 

WHEN YOU ARE ALL ALONE

There are moments in my lives when I am all alone and really want someone to talk with, someone who can understand me, someone who can look through me, but, that is not always possible. Infact, the above description is becoming more and more a fantasy kind of thing in today's world. So, here is a place where I find myself supported by numerous trustworthy friends.

When you are all alone,

And no one else is there to talk with,

See the words floating in the air.

It is you who hold the liberty to pick

The heavy air will become light,

Carrying away the solitude of emptiness with it.

But,

Be aware of using them properly

As they are just like empty boxes

Which are nothing without the essence of feelings in it.

Great are the men who master this skill,

They are just like demigods

Who can blow away the loneliness,

At their own will.

So feel its presence

And throw away all your menace.

Then a time will come

When you will carry no penance

And in this puzzled world

You will ultimately find your hidden presence.

WHAT DO I REALLY WANT

Have you ever asked yourself a simple question that what you really want? I am quite sure that although it sounds a very simple question but when it comes to answering it one understands its true gravity? Talking of myself, even I had a similar notion about it. It all changed when I just sat quietly, gave my mind a little rest and started typing what naturally came to me.

The first stage of my mind when I am asking myself this question now, I want her to be with me for my entire life and even afterwards with sweet, wonderful and lovely feeling always flowing between us. Then all of a sudden another point came to me. What should I need to fulfill my desires or to live the life I want to live with her? Well, definitely I should me monetarily in a strong position so that my family would never face any like starvation or when we find it difficult to maintain a respectable and accomplished position in the society.

Now that is enough. You know what I did know? I just came from one room to another. Why? Because my friends were playing fifa 13 and making a hell of a noise and I needed silence to let my feelings flow freely. So, I just came to a second conclusion. At that moment what I needed was silence. Cool, calmness, silence and peace is what I need now to make me flow over this torrential feelings of mine.

I just used a word torrential. But do you know why I really used this word. Not because I have a fine vocabulary but I am trying to take it to a whole new level so that what I am writing could look more mature and meaningful so that if I ever go to a publisher to publish my works, I may not be rejected.

When I was I child, infact even now also, I want to be a cricketer. A good one. I have always wanted to play for Indian cricket team but couldn't get my chances.

Now when I am giving a look to what I have written till now I am finding a variety of desires floating across my mind. But atleast I am happy that it hasn't got stagnant.

So what I basically need is a peace of mind and soul, although I don’t actually know what soul really is.

I even planned to go for a trip of Himachal Pradesh so that I can feel and find myself. See what I really want in this whole world full of craziness and peculiarities and disturbances. I want to be among the mountains living my freedom and foremost experiencing what it really is. I just want to write myself and find the real reason of my existence. I really want to find it. What I am really meant to do???

But I think I am in love also. What can I do about it?? I mean that I can’t reach her, nor contact her, no phone no. email id, fb account and anything like that.

So I am really confused about all of this but what I really want is to be with her.

That is all that I want to say at present. Rest I leave it on you. What I mean to say that you can atleast get a general idea off the state of mind we all are having. The basic characteristic is same what is different is just some sub topics.

THE DAYS YOU WANNA REMEMBER

There are days in life when you remember the good old days and even in the utter darkness a slight smile appears on our face from nowhere. You remember your friends who accompanied in all the shit you created back in the school, when you remember your best childhood friend with whom you have grown up.

Before I came here, in Himachal Pradesh I considered my old school and city full of stupidity and nonsense, but now when I am here I miss that place so dearly. I remember the galleries, the ground, the assembly stage and ofcourse my teachers, some utterly stupid and some extraordinarily frank, understanding and genius. 

Back there I found my school and city full of stupidity

But now when I am here I miss the place so dearly.

Despite of all its cut offs and heat waves

Today I still miss the place.

I love the small ground where we played,

I miss the green lawn where I laid.

With foggy winters

and sweaty summers,

the guava tree

and the sweet buzzing of a cute little bee.  

what could have happened if I was there

the days would be different

I think I couldn't be here.