Monday, 30 December 2013

Burning cliffs

"Words left unsaid goes unheard"

 At times, We have a lot to say, a lot to explain, but words, they betray you. When a random selection of words becomes your introduction, and all what you speak was just an irony for your thoughts. When Sarcasm hides the actual meaning of your letters, and all what you mean was all what you actually said.
"Dude, you are breaking the rules"
Sometimes, somethings seems so unnecessary to even pay a heed upon, You rise you fall down, you laugh to yourself and get back up again. You hold every emotion, every sort of complications and falling within yourself. And soon, a time comes when all sort of those miscarriages get more than you can bear, And when you loose all sort of patience you had and that's the time when you rise again.


He's volcano



Rising and falling he went too high,
Unknown and unaware of the untold stories,
Smiling too hard he forgot to cry,
Laughing and chanting he had no worries,
( No worries...Haha)
So smooth and calm,
Despite of a bundle of milestones,
His life was dusk and his eyes were dawn,
His head too high,
To the horizon it rose,
Staring at him the night felt rough,
She wanted to, but couldn't escape
His looks were tough.

Like a glimpse of divine in the darkest hour,
He seemed too high like a drowning ship,
Life from his arms was slipping away,
He went deep down like a mind hunting freak,
He found those devils, those beasts he beard,
Deep down in his throat his own words travelled,
Boiling and bubbling was a big bright heart,
It had a lot, a lot to give,
But was bounded to keep his tongue short,
A box of lies with a bundle of truths,
Those letters with love and a pact beneath,
To never open up his heart, the way he feels,
He had nothing much to be proud of,
But those letters of liberty and a pact of chivalry.

A day dim bright was not too good,
He was getting insane,
No one knew the reason behind,
May be it was his heart, which couldn't reach up-to his mind,
The day turned dark, a pact was broken,
Silence to sympathy, loyalty to liberty,
He was turned upside down,
(He erupted)
And threw thing far, far where no one can see,
As soon as the day turned to night,
he was dispersed, and went out of sight
He's a Volcano, and "Volcano Eruption"
That's what he's known for,
But all what no one knew is,
Every time he erupts he fell down to his knees,
And every time he fells, he know he's gonna rise again,
Because,
Rising and falling, he goes too high,
Rising and falling, he lives he die.



Monday, 16 December 2013

Wanna be Happy, Oh yeah!! Lets be buoyant

Being a typical wanna be poet is not that easy as it seems to be, i.e. your entire work, your entire creation revolves around sun, moon, stars, rains and the rest. May be sometimes it becomes quite challenging for readers to go with the flow or to carry the patience till the end. Well! my most of the poetry stuffs is stocked of such thing. So, the one right below is not something from different race but something which had all of it. Because all what I've cultured from my life till now is that,
"Elegance of nature of worth admiring. "

So, here it is. a poetry which will allow you to flow along with it, which can make you feel that may be its misty, everywhere there's intense darkness lets pick a candle up. may you can't get everything the way you need them to be, but lets just accept what all we have, lets just accept the fact we'll have them someday better than the way they are today,and lets "Hope" that someday or the other things will fall into the places they are supposed to be.




Kuch Yuhin Seekh Liya


Kuch yun alvida keh gya humse ye sawan,
Ki uss dheemi khushbu ka intezaar mann mein hi reh gaya,
Kuch yun doob gaya ye suraj ki asmaan ko laali,
Aur ek sehmi si saanjh de gya,
Sawan ki raaton ka maza kuch aur hi hota,
Par iss bairi umar ka takaza ho pata,
Uske pehle hi iss sawan ka jhonka humari saari jawani le gaya,
Yun to raat ki tarah iss raat bhi,
Humare diye tale hi andhera hai,
Par iss akhri deepak k tale hi to humara basera hai,
Ankhon mein ummedon k taare jagmate reh jaate hai,
Aur hum har roz ki tarah yuhin muskurate hue so jate hai,
Humare to sapno ka rannk bhi apni hi ek duniya ka raja hai,
Unn sitaron se timtimati raat mein, 
Har roz ek nayi kahani sunata hai,
Raub to inka itna hai jaise hum iske sewak aur yehi humare khwaja hain.



A iss raat ki farmaish pe sawera kuch yun hojata,
Ki uss taron ki duniya ko ankhen khol k bhi ye mann bhool na pata,
Iss mann ki awaaz ko chilla-chilla kar ye baddbola har roz kehta,
Ek Ullas ki leher har pal zehen mein dodd kar dil ko choo jati,
Kuch yun ek anjaan ummang na jaane har pal hassti, gaati, khilkhilati,
ki usko dekh hum jhoom se uthte,
Kuch yun sapno ki duniya ko jeena ek junoon bann jata,
Ki humara har andaaz, har ikraar, uss ankahi khwaish ki gawahi dene lagta.

Par taaronka to kaam hi hai timtimana,
Kabhi jagmagana kuch yun,
Kuch yun ki kuch dikh hi na paye,
Kbhi kuch yun kho jana ki koi unhe dhundh bhi na paaye,
Aur ek din yuhin timtimate, jagmagate, har tara, ye har sapna toot jata hai,
Uss jhilmilati duniya ki khwahish adhoori reh jati,
Uss ummeed ki aakhri kiran iss sanjh k sath hi doob jati

Na jane kyun phir  baar-baar k tees ki tarah,
Vo dard uthne ki koshish karta,
Par yahin humari saari chaturayi iss dil ko dhool dikhati,
Jab har sitare ne humse apna muu modd lia,
Shayad tbhi humne iss subah k sulagte sartaaj se apna mann jodd liya,
Halaki yun sulgane ka dard unn gumnaam sitaron ki yadon se kam na tha,
Par kuch yun ek chalak mahashay humko keh gye ki,
Jinn sitaron ki tim tim tmhare naino ko jagmagati hai,
Ab unki vahi roshni tmhe har roz jagati hai,
Aur Phir kya,
Koi khud ko manana humse seekhe,
Jalte hue bhi jagmagana koi humse seekhe,
Ummeed to ye bhi nahi ki kal ka din hoga,
Par phir bhi Naye podhe lagana koi humse seekhe.


Sunday, 1 December 2013

A Descant of Calmness

At times life gets so messed and so muffled that you find yourself in disgust, at times you curse yourself for being wherever you are and whatever  you are doing. At that moment all you need to do is, take a deep breath and feel the silence. Soon, you'll find that a person within you who wants to laugh, dance, who says, "Dude, common you can't quit, you need to fight we'll face everything together." When life bungles itself between truth and happiness, dreams and reality, relations and academics, love and trust, the only way to choose the write one is to self introspect oneself and search for what do you want, what do you need at that instant of time and the person deep inside you will help you get through it.

The composition below is nothing but a short and a bit typical experience of  facing that inner voice which was always right but all what he lacked was the courage to accept the reality. So, like an elementary human being he kept those dreams in fact those fantasies which never existed, and to convince himself he cursed everything he had and happened around for not allowing him to get what he wanted. His desperation took him too far and when everything he did screwed him up he was all alone and silence was ruling him over he found that, all what he had is a quartet of tears in his eyes and that voice which was always screaming from behind but he never paid a heed upon it, he felt the aura of that voice that inner soul, the soul he was, the soul he had within himself and that soul which was always RIGHT.



A Talk of Peace



Standing on the verge, hopes in mind
Searching a reason for being here,
For what he tried, and this what he had,
Everywhere its drab, and a dark harsh glare
A broken dream & a Person too lost,
In the midst of his ambitions,
he never accepted the gloss

With his dreams on fire,
he never looked down,
but, when came back to reality ,
he found himself in wane,
He was good for nothing,
he felt down and ashamed,

He felt he has got nothing but bundles of broken dreams,
but there was no one to console that's what it seems,
over an age he was chasing something that never existed
in the glimpse of of past his memory rested,

a heartbreaking silence took everything over,
his soul and his mind came a bit closer,
silence of words got lost somewhere
a dim, sweet and a dominant voice made him aware,

he learned, she taught
he slept, she slapped
he tried, she provoked,
he agitated, she motivated
and soon started an allocutions,
with harmony and conciliation,

An hour or so when his tears, dried on his face,
his eyes enlightened with an almighty grace
 he learned to live,
to thank to be thankful,
to be forgiven to forgive,
to live with traits,
and to love with no regrets,
To love bad times for what they gave,
To admire moments for the fact they came,

He felt too light, he found someone
his eyes got bright, he had it all
He got new thoughts to live and let,
his aura enhanced with a divine glow
his ambiance smoothened in a flow,

That voice inside can be your heart, your conscience or your soul
but mind it, at every point of time it will make you whole,
and whatever the situation can turn to
And i'm  not faking, just take my words
A talk of peace can make your world.