I'm Coming Home

Human are the most vulnerable creatures of society, physically as well as emotionally. They are more of a safety seeking but not facing forces type animals. Well, most of the animals in fact at some extent all the existing mammals are of those type, they seek for protection. And the only place where one can find unconditional peace, somewhere one can actually feel like home is, "HOME" itself.

This melody below is nothing but a story or a routine day of a mammal that usually squeaks, to be more precise a mouse. Who does everything he loves, and needs to when he's in the outer world but gets its feel of security when it gets "home" 

SQUEAKING DELIGHT

Speaking's too heavy may be that's why thou squeak,

Keeping you heads steady no where thou lead,

Hiding behind the things all around,

Thou struggle a lot to avoid that sound

thou carve, when you run to surround,

Walking's not what what you really know,

Your pace is in your pockets,

With your buttocks on the belt,

But when nothing works well,

You ought to crock it.

However, It proves to be of no help.

Those stiff and stubborn hairs all the way,

From your squeezing little nose,

To those tiny little feet,

Thou smell like cheese as what the say,

Your tails's pointing them,

you're in a bit haste

But you're out of that dope,

Thou have no time to waste.

Peeping from behind, of a sugar coated Mallow,

Thou took your bite and no time to swallow,

The belly beneath when touched the floor,

Thou ran away from the next door,

To a place where peace resides in the walls,

And the fear of death never walk through the hall,

  May be it's not too large where one can fit,

But the most safest place ever for thou, 

" a pit"

Rhythmic Harmony

NOCTURNE

The sound of silence was on its peak

The night was on fire, & the moon was weak

Air blew with a soft touch, but hard and slow

The sky was dark but with a grayish glow,

The king of night was dim, pale white,

His treasure was lost & faded behind,

Those immense warriors of rain have again, won the fight

The trees were sad, & their leaves were down,

Their shining pearl was ready to touch the clumsy ground,

For a moment, everything took rest

The sky lost all what he had,

Those pebbles and pearls

Were the sign of a holy zest

Because the huge hearted, the almighty, the king,

Was throwing pebbles on the wall,

And with that came those showers and rains,

The sound of silence, was just lost in wane.

A Ballad bit broad

As the title depicts, one can gain, achieve, pull a lot from the literature below. It is basically a combination of some clacky words striking a short, sort of story about how life changes. The way we change our priorities being a baby, a young man to the grey's of life.

I have tried to frame a short poetry on various complications, disputes, relationships and everything one can link to this poetry, by using three ages of human life,

* The Immatures - In this phase like a baby we are heedless and insensitive to everything. Things go around, the way they are supposed to and it never matter us.

* The Matures and self dependents - At this stage we are mature and sensible enough to deal with things going around. we acquire the power to blame either ourselves or others for the sins they commit and become the emperor of our own destinies. This is the stage where we decide where 
"A THING" whether its a complication a problem actually a human being or a relationship will lead towards.


* The Oldies - The final stage of our journey which is almost similar to the one from where we started. we are sensible enough to understand but insensitive to show that we are aware of everything around but weak enough to change, have ended writing our destinies and now waiting for the destiny to end us.

Har Daur Ko Jeeta

Ek meethi muskan ka pyala,

Ankhiyon ki chamak to aisi hai,

Jaise ho koi khel nirala,

karmon ka na moh hai mana,

Na paap punya ka bhed hai jana,

Jis or b apne mann ko modda,

Uss disha k har deepak ko thama,

Har bandhan har rishte ko todda,

Na jaane kakse kabtak khudse

 khudki ye ladai hai,

Aur issi tarah kuch yun kisine

ek ruansi bhare chehre ko,

nindiya ki chaaddar uddayi hai

Par khwabon k sahare na jeewan hai chalta,

Dheeme dheeme samay ki dhara k sang behta,

har din har roz ye suraj dhalta

Paaon mein apne zor hai aya,

Vo Din dhala to kya,

Ek nayi bhor hai laya,

Chalte chalte din hai beete,

Aagya ek daur naya,

Ab uss Karmon k moh ko apna maan lia hai,

Kya Sikhayga koi hume ye duniya ki reet,

Humne apne pairon pe chalna jo jaan lia hai,

Samay ka phiya badda vo aage,

Sath uske hum bhi bhagge,

Paap punya ka lekha jokha

Sath lekar soye aur ath lekar jaage.

Thakk k choor na jane kyun,

Ab chalne ki icha na hoti,

Chahte to hai aage baddne,

Par beh-beh jaate ankhon k moti,

Karm jo karna tha,

Ho gye vo poore,

Ab unka moh hai tyag diya,

lekhe jokhon ki baat purani,

Reh gye hai ab vo adhoore,

Ankhen moond lene ka rehta hai mann,

Na shor ho, na ho koi aasha,

karna chahte jab hum annt ka naman.

Sach keh gya vo kavi purana

Baat ye uski gaanth lagana,

Annt tera shuruwat meri hai,

hun dono hai jeewan sathi,

Phir kyun sabki ankhen yun bhari hai,

Jab bhujj hi gayi mere dil ki baati.