Don't change just be the same.....

On a sunday morning , christ knows what made a nerd like me wake up so early!!!

As i peeped out of the window , i could feel the fresh air blowing my hair , i could neither see the sun nor the rays it was just the light ; the tress looked mesmerizing with the dew drops as they could ever be....

Noticing the scenic beauty, there was a flood of thoughts that made me ponder. When the things are new they always look beautiful and full of hope, a new morning , a new born baby , a new car , a new wife.....

But when they achieve a stability , why do we tend to change them . Things we like in the beginning we often unknowingly change them as those things are no more an apple in your eyes for which you were in love with the respective.

this actually made me think that nothing in this world is actually yours , you live all your life for the people around you making them happy as their happiness tend to make you happy , even when you forget what makes you happy....

The life discreets in explaining and justifying yourself that you ain't here for a thee but still the things do not change then why does the morning changes??

Why can't it remain with its watery dew??

As the sun raised arriving with its rays melting the dew drops there was just a sigh that made me cry

DON'T CHANGE JUST BE THE SAME!!!

Trails

When life plays it stays

Does not move ahead

Ask for a prey

When life mends it sends

A weird message

To move ahead

It’s good to be unknown

Knowing the facts would be shown

Making you frown

And live in dawn

When life gives you a trail

Think up for a while

Will it give you a smile

With all the rage and darkness beneath

Still , it wants you to live

And make you breath

Dunno why it gives you a trail

When it knows you ain’t in the mile

OLD AGE - a curse or a gift

Not much time has passed when this incident actually occured with me . I was at the railway station waiting for my train to arrive as i was alone after taking a glimpse with the activities happening on the railway station like that family who had small kids and bigger luggages..it seemed as if they were actually not going for a vacation rather getting themselves settled at the respective place!!! the girl whose eyes were wet as she had come to see off someone really special , these mingled expressions of people made me feel the depth of each expression ; curiously as i was trying to get lost in the novel that i was carrying and i suddenly heard a cry..he was a lean man in his late 70's , a young man in his early 30's was thrashing and throttling him . The most disappointing part in all the chaos that was occuring was nobody in the crowd even bothered to look up to the old age.

The police was gazing as if it was a laughter challenge show, the crowd so was numb as if they had lost all their senses to feel and see !!! in this modernized world all of us aim to achieve heights , in this race of mankind why do we forget the people who have made us capable enough to make our decisions..i can'y understand the feel , the touch , the soul that used to talk is somewhere dumped or we dumped it on our own..how can we forget the shoulders that made us see the world...seems like in this race of getting ahead we have left all are feeling n expressions behind...the pomp and show has led into something that we are not....even after an year when i close my eyes i still see the pain in his eyes , the pity on his face..may be i can never forgive myself as i was also one of the poeple who was just ogling and doing nothing...may god bless that oldie and curse the one's who ever hurt him!!!

May Be I Was Wrong

May be I was wrong

To have taken it on my own

May be I couldn’t sense

The feel that was meant

Rugged on the path all alone

Facing the disguised truth so unknown

Waiting for a single ray of hope

To beckon the light and endream darkness

May be I was wrong…

While facing the realities

That whispered an intruned beat in my ear.

Shocking the fears ‘n’ loosing the tears

Still…

Waiting for the eleventh hour

That would tread me on its par

To wipe my single drop of tear

And make me talk my own hear.

I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself

What I was and what I am

Am I me? Or am I myself?

Tough to guess and hard to answer

Do think for a while and make the gesture

To make me feel with pleasure

I want to be like the stars to shine forever…

I want to be like the flowers to bloom forever…

I want to be like a dew to feel forever…

I want to be like a tear to touch the soul…

And make the heart filled with hopes

Hopes of care

Hopes of touch

Hopes of immense love

Love that shines

Love that blooms

Love that feels

Love that touches a soul.

I…

I hear sounds when I am asleep

I wear smiles when I am distressed

I…

Making the world to be mine

Chasing the dreams to fly

Hating the hatred

Loving the love

I…

In a race to venture

The world

The people

And ‘ME’

I…

Am not ‘ME’

People aren’t people

Lives aren’t lives

Tears aren’t tears

Smiles aren’t smiles

These are obstructions

These are fake…

The world itself is fake

The truth and the whole truth

And nothing but the truth

Is…

‘ME’, ‘I’ and ‘YOU’

THE WORLD

I look around for a world

That sounds like me

Pure at heart , emancipated for love dying for a sea….

Dying for a sea…..

But , I gaze around

And see a world

That has no word

Hypocrated by personalities

Faked by faces

Chocked by races

Again , I look around and see…..

A world that is not me…

Questioning my existence

Why am I here for a thee???

Take my soul

Snatch my breathe

For the reason as a whole

To change the world

And make it my own

Pure at heart , emancipated by love

As profound as the sea…..

As profound as the sea……

Faces of me

My eyes were still closed

For the time that posed

My lips were still num

For the tears that sung

Faces of me…..

Happy from outside

But deep down inside

Lies a world

That speaks millions of words

That shines and reveals

A story inside me

Subdued by love

Decieted by happiness

Looking for a new world

That would take me for a new turl…..

The River

That river still flows

On its way at the glows

That river still shines

Making its path that rhymes

That river still speaks

Words of the mountains and peaks

That river…

She tells the story

Of the victory and the glory

The pain and the pinches

The rivals and the bloodsheds

The lordships and the hatred

Misted away in mindless games

Rusted to stay in soundless crowd

The crowd that made no sound

Still gave me reasons to be profound

Just to be profound.