Sunday, June 26, 2011

I sit alone...i think...i ponder

Just a few minutes ago
There was so much noise!
Children running,
Adults laughing,
Teenagers singing.
But none of this made any difference to me…
I sat alone…
I prefer it like that.
It gives me a chance to ponder
A chance to let loose.
My mind wanders,
It’s like a trance –
A trance of contentment.
A trance of happiness.
Though I’ve felt it many times
It feels fresh every time.
The moments are like fresh air,
New life; electric charges.
I don’t respond to people’s questions.
I answer only to my thoughts,
My  imagination.
Most people don’t understand it.
To them it feels strange.
But a few do…
I understand their emotions.
We’re in a different level of existence.
You cannot learn it.
You cannot teach it.
You can only feel it-experience it-embrace it.
The time you spend with yourself,
It cannot be measured in minutes, seconds or hours.
It cannot be told in the form of poems or stories.
It cannot be expressed in words or actions.
The time spent with yourself…
Sometimes even you don’t understand it!
So, I sit alone,
To try to understand this outburst of emotion-
I am loud and silent.
Awake and asleep.
Tired and energetic…
All at the same time.
But I try most-to be at all times-
AWARE!
So, I sit alone…I think…I ponder!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

FOR THE VICTIMS OF 26/11

This is for the victims and family of 26/11….
I was in Mumbai when the incident took place…
I saw the Oberoi burning…I heard the screams of the helpless citizens!!!
What I cannot believe is that Ajmal Kasab is still being spared!!!
He has already celebrated TWO birthdays in a country where he is not welcome!!
He has confessed to his crimes…he has asked to be punished!!!!
WHAT MORE DOES THE INDIAN GOVERNMENT NEED??!!
In my frustration…I jotted down these few lines….
It gave me peace for a few moments..i hope it does the same for you…

Wounds haven’t healed and cries haven’t faded
For terror cannot be forgiven or forgotten.
Rise with hope, say a silent prayer…
With faith that faith will prevail…
For the power of love shall conquer the love for power!!!

LOOK INTO YOURSELF

Look back no longer into the memories of the past…
They will, over your dreams, shadows cast!
What has been done is done!
You cannot change who has lost and who has won!

Look into the future no longer…
You will grow no stronger!
You cannot decide what is to happen…
You can only, your present, captain!

Set sail into the seas of self introspection!
Aim for the stars with hardwork and perfection!
Let no person or event slow you down…
Reach the target to which you are bound!

Who knows what you will see when you get there…
It could be as complex as the universe or as simple as a square!
The results could differ from your initial interpretation
They could be completely different or just dissimilar in presentation.

Look into yourself and you will see…
What you were, what you are and what you can be!!!!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Road

Walk down that road...
the road of the free spirited.
And you'll realise what you've missed!

you'll begin to think,
what if i hadn't taken the easy way out?
what if i had the courage to question decisions?
what if my soul didn't feel as empty?

being overcome by dread and despair...
are signs of the weak hearted.
stand up to the wrongs of the world,
stand up for the ones who can't.

the easy way out..
its not as easy as it looks...
the truths of life, the hardships of courage...
the difference between what you ought to do and what you should do!

the road of the free spirited teaches us a lot.
it gives us the ability to judge people...
it shows us the hidden tricks!
it gives us the wisdom to laugh at ourselves in the most dire situations!!

walk down that road...
the road of the free spirited.
And you'll know what you've missed!


Thursday, December 9, 2010

NO. 58964

The night was black, but for the twinkling stars.
A bearded man sat behind iron bars.
Alone and solitary he wrote in a book,
Because of the cold, he violently shook.

His eyes were baggy, for lack of sleep.
His heart felt like, off a mountain to leap!
His life was sad, his morale low…
His days were draggy, his nights slow.

Striking off the days on his wall.
He wondered whether, he once again, could hear her call.
Her face appeared in his mind.
He thought of her touch – gentle and kind.

He remembered why he was here.
The incident in his mind was crystal clear.
That day they had an argument.
He was in the prison cell the next moment.

He had killed her, the one with the gentle touch,
He now understood her worth, he missed her so much!
At the crack of dawn he made a decision.
He went through his plan with great precision.

The alarm in the jail was heard with a twist.
No. 58964 had slit his wrist!!!

THE COUNT'S DAUGHTER

Long, long ago child was born.
In times when families were poor and weak,
His clothes were tattered and torn,
The child’s future looked bleak.

He grew up to be a man of good morals.
But alas! Very little education.
He kept himself away from all petty quarrels,
He believed in the power of cooperation.

He was kind, expressive and handsome.
He was every girl’s bream boy.
However he was always lonesome,
Carving, while grazing cattle, pretty toys.

Then a count came to the village with his daughter.
From far and wide men came,
Poor people he would slaughter.
But his daughter…as kind as could be a dame.

He saw her and fell in love.
No barriers could stop him.
His love was as pure as a white dove,
Nothing could make his love dim!

They would see each other every day.
Twittering and chatting to each other.
Not wanting to go away
Without a care or bother.

But one day everything changed!
The count came and took the dame away.
The man’s heart was torn and couldn’t be bandaged.
He couldn’t keep her thoughts at bay.

Then one day, of her came news.
It was heartbreaking for him to hear,
That she was wearing her wedding shoes,
And her wedding gown, she was to wear!

He thought, “How could she do this to him?”
After all the time they spent!
Why did she undergo such a whim?
He had to her, his heart lent!

Now there was a void in his chest.
It was as empty as could be.
He thought only one thing to do best.
The best solution he could see!

He rode like a knight to her palace.
To whisk her away, off her feet.
He thought of her in her gown made of white lace,
And felt his heart skip a beat!

He ran straight to her room!!
Excited to see her pretty face.
But alas! He saw only doom…
She was lying on the cold floor, blood smeared on her lace…