Coward Sword

I am destroyed...with no sign of life
By my own... I switched off the brightest light
Away from pain...or any life's dirty game
My land has..its own type of sorrow and blame
Of me being worst..
Not capable of being even the last resort
Drowning in lake..no one to save
The irony is...my hands can't also be waved
As they have been cut...by situation's sword
Which was from both way coward
Attacked from behind
That too when I was blind
And thinking of itself being of biggest mind
Yes they mock...of me being a wall clock
Which runs to its full but being at a place
Which shows other motion, itself being at stay
Hope someone could know my life
Although it has been almost wiped
Still it has few space, to be captured by them
Whom I had often thought of coming for help.

Bottle's Hole

Tears fall...like water from bottle's hole
Till I get empty... From my discarded soul
For there is something...no one has seen
Which turns me down..every time from within
Running from self and hiding from own
That's all what my life has till yet shown
Still waiting for that day..to see a light
And someone crying..."Look..there's the star"
Pointing towards me from a distance
Which one will like...not to be in existence
But my thinking is a myth..
Everyone has told me from within
Being true...being rude... And not leaving even a clue
For my sight to see a hope
And fill that bottle's hole.

Injustice

One day I will be in death's cart
With each part lying apart
From head to toe
Sunk in sand
And the remaining pieces
Somewhere on the land
Waiting for an arm
To put me back
As I was... Few mins back
Oh please dear! Don't ask the reason
My death is because of happiness's vision
Which I had begun to find in me
Knowing that one day... I'll never be.

Rain...Again...

The rain comes again...again and again.. 

But not the situation that once in rain prevailed 

Those hands in mine hands 

And streets with night's light which stands 

As a memento of a moment 

Which increased my endurance 

And in moonlit road 

Two souls became each other's assurance 

Yes I live... Because of this rain 

Because of that hand holding me with fame 

Because of her smile which that day I saw 

And in my heart love's crop which I plough

Yes I live...to relive with her 

This rain which rains like no time before 

Tell this sky...this cloud and this thunder 

I now like it's voice...it's loudness and wonder 

How much can it rain...tell it to do so 

For may be somewhere between 

I could find that moment and be sure 

No longer is my heart...a desert of thorns 

No longer are my eyes...An ocean of storm 

And this world is better than it seems 

Hope it could...my sweetest dream. 

Majestic sea.... [My mumbai tour...yes d recent heavy downpour ;) ]

The waves in their mightiest
So beautiful to see it
Like the uppermost seasonings
Which enhances the taste from within
The waves in its perfection
A privilege to watch
Neither from too close nor too far
The perfect distance lies somewhere apart
From where the quality of sight can be enhanced
Oh what a sight says an artist
A businessman gets an odour of profit
And the one with no profession
Finds something in life to be brought in
Such is the magic of this majestic sea
Everyone has something to see
And the one ignoring its beauty
Will someday regret from within.

Heavy Heart

My discarded disheartened heart
Often which has been torn apart
Still has the power to bear some more
Pain and plight left in your cart
What can it do
Other than being a part
Of this place which has a chart
Full of visions but not of own
And the darkness under the candle shown
From someone who owns a house
Whose name has been given, a lighthouse.

Acceptance

To accept your inability
Isn't so easy
One has to go
Through many uncertainty
For the acceptance is often
Mixed with failure
But acceptance is something
Which is sometimes even out of reach of saviors
Let me put it simply
Then only... you will accept it willingly
Have you ever fallen
While learning to ride?
Did it showed..you aren't right?
Were you discouraged??
Or more determined than before?
In similar way..accepting your inability
Doesn't shows you aren't pure..
It is as if..asking way on a strange road
Which all of us do
Either later or before
But yes..making inability your weakness
Is also not accepting it
Making room for improvement
Is all everyone should be making with
Improving yourself.. Is a line may not help you
But knowing where to improve
Is what will lead you
Through the darkness of days
And commotion of nights
Didn't got the above two?
Then think again for a while
Being calm in merry days
Is not what the life needs
How to be calm when in danger
Is what will heal and peel
Your wounds and covers of thorns
And then you'll be far away
From a place sadness prone
Be courageous
Be bold
Be the one
Who never holds
Hands of anyone to reach the peak
Is what will everyone speak
But I will say
To be what you are
Is it a crime to admit that you are
Not so courageous
Not so bold
But perfect in whatever is your role
You don't like challenges and try to escape
Is all perfect till you are not afraid
From anyone and anything you trace
To be a hurdle... in your way
I too don't like being in a mess
But it doesn't means
That I'm in stress
Be ready to face
Whatever in your fate
If in changing the fate
You aren't great
Many change the situations according to their needs
Many change themselves according to situation's need
What's the difference?
Both are good..
And both are best in whatever they do
Will wait for the day
When this world will stop
To judge everyone
On a similar plot
To be successful
Is not measured 
By the definition what others feel
It's something around that place
Where you wanted yourself to be.

let me be free

I don't wanna compete
And why should I compete?
Is there anyone in this world..who is like me?
Then why should there
Arise the question?
To be or not to be?
Why can't the world accept me
As I am?
Why everyone wants the brightest lamp?
Why everyone wants a topper out of me?
Oh dear... I have something unique
At least you peep..
And see what's there.. on what I should be judged
Not only I.. On everyone it implies
And if on everyone then why don't I
Expectations are inevitable
Everyone has..
But at least don't let them burden my style
I may not be the best
Neither the mightiest nor like the rest
But I am what others are not
Positively different..enough is its not?
To accept me happily without any fear
To be happy with what I am here..
Why you want someone different in me
Or should I say.. Me someone other to be
Think about it and then tell me
If I'm wrong..slaughter me..
And if not..hear my plea
Let me what I am..
Don't reap your ambitious tree
With the soil of my desires' grave
And water of my eyes
Let a flower; though small; be blossom
Which doesn't have any pain and plight
Don't take my words for not to guide
Without any guide.. I may commit crime
Waiting for a day to enjoy the pressure
Forgetting about results.. Working to be better
Hope this hope not to be a hoping against hope
And the greenery of world not to be followed with drought.

Let the Known be Unknown

Let me be unknown
With the thing so known
So that I may.. Lay apart someday
And think about the thing..
I shouldn't have known
Or shall I say.. It shouldn't have born
For the thing to be forgotten
It needs its occurrence
As the courage to be seen
Dangers are necessary to begin
Its the fate of the flower to be plugged off
But this also requires its blossoming off
Who would here like to find in me
The untold behavior..path & my destiny
The hands which moulds the clay into a pot
Spends day and night for the uniqueness to be brought
Does he repents when the pot is broken?
Or throws it to a path untrodden?
Or doesn't cares what happened to it
And again gets to work
For a new job to begin?
Or he tries to join the pot broken?
Or in some corner he tries it to be forgotten?
The answer I know lies with the hands
Which differs from man to man
But let me say one thing my dear..
The pot is just an example
You and I and everyone know
Those hands would find this news
Too hard to bear.

You Your Hope

Shade of light in darkness seen
And that too just of own soul's being
Knowing not wat happened in between
That it turned too foul to be even darkness in me
Anger and grief were set in me
Like the mountains having trees all over green
And the water less cloud; what was I
Trying to hide the sun behind me
Knowing not what happened
Unknown with what to do
I had turned into a ray less sun
Weird but was true
Then someone, like the song of nightingale
Came into my coarse sphere
And soon I realised
This world is a stage mere
To arrive, to strive and survive
One has to fight, fight & fight
From the world & the crowd
And from inner soul
Uselessly proud
One has to stand in line & smile
And go on smiling miles amd miles
Then comes a point too hard to reach
But then easy doesn't seems to be
Some call it success, few name it goal
But you know.. I think it's just your role
For which you are sent on this world's stage
And given strength to pull your sleigh
What can make you great
Is what you are
Oh please dear!! Don't look too far
Just peep inside that cranky door
Where it is??
Aahh.. That's only what is to be explored
Start at least, the journey mysterious
And believe in you by being sincere than serious.

New Year...???

Is this the start?
For which we all starved?
What's the change??
Except the calendar's date?
What you had thought?
The world to be more soft?!!
Just because the date moved a year ahead?!!
I'm waiting for a change
Not just in the month's name
But in the mindset of those
Shameless fellows poorer than the dogs
Who roam on the streets to eat the humanity
Women safety to be a question
In a world where every boy comes from women's womb!!!
Is there any more reason needed to justify
That the sins they commit should not be indemnified?
But still the morons think of themself as saviours
Just by saying they we will build a life
Full of protection and humanity
In my view everyone should be made crawl
Who promises and forgets their roles
Give them a slap on every mishap
And then the change
Will take place..not just on date or month or year
But on the world..on people..on life's sphere
Waiting for the thing
Impossible which seems
But then..the possible one's
Doesn't needs wait to be redeemed.