Friday, 28 October 2016

One Day

Thousands of laurels with hundreds of appraisals
Yes, you earned a million of applause
But at last, it was one day that mattered
One day that had all the cause
One day you couldn’t live up to expectations
And one day that shattered all your walls

With days in and nights out
All you had is to reach the goal
With sweats on ground making rivers
You made your dynasty by joining each step you crawled
You fought with the winds
You never committed any sin
You gave all you had
To have that win
You made the thunders roar
You taught the storms to blow
You made the sea realize its depth
You healed the mountains
And never slept
All you did was moving on
Making every heart your own
Thousands of laurels with hundreds of appraisals
Yes, you earned a million of applause
But at last, it was one day that mattered
One day that had all the cause
One day you couldn’t live up to expectations
And one day that shattered all your walls

You never learnt to leave them
You never ever deceived them
You never threw the thorns they awarded
You never declined the flowers they demanded
You never let your wrath abuse them
You never made the situations accuse them
You never let their sun to set
You never allowed any attacks on them to hit
All you did was protecting them
As you considered them your own
Thousands of laurels with hundreds of appraisals
Yes, you earned a million of applause
But at last, it was one day that mattered
One day that had all the cause
One day you couldn’t live up to expectations

And one day that shattered all your walls.

Monday, 17 October 2016

A Lot to Say

The mistakes I have done
The journey I once begun
The stories I wrote but never went through
The anxieties I carried along with my emotions' crew
The unplanned planted trees which grew
The dreams which without wings flew
I have a lot to tell, a lot to say
Just need a juncture and someone to stay
My first tear, my first beer
My first exam which I never cleared
My first walk, beneath the moon along the winds
My first run, through the difficulties to the victory spin
My first, in many things in many way
I have a lot to tell, a lot to say
Just need a juncture and someone to stay
The dust I have seen upon my works
Laid over like a useless bulky stock
The darkness caused by the light I invented
Even after the hard works
By whose heat, the iron could have melted
With all my architectures turning into a wet clay
I have a lot to tell, a lot to say
Just need a juncture and someone to stay
Like the sun which burns on its own fire
Like the stars which never change its glittering attire
Like the warriors who pledge not to loose
I stood again with even stronger roots
I re-established my name
I once again gathered all the fame
I turned ashes into fire
I made woods from the burned pyres
Impossible things possible made
Even then I am lonely and strayed
Still my life is like an empty tray
A lot to tell, a lot to say
Just need a juncture and someone to stay

Thursday, 15 September 2016

LIFE

I was stabbed by my own sword
The sword on which I relied my whole life
Teared me apart from behind
Thousand times
And I stood still just to see on whose hands
Are those swords, so dear to me
The swords whose shine come from the sweat of me
Oh lord! What a moment
Was that
I saw that the sword was in my hand
So firm and stiff
So happy and bliss
Then I released my last breath towards the hell
And lied on the ground
With blood making a blanket
Mixed with dust and the soil
The same soil on which I took birth
The same soil which made me so strong
But look what I did by the strength I got
I stabbed myself and teared each part apart
And then with the pieces remaining somewhere here and there
With eyes and heart tugged on a known sphere
I left this world so cruel so mean
To find a life after I stopped to breathe.

Monday, 18 July 2016

I

For those who doubt
For those who believe
For those who remind me
Why I live
For those who conspire
For those who inspire
For those who lightens
My heart's and soul's fire
For those waiting to cheat
For those ready to deceive
All of them
Will keep feeling the heat
Heat which makes me sweat
Heat which makes my blood red
For I gonna come back again with a storm
And prove myself above all the mighty norms
Gonna strive the excellence to reach to me
I'll set those heights impossible to achieve
I will make those eyes proud again
I will make those eyes down again
I will not let the memories so easily be forgotten
The glory and tale of success so easily to be rotten
Let the time come, it will speak
I am silent, believe me
There must be some reason to be
My ways, my plans
My goals and their paths
I haven’t forgotten
I haven’t left
I am still on my way
Running to ruin the hell
For you are seeing the setting sun
You are seeing the sun faded one
But it still has the same fire
The same heat
Burning with the same desire
Thus, I say again
Wait for the day
And then, you will only be left
To watch me in dismay.

Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Prank

Who says nature and signature never changes
Someone ask my beloved
How wrong those lines are
For the things I took pride on
Now have to give bribe on
To myself to not believe that
The reason of existence of few things now doesn't exist
And so I am shy now
Too embarrassed to match my eyes now
With those whom I challenged
With those whom I threatened
With those whom I dominated
And with those whom I substituted
For now nothing remains
Except the remains of an old plot
Red with blood
Wet with tears
And a beautiful painting by blood's clot
Yes I lived
To see me die
Yes I lived
To see me cry
Yes I lived
To break myself
And those making me live
Took away my breath and survived
Still I am happy
For no reason of being so
Still I am happy
As I am what i was so
But few times a day, i cry with my eyes
On a wall which i had beautifully carved
For my achievements to be hanged
But now that wall with its lowest dignity
Holds my foolishness
For the coming time to be pranked.

Thursday, 2 June 2016

Stopped

And then i stopped
Thinking about her
With my eyes wet
And heavy heart
And a little blur sight
Blur because
I used the clearest glass
The clearest glass
With filthiest vision
The vision which was not required for the mission
And then.... i stopped thinking about her
Because all the faults were mine
It was my paint which lost the shine
I stood empty handed
I stood guilty headed
I had nothing to gain
I had plenty of pain
The rain was showering
The moon had its lighting
Too rare to see
And then...
I stopped thinking about her
With a hope she would return
With a hope she would see
The change in me and my situations
The change which required years of preparation
But i had learnt all this in few mins
And then i stopped thinking about her.

Sunday, 24 April 2016

Fear

And this time.. I left her
With no sign to see again
But a hope
Build by instinct and emotions
And not by reasons
I stand this side
Watching her with wide open eyes
But she unable to see me
Trying to find
Obstructed by the window with dark side
Tears about to roll
On her wrinkled yet beautiful face
But no, she controlled
Not because she is strong enough
But because she wants me to be strong
She wants to support my hope
With her smile
Her eyes
Her awesome hands
Which has made me learn
Many things in my life
I don't remember any breath I have taken
Without her presence till yet
And so I want
My rest of the life to go
She always somewhere physically present
Don't know whose door to knock
Don't know whom to approach
For removing the fear
First time ever aroused
But still I have to leave
Go onn and live
As the journey progresses
Don't know how
But my feelings suppresses
All that was happening
A minute ago
And my fear gave me a strength
To bestow
All her dreams in her knees
She has dreamt all for me
And so I promise to return
And also can see a light which assures
That she wont go but still would be there
To receive me whenever I come near
Of this city
Of this town
Of such priceless crown
She holds in her hands
To set upon me
With the same hands
From which she just now waved me.

Monday, 11 April 2016

Betrayal

I have been made to hurt
For day long and night
I can only get cuts
From the protectors of my peace
And creditors of my award
What I get
Are only scars
So beautifully carved
Which can only be seen by me
If anyone else witnesses
The punishes portray it as their art
And then everyone applause
Prays for them with roses
And I on the sidewalk
Have to bear the thorns of those roses
Red and dark
Too unusual to be used in wars
And my blood accompanying the red rose
Gives it darkness
So that it can be my closest
Don't blame me for my draught
I did what I thought was right build a plot
Didn't know what I did which set this slot
Where I am slaughtered
With the same things once I had brought
To make things soothing
Pretty and classy
To make them feel comfortable
Peaceful and happy
But still I stand here
Miserable and weepy
With darkness of world being surrounded over me
With chains all around bounded over me
And I shameless meek creature
Still think they would help who mounted over me.

Tuesday, 29 March 2016

The last spoon

I have the whole world to feed me when hungry
But no one till now has that last spoon
That last spoon which suffice the hunger
Filled with love and affection and not just grains
That last spoon which everyday I see in my plate
But can't pick and eat
As my hands have sprain
Sprain of hatred
Sprain of loneliness 
Sprain of darkness
Embedded with my emptiness
Each day I wake and see my hands
And dream of that beautiful night
Which is still to come
Still due to be seen
The night in which I can breathe
For my each breath at present
Has so much of weight
That even my heart feel betrayed
By the air who gives life
By the sun which shines bright
By the masters of my soul
And by the heavenly hole
From which I peep and see a world
Where one day I will live and be bold
And see my plate empty and cold
As then I will have someone to care
Someone to love
And someone to spare
Me from the emptiness and sorrow
From the darkness which makes me hollow
And then I can have what I want...
That last spoon, in my hands.

Monday, 29 February 2016

Regretful Event

My tears are an evidence
Of my ill deeds
Oh please don't wipe them
Let them be framed and hung on wall
Let everyone see how sinful I am
Let my tears be flown forever
Till I see myself there
Where my sins are ready to washed
And my head, without any thought be slashed
Then only can I, have a relief in me
Or may be then too my deeds wont let me be free
For the work I have done
Is the worst it could be
So bad that even I don't have dare to see
I don't have courage to face my face
And tell others why shouldn't they hail
Name of theirs who slaughters me away
And let my body be neither in air nor in clay
Let my story be told to everyone
How dreadful I am to harm the very sun
Reason for my life,light and sight
The sun who made my everyday bright
The one who held me through the forest of darkness
The one who protected me with the swords sharpest
And I here shamelessly
Stand on my legs and say
Have hurt such person here
Who is the dearest dear
I don't know how and why
Only thing I know... Is to cry
Cry and cry with tears forming sea
In which I can drown
And set myself free
From the body and soul which holds
The title of making the win
A regretful event.

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

I can...always see you

Thinking of you
When the sky is blue
And the night holds its warmness
And leaves a clue
Of you being near
Somewhere between my peers
And smiling with your beautiful eyes
And cheering on my every sight
Such is my life awesome and pretty
With you in my arms
And memories full of beauty
But still I feel pity
Seeing myself born with such a destiny
No matter how long I be in my life's Que
I can.... never see you
Stagnant with fluctuations
Jitters with clear conceptions
Wasn't knowing such irony in my life to be due
I can....never see you
As my last sight was your death's bed
With flowers on it
Flooded with my tears mess
That was a flood, still prevailing
And my soul reluctantly sailing
Waiting for a day to sink in it
And to remove my every breath
That I take with verified clue
That I can...never see you
But now I can't bear more pain
Can't survive in this unholy drain
The wait is over
The time has come
Thing for which I was eager
Is about to begun
With merciless time slaughtering my life
And giving me, everything I desired
All these years
All these days
When u were neither near nor away
Now I will, change world's words
And let them their whole life utter
That I can now...always see you.

Monday, 18 January 2016

REthinking

These closed rooms with stopped clock

Showing me a future stopped ahead

Like the dewdrop on petals

I sprinkled my emotions on a metal

Like the sun rays vanishing every dewdrop

My emotions also vanished with the time in clock

Crying weeping and sitting beside

I gave my rest of life to the culprit behind

Every tears and every bloodshed

I went through in this mud cell

Still my destiny wrote for me

The darkest night for anyone it could be

I blame myself for this avalanche

And pray to be slashed

For my deeds I did with me

Gave feelings in a hive of honeybees.