Living

There was this sudden urge in me,
Since I had some time free,
To write a few lines about,
The thing that makes me truly happy without a doubt.

Just on thinking about it,
I could see inside me lit,
A while light of purity and delight,
But I am not sure if it is right,
To give dimensions to something,
That for me is more blessed than the temple bell's ring.

Probably it is still defining itself,
Growing into not what I had left, but something else.
No, I am not sad on its change,
Because it has not disappeared, but is only showing its range,
Of how diverse it could be,
Something that would come and energise me,
With its presence just being felt,
One moment ice, next moment it would melt,
Turning invisible or into something else,
Coming out only when there is the slightest of stress,
To make me reach the pinnacle of true happiness,
Clearing inside me the previously created mess.

I would literally sway from the inside,
As if I were facing some tide,
Full of peace, joy and perseverance,
And feel as I was neither tensed,
Nor dejected about any situation,
It would help me as if it were in my relation.

What is this actually?
I probably wont be able to tell factually.
But I like it in any form it comes,
And then swiftly tries to run,
Far away and disappear in the universe of my thoughts,
There isn't one incident to prove it, but lots.

Is it a part of me rescuing me?
Or someone else from the heavenly tree,
Who would come and set me free,
From the puzzles whose part I dont like to be.

Whoever or whatever it is,
I just hope it stays with me as long as my soul lives,
Even if I go and join the only known one,
And then be felt as the Spirit of the Sun. . .

Lightening

Why is this white light
Shining so bright?
It is turning me blind,
And I am unable to find,
Something I have been looking for,
And has being causing an uproar,
Within me, So quietly,
That you can hear it on sitting silently.
Now I know why silence can be deafening,
Sometimes things are totally opposing,
Of what they actually are,
Things that are close, seem to be far.
People might think it is a mirage,
That small things seem extra large.
Topsy-turvy goes life while moving,
No one cares for one who keeps brooding,
Who tries to attract undeserving attention,
Not actually even worth a mention.
My thoughts above might seem to you as quite random,
But then, probably you are unable to see the angle,
Of them being inter-related.
Once you do, you ll be elated.
This is not a poem because the last words are rhyming,
But it is my thoughts and their timing.
So extensive they might look on reading one time,
On understanding them, you will see they actually bind,
Different thoughts together,
Which seem to be placed just like that one after the other.
Why do I justify my thoughts, I don't know,
They are coming out in a flow.
I am just sharing them right now with you..
And I am the only one who knows all these words are so true....

Imagining

In the morning, when I had a thought of sleeping,
My imagination suddenly started leaping.
To nowhere certain,
It just kept taking turn after turn.
No fixed path did it follow,
But definately it wasnt hollow.
It made me fly in the sky high,
No, I dint have to do anything, I dint even try.
Miles and miles I traveled unknowingly,
Eventhough I was alone, never did I feel lonely.
No words can describe what all I saw,
But sometimes I wish I could draw.
Then I would show you a face I can never forget.
In my imagination it is forever set.
Always a source of inspiration,
It will be with me till from Earth I get termination.
So many faces did I cross,
Some even sent me for a toss.
But then there was this face,
Whose competition could never be traced.
Because it was a one in infinity,
Even beautiful than the trinity.
It would give you peace at first glance,
But am not sure if life would give you a chance,
To see something greater than the cosmic view,
And if you get one, you will know how true,
Is each and every word I said.
There wont be any urge or need to look ahead.
Nothing else will seem as beautiful,
and towards itself it will always pull,
One who has seen it even once,
And be there to support you in all your troubled months.
Because that would be the only reason you will work,
And would mark the end of your search,
Of that perfect life you ever wanted,
Every wish you ask, would be granted.
You would enjoy each and every moment of your life,
Just like you are free falling or sky dive.
Each moment you live would be endless fun,
And you would feel you are the chosen one.

Telling

Ok, a recent one in Hindi.

Kya pata aaj hum yahaan hain kal kahaan,
Peeche mudke kya dekhein, aagae ek naya hai jahaan.
Chalte hi rahe, ab na thame kadam,
Ruke na kabhi, chahe saath mein na ho tum aur hum.
Kal aur kal ke liye sochna kya,
Jeena hai sirf aaj mein, chahe kuch khoya ya paya.
Ant mein insaan khud banata hai apni kismat,
Sabr hamesha rakhna, chahe jaisa ho waqt.
Yeh kathin pal kabhi na kabhi toh jayenge,
Aage jaake yehi toh humein hasayenge.
Aur jab lage ki jeevan mein bahut kathinayan hain,
Bas mujhe yaad karna, tumhare saath sada hoon main...


And a sms too.. this one is in english..

Today is going to be a great day,
For everyone is what I pray.
May you receive success in all your ventures,
And dont live each day as a routine, but an adventure...

Restarting

Its been long since I wrote a poem or a prose,
I couldn't help it; all this time I was on my toes.
I now realise what I was doing,
In circles I was actually running.
Soon I would reach the place from where I started,
Probably since I didn't have any target.
Its not that I have found one now,
But I thought that perhaps somehow,
This moving in circles and coming back to square one,
Was all this while not just fun.
I couldn't see what I was learning,
Each time I walked on the same curving.
I gained what is called experience,
And now things have started making sense.
When I changed my base,
Life certainly lost its pace.
Because I had to start from scratch again,
And also endure all the long gone pains.
But then I think it eventually makes me immune,
To these difficulties occurring when life sings to its tune.
It makes me more stronger and fight back harder,
Unlike a ship, which would be useless if it is always anchored on the harbour.
A time comes when you start enjoying the testing times,
And you make your own luck, not some wind chimes.
Keep fighting like a warrior,
Life would always be all the more merrier.
Victory will be yours if you never accept defeat,
And life would sing its song on your beats...

Wishing

Finally a new one.. i wrote today, in four parts..
first, sitting near the lift of the b block lift of the metro station @ cp,
second, waiting for the train at the platform.
third, in the metro train
fourth, standing near the stairs at patel nagar station.

I wish I was a child again.
Probably of the age nine or ten.
No one would question what I did,
But loved me more because I was a kid.
Each mistake would be treated with a smile,
Everything wrong I did would be excused because I was a child.
Life would be trouble free without any tension,
No stress or decisions to make or learn any lessons.
It seems that a kid's life is too easy,
While making decisions, they dont need to be choosy.
Infact, they dont have to decide anything,
Elders do the needful, at the same time being so caring.
Its not the attention the kid seeks that attracts me,
But probably the way their life is seemingly tension free.
Life they say is not by chance but by choice,
And it is no one else but us, who choose to make tension a part of our lives.
So why cant we choose a life that is free from any kind of worry?
We are the ones who make our own destiny.
Life is too short and worrying makes it shorter,
You end up living your life not to the fullest, but a quarter.
Lets try to eliminate it totally if we can,
And who said we cant, because the choice is always in our hand.
Being worry free would make life simpler and happier,
And dont try to fake it, everyone can know when you are living life in fear.
Sadness and tears are not the only things that make up life,
But instead, make you realise the importance of happiness making you more wise.

Walking

This is a poem I wrote in I think the last year at college.

Today I am because of what I did yesterday.
Tomorrow I will be because of what I do today.
Yesterday is past. Today is present. Tomorrow is future.
The world is your lab, go and experiment; you are your best tutor.
Keep walking! Keep walking!
Even if people around you are mocking.
Life gives you hurdles, only to overcome them.
Each time you get up after a fall, you are one step ahead.
Take a pause only when you deserve.
Not when YOU THINK you deserve.
Whenever you are down and feel you cant do it,
Just think of your mentor who has already done it.
Talk it out, don't keep it inside you.
Just look around and go to a person who is true.
He will be ready to listen if you speak up,
At the end I will say, never trust your luck.