Kuch to tha jo keh na payi,
Kuch to tha jo dikha na payi,
yun to sab badhiya hai,
par jo piche tha woh bhula na payi.
khone ka naam hi pyar hai..
pana to bus aihsas hai...
khoya ya paya.. pal to wahi hai jo jiya jaya...
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Living life in a black hole
Darkness and only darkness..
It's bothering me so much I can barely breathe..
They say now this is my lifeI say that this was not my life.
They are right and I may be wrong..
Was the past darkness and the present sunlight ?
Or am I right ?Days pass and the darkness only pulls me more...Is it me?
Is it anyone else or is it just nothing?
The bright white light that keeps shining is the only hope.
But the only hopes gets absorbed to make a bigger hole...The black hole..
It's bothering me so much I can barely breathe..
They say now this is my lifeI say that this was not my life.
They are right and I may be wrong..
Was the past darkness and the present sunlight ?
Or am I right ?Days pass and the darkness only pulls me more...Is it me?
Is it anyone else or is it just nothing?
The bright white light that keeps shining is the only hope.
But the only hopes gets absorbed to make a bigger hole...The black hole..
Monday, September 20, 2010
Papers in the Wind
I was made with tears of the tree,
And the noise of the Axe,
Then under the roar of the machine I went..
Only to fly till the END...
The end I thought but the beginning it was.
The beginning of the words that came from god...
For the broken soul in the land.
God scribbled all promises for the soul on me...
was on midway to reach the END....
God gave me in the hands of a stranger..
The stranger who carried me for the poor soul...
The stranger had no sense,
How crucial those words of God were..
In between he met a storm... he left the papers and disappeared..
Gods words were still there with me ....
But i could not reach That poor fellows hands...
Monday, December 28, 2009
HE
HE
He can blast you into pieces,
He can shoot you in the heart.
He can force you to kill your neighbor,
He can force you to buy the religion of a man.
He can kill your just born baby,
He can kidnap your family.
He can take away your life’s all savings, and use it to kill you.
He can call you off from your works to pay for his insanities,
And above all he can take away your peace……
Who is He?
HE is you!
He can blast you into pieces,
He can shoot you in the heart.
He can force you to kill your neighbor,
He can force you to buy the religion of a man.
He can kill your just born baby,
He can kidnap your family.
He can take away your life’s all savings, and use it to kill you.
He can call you off from your works to pay for his insanities,
And above all he can take away your peace……
Who is He?
HE is you!
Right and Left
Right and Left
We all know it perhaps that at the end we all shall die. After death we enter a new world and it is easy to believe that our souls are immortal. But does this knowledge of ours keep us from shedding tears, when a bomb blast kills the life of our brothers and sisters. No, because the fight of good verses bad is always on. It is said in geeta goodness is the right hand of god and bad is the left hand. It is but obvious that the right hand is more powerful. That means ultimately good will win.
Well theoretically we have proved it. But this does not seem to be true. The evil is leading the world into darkness and no one seems to be able to stop it. Why because little amount of evil is in everyone. Corruption is spreading its roots worldwide. We shall be able to fight it only when we make ourselves pure. The right hand shall win only when it is more powerful than the left. For making the right hand powerful it should be purely right; little bit of impurity will let the evil take its roots. So my friends its time now to join hands not only against terrorism but also against all evils that are developing in our surroundings.
If people can do little things for money they can consequently do big as well.
We all know it perhaps that at the end we all shall die. After death we enter a new world and it is easy to believe that our souls are immortal. But does this knowledge of ours keep us from shedding tears, when a bomb blast kills the life of our brothers and sisters. No, because the fight of good verses bad is always on. It is said in geeta goodness is the right hand of god and bad is the left hand. It is but obvious that the right hand is more powerful. That means ultimately good will win.
Well theoretically we have proved it. But this does not seem to be true. The evil is leading the world into darkness and no one seems to be able to stop it. Why because little amount of evil is in everyone. Corruption is spreading its roots worldwide. We shall be able to fight it only when we make ourselves pure. The right hand shall win only when it is more powerful than the left. For making the right hand powerful it should be purely right; little bit of impurity will let the evil take its roots. So my friends its time now to join hands not only against terrorism but also against all evils that are developing in our surroundings.
If people can do little things for money they can consequently do big as well.
ME
ME
My eyes draw the picture of a bird flying,
My ears hear the sound of the humming bird,
My skin feels the warmth of the sun,
My nose smells the lilies in the spring.
But hold on what is it that tells me
To sore high; higher than a bird can,
To sing a song in the dry autumn,
To bring light wherever there is darkness,
To spread fragrance all the way I trudge.
To bear all the thorns that stand on my path
And still smile like a rose.
It is this feel that my ‘soul’ brings to my body.
It is this soul that is ‘ME’
My eyes draw the picture of a bird flying,
My ears hear the sound of the humming bird,
My skin feels the warmth of the sun,
My nose smells the lilies in the spring.
But hold on what is it that tells me
To sore high; higher than a bird can,
To sing a song in the dry autumn,
To bring light wherever there is darkness,
To spread fragrance all the way I trudge.
To bear all the thorns that stand on my path
And still smile like a rose.
It is this feel that my ‘soul’ brings to my body.
It is this soul that is ‘ME’
THE FUEL INSIDE
THE FUEL INSIDE
I could walk on the clouds with
A Cinderella sandal on my feet,
I could turn the mouse to
A handsome prince,
I could bring a plate full of sweets
At the snap of my fingers,
I could be the ‘Arial’ of the sea and
Play with ‘Sebastian’ all day,
But, only if I knew ‘how’
I could pick the ‘Himalyas’
On the tip of my little finger,
I could command the trees to
Bear fruits on it,
I could take a world tour in
A blink of my eyes,
I could change the path of the earth
And let it always be in warmth…..
But why do I not know how?
Coz..
The fuel inside is never burned!
I could walk on the clouds with
A Cinderella sandal on my feet,
I could turn the mouse to
A handsome prince,
I could bring a plate full of sweets
At the snap of my fingers,
I could be the ‘Arial’ of the sea and
Play with ‘Sebastian’ all day,
But, only if I knew ‘how’
I could pick the ‘Himalyas’
On the tip of my little finger,
I could command the trees to
Bear fruits on it,
I could take a world tour in
A blink of my eyes,
I could change the path of the earth
And let it always be in warmth…..
But why do I not know how?
Coz..
The fuel inside is never burned!
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