Monday, February 16, 2015

Live your past...


Do let a tear roll down once in a while...
It can actually be more intense than a smile...

Think about the bygones n feel the back-stab...
A reminder of the lessons learnt in our life lab...

Miss the ones who betrayed your trust & never looked back...
For they were once the best you handpicked from the stack...

Don't blame your heart for a bad choice made...
For it wasn't meant to examine the hidden shade...

Do not question the purity of your love ever...
'Coz the refusal means its meant for someone better...

Know that you can't change the world for its skewed...
Just mould your will with a strength renewed...

Its a farce when they say 'Live in the moment and forget the past'...
Let the rainbow of all emotions color your life till u breath your last...

Friday, March 14, 2014

Room of Mirrors



Moving ahead 
I pushed my past behind 
Only to see it 
Come back again 

Brisk pace might help 

I told myself 
But it caught up 
Equally fast 

At every turn 

I tricked it 
Only to see it 
Ricochet back again 

Stairs I climbed 

But of no use 
As they were 
The Penrose Paradox 

I have known now 

What present means 
Nothing more 
But mirage of the past 

Your steps may move 

But not really you 
As the way ahead 
Is but an image 

See a hundred paths 

A long road ahead 
Promising you 
A thousand joys 

Look close 

Close enough 
And you'll find it 
All a bit strange 

Trapped you are 

In a room of mirrors 
Reality is but an illusion 
Illusion is your reality

Saturday, March 31, 2012

WAS... IS... & ..... ALWAYS WILL BE...

YOU....

WERE...
ARE...
 & .....
ALWAYS WILL BE...

THERE WITH ME!!!




I...


WAS... 
AM...
 & ..... 
ALWAYS WILL BE...

PRAYING TO STAY IN YOUR MEMORIES...




WE....

WERE... 
ARE...
 & ..... 
ALWAYS WILL BE...

TOGETHER INTANGIBLY...




THE WORLD....

WAS... 
IS...
 & ..... 
ALWAYS WILL BE...

UNAWARE OF OUR TOGETHERNESS....




YOUR SACRIFICES....

WERE... 
ARE...
 & ..... 
ALWAYS WILL BE...


A SYMBOL OF FAITH AND DEVOTION...




MY COLDNESS...

WAS... 
IS...
 & ..... 
ALWAYS WILL BE...


THE WORST EXAMPLE....




SMILE...

WAS... 
IS...
 & ..... 
ALWAYS WILL BE...

YOUR MOST PRICED ORNAMENT....



BUT, TEARS...

WERE... 
ARE...
 & ..... 
ALWAYS WILL BE...

MY COMPANION. SANS YOU...



AND LIFE...

WAS... 
IS...
 & ..... 
"NEVER" WILL BE...

THE SAME AGAIN.......


Monday, February 27, 2012

ARTICLES--- Ships are safer in the harbour. But they are not meant for the same


Let us try to make the above quote more relatable to ourselves. Let us say-
”Pen is mightier than the sword”
Correct.
But incomplete….

”Pen is mightier than the sword”
…only when it is uncapped and running for a cause.

Hence, the topic is more complete and meaningful than it might seem on the outside.

 The adage above has a moral lurking inside it which applies to all spheres of life.
Ships might be safer in the harbor, they might avert the scare of drowning by keeping away from the roaring seas. However, they are not meant to languish in t confined spaces.
They are meant to face the waters of the oceans and seas. They are made of steel and iron and are equipped with all sorts of supports to face the fury of the towering tides, in case they face any.
The TITANIC, the SHIP OF DREAMS faced the worst nightmare on its maiden voyage.
But one can’t take refuge in the above dictum and propose that the mishap could have been prevented.

The Titanic allegory is a treatise on unfazed grit of human resolute to venture out in the unknown and grope for the unseen even if the chances of accomplishment are grim.

Safety is always a concern but risk provides the breeding ground for success.

We, as humans are the most supreme species and hence we can easily afford the luxury of preying on other smaller and weaker ones and nurture our lives in the safest manner. We have a choice of doing away with all that makes life hard, and dwell in harmony with primitiveness.

But, that is not what our purpose of living would be. Just as the ship’s purpose is not to rust away in the harbor or a sword’s purpose is not to hide in its scabbard.

We must define our purpose, set our goals and then strive to achieve them against all odds. The topic implies that the purpose of a ship is to complete the journey through the waters, be them calm and quiet or fearfully stormy. Similarly, we must not be bounded in our comforts zones (our harbors , as one may call them) and must step out of them in order to accomplish our dreams. We must set ourselves on a voyage through the turbulent waters of life in order to find the intermittent ports of success and hence set forth again, on yet another quest.

Thus, the only way to meaningfully fulfill the purpose of our lives and also enjoy the ride on this worldly SHIP on which GOD has sent us upon, is to venture out fearlessly and not be captivated in HARBORS of comfort and laziness.


-(SHOBHIT)

Saturday, February 19, 2011

ONE DAY LESS?? or ONE DAY MORE??


As this day ends, I can put my cloak off and breath a sigh of relief…

I HAVE…
ONE DAY LESS TO LIVE…
ONE DAY LESS TO WORRY…
ONE DAY LESS TO PUT THROUGH THIS TYRANNY…
ONE DAY LESS TO FEEL ASHAMED OF MY FAILURES…
ONE DAY LESS TO BEAR THE BURDEN OF EXPECTATIONS…
ONE DAY LESS TO LANGUISH IN EMPTY FEELINGS OF SOLITUDE…
ONE DAY LESS TO TAKE CARE OF FUTURE THAT HAUNTS MY PRESENT…


But also…as I look back, when todays turn into Yesterdays…

I HAD…
ONE DAY MORE TO LIVE...
ONE DAY MORE TO DREAM ON...
ONE DAY MORE TO MAKE AMENDS…
ONE DAY MORE TO SERVE BELOVEDS…
ONE DAY MORE TO SPREAD MY LOVE…
ONE DAY MORE TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS…
ONE DAY MORE TO ENCOURAGE A SMILING FACE …

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

HOW MUCH MORE.....????


How much more...
can these clouds pour??
Transferring drops from the skies...
to some helpless teary eyes....
Heavens have glutted too much this boon...

Gods...behaving like merciless goons....
Rush to us some shelter..some shade...
Before our dim hopes completely fade...

I know..'You' have a big heart...
but its too much to bear on our part...
May its because of our own deeds...
the fruits we reap of long sown seeds...





How much more...
will the sun glore??
Steaming torsos and trunks...
into charred lifeless chunks..
The 'Green house' engulf the copses..
while lacking O2 choke even corpses...
Fire,oozing out of the loam...
the earth itself will be our tomb...
Time it is to face His wrath...
as the shining stars slowly clot..
May its because of our own deeds...
the fruits we reap of long sown seeds...

Friday, April 9, 2010

THROUGH THE GLASS


Its 7:30 in the morning when you wake up with a yawn;
For summers its shiny,but winters,its still the dawn.

‘Drowsy face,hair scattered’, is as pure as one can be;
Slouchy,sluggish,but you know you have to leave

When you come out of the shower like a fresh lilly,
Looking on,you adore yourself,acting childish silly.

Its an art to learn,when you gracefully brush your mane,
As they float in the breeze,coming from the window pane.

A small altar at the other end is where you pray at ease;
Even the Gods in heaven cant help but be so pleased.

Getting dressed for the day is a long, hard fought fight;
Westerns you may like,but traditional soothes my sight.

Its peevish when you masquerade your countenance;
I suggest to put away with it & prefer sweet casualness.

I watch intently as you blush deep red or turn pale blue;
For me it has been & will always be about admiring you.

Mostly, its quite lonely and dark when you are gone away;
But I know,that you’ll reteurn to me at the end of the day.

I’ve seen you laugh,cry,learn & grow through many shades;
Mysterious & engrossing,you’re the “one” in a million maids.

Standing here,by the wall,at the right corner of your room,
I’m ready to be here forever and closely watch you bloom.

Its just a mirror to you,a mistake I can let go and easily pass;
B’coz you dont know,its ‘me’, looking at you through the glass.