Finding the self lost in the chore,
as the night is falling;
From the sea of crowd to the solace shore,
can hear the loneliness calling;
Health is NOT expendable,
it’s warnings if not paid heed;
life will turn miserable,
only to be plucked out like a weed …
Each day is a dumb fight,
a race on an incline steep;
in the arms of the soothing night,
please let me cling and sleep.
The train is near-empty,
a cool wind breezing at the door,
the heart is light & thoughts scanty,
like standing on a mystic sea-shore.
Mo(a)ndayQuotes :
Left home for the front,
bracing to bear the brunt,
mind making a lazy grunt,
a single track life – no shunt.
The dogs are howling,
the night is crawling,
the mind is toiling,
a Monday is prowling …
Bad Nite people !
धुंद निशेस झालर थंडीची,
नभातील ती मोहक चांदणी;
सुगंधाने बेधुंद करी मनासी,
अंगणातील ती रातराणी
A cool evening and a calm sea,
sipping leisurely some hot tea;
close friends and light talks,
a mystic mood and calm walks;
बचपन था फूलों की झड़ी,
पर बड़ा होनी की थी मस्ती बड़ी,
अब जब समजदारी गले पड़ी,
हो गयी मेरी खटिया खड़ी !!!
Sky painted by the Divine Hand,
sea waves humming a sombre song,
leaving foot steps on the wet sand,
and a cool wind breezing along.
Showers & mercury falling,
lightning & thunder I don’t fear,
for a ride the parched roads are calling,
to the rescue the rains are here.
The sun is up and calling,
so get rolling on your way,
chuck all the crestfalling,
and make the best of the day.
Riding on an empty road,
with trees on either sides,
halting at a deserted node,
for destination aren’t these rides.
A doze at the window seat,
there’s a long day ahead,
the work and the summer heat,
it’s a battle for bread.
Lying in the soft sand,
cool breeze humming a song,
those afar stars seem at hand,
to the universe I belong.
These moments are slipping down,
like the sand held in palms,
No words to jot down,
to capture their mystic charms !
Clouds drift with no bars,
and a hundred merry birds fly,
amidst those thousand shining stars,
is the lonely sky.
Ambitions and peace are often at strife,
to a tight rope the life clings,
in the end – the real spice of life,
are just those simple things
जिन्हें हो राहों का नशा,
वो मंजिलों की परवाह कहाँ करते हैं ?
चल पड़ते हैं वो अंजानी राहों पर,
राहगुजर की चाह पीछे छोड़ा करते हैं !
The sun is yet to rise,
Mo(a)nday’s crawling like a spider,
have hit the roads leaving paradise,
riding away like a ghost rider.
A chilling dawn and a tanning noon,
on the dusty roads to pack;
living the tramping and biking boon,
After a hiatus – I am back;
Tag : DeepScars
Caution : The lines falling under this tag aren’t pleasant at all – they depict bitter truths of life,justified rage and at times,bitterness,have traits of dark lyrics. To summarize – read at your own risk 😉
Lies are sweet,
the Truth is bitter,
Truth will survive the heat,
Lies will lose the glitter.
To see the things behind the veil,
the veil must first be seen,
the logic often is fragile,
if the observation isn’t keen.
Suffering from chronic amnesia,
And lessons are never learnt,
Expecting a panacea,
Without bearing a brunt.
Fear of loss is man’s worst fear,
that’s why the Evil thrives,
but in the end the losses are dear,
however to prevent the man strives.
Glory comes to those who fight,
for own wounds who don’t care,
holding pride is their right,
their souls will always glare
Rosy,benign seems that dream,
but the devil’s deceit it holds,
the day it reveals you will scream,
while being dragged to scaffolds.
(A warning against the people in the rat-race who have fatal attraction of the so-called development concepts)
Real heroes always die,
and for naive the power paves,
the innocent are then prey to the sly,
and clover whitens on heroic graves.
Strength is the only thing that counts,
might is the only way,
brawn will win you all the bouts,
and get you all the sway.
In battles there may be a lull,
but the war is far from over,
till you crack the enemy’s skull,
the savagery will hover.
My rout is now in the sight,
yet my sword will lash,
fight to live and live to fight,
the enemies I will slash.
Men will rise and men will fall,
the goal is all that matters,
for it they will spill their gall,
till the flag of victory flatters.
Alone and wounded you strand,
fallen from a place grand,
take the problems hand-to-hand,
and again victorious you will stand.
For sorrows one should not care,
only cowards make their wounds bare,
be on your own in warfare,
for you there’s nobody out there.
Of hunger who is about to die,
food is the only God,
give him bread and tell him a lie,
and happily he will nod.
Till he breathes his last,
and his clan lies slain,
this battle will be aghast,
the enemy’s bravery will go in vain.
Those who burnt that paradise,
will now be thrashed in hell,
for them the sun will never rise,
their hearts will sink in knell;
Those who clouded the shining sun,
with thick smog of their sins,
in the wrath of piercing rays will burn,
the evil with their kins.
On the thorny path they bled,
love proved a futile crave;
Now nothing matters to those dead,
a flower ain’t no good on their grave;
(Some people do not get help,love,care and support when actually needed.
And when,everything is lost,some people turn up with crocodile-tears.)
Fuelling own’s paradise,
by turning other’s to hell;
Penance,rightaway,will be wise,
lest the burnt souls ring your knell;
(Addressed to all the world’s ‘superpowers’)
The deserted bear a grudge,
the lonely bear a rage;
Too late to make them budge,
gear up for the war they will wage;
(A warning for those living in their own paradises, indifferent to the sufferings of the others)
Enough seen of neighbour’s hustle,
‘palm’actions can’t bring a twist;
all those who flex a muscle,
must get blows of an iron fist;
(The urge of retribution against India’s neighbours and a dissatisfaction against the ruling party in the Govt. of India)
Fight on the line of fire,
face one shell & blood wave,
survive a situation dire,
then ask others to be brave.
To death everyone treads alone,
the journey beyond is unknown,
for few moments people will moan,
the dead will soon be unknown.
Across LoC a small walk,
in diplomacy a huge hawk,
covert actions hitting like a rock,
silence and no talk.
(A way to deal with (Na)Pak.)
Life is about being kinetic 