Stranger as my own….. 

As he settled for everything that wasn’t his own,
All his dreams, desires and wishes,
Died a bitter death,
Choked, mutilated and starving,
Were they left,
While he told himself,
Maybe it’s for the best,
And made them his own,
The world assured,
Gave him the reasons,
And he caved in,
Until the day,
His heart couldn’t take no more,
It’s a risky choice,
They said,
As he left the stranger he had made his own,
And ventured into the night,
With nothing but hope,
Few family, maybe some friends,
And he took on the mighty Hill,
Not as an enemy,
But an ideal yet to achieve,
Maybe I fail,
Maybe I win,
Maybe I die trying,
He told the world,
As the world mocked his legs,
His figure, his brains,
But shall I sleep with dreams,
Of the things I saw,
The things I felt,
Onto the ride,
That felt my own…..

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The Child in our……..

The Child in us that demands a desperate attention. 

Read through these lines, I hope you smile till the very end.  

Wind the horse,
Pull a chair,
The Party is to stay,
Dolls, houses and their mates,
Mrs. Little what a grey,
Whoosh goes the car,
Watch out, there comes the mighty bar,
I saved the world today,
Empty that tumbler in a sway,
Here comes a flying rocket,
Let it land in my pocket,
Wind the man,
Push a bear,
My house is in disarray,
Pinky promises, clips and jars,
Mr. Haver what a snare,
Round goes the merry,
Sweetest of all that cherry,
My tongue is blue,
Mine is gone,
Yay! I have a new pair,
Fill the air,
Bake the cake,
Hurrah! I am 5,
Can I drive?
Stitches and burn,
A holiday in the bed,
Who is the strongest of them all,
Take the case,
Never be late,
Mr. Grey what a pace,
Houses of bricks,
Cars of expense,
Everything here is so damm extense,
I miss those days,
Money was paper,
Happiness came in sweeter,
Roads were our runaways,
Home was our hanger,
She came and hugged me,
Papa do you wanna play?
Whoosh goes the car,
Run! Run! I am teethy far,
Child, child, man and man,
Shouldn’t we running,
After things not here in the far…….

Blaming is easy….

There are people, good people who deal with your Devils everyday, bearing every type of heartbreaking accusations. 

Some people do gather the courage to understand that all the time it was they who had been wearing faulty glasses. 

All they saw was faults of those people, Good people who dealt with Devils that even did not belong to them.

Each of us has been granted a life not with our wish but with the wish of someone more powerful than any of us. 

It becomes our responsibility to realize this simple little fact-

Rains pouring on a stormy night,
Were heavenly, were a sight,
Many cried in a tone so unknown,
My crops are fed,
My roof is no more.
I cursed the god, 
What went so wrong,
Thundered the god,
A house of cards can stay so long…

Blaming is easy. Anyone can do it. 

It takes courage to realize and mend your own mistake. 

Be one of those good people.

Usually the rains are too harsh on them.

It started that day….

It all started that day,
Sitting by the Stream,
I had a dream,
I was a King of the places away,
Silent as the night,
I was to create,
A world with a mead,
Buildings were not so high,
People were not so shy,
Dreams had once Breathed,
My road is not your ride,
It all started that day,
World is a piece of disarray,
I cried,
I cursed,
I had lost all my verse,
My world is dying,
I was a ride without a brake,
Twists and turns,
Highs and lows,
People and days,
I passed,
Run along told me the roar,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a glimpse,
Glimpse of the hoary past,
That stood behind me,
Held me,
Laughed, pierced through my skin,
Why do hurt me?
You are just like them,
They cringe, they shriek,
They stab the ones to whom they swear,
They laugh, they kill, 
All they do is breed sins,
Give me a chance is what I ask,
But how can I,
I am what you was,
I closed my eyes,
Let me sleep,
Dreams are just a escape,
Let me wake with a high so high,
Let me help you go deep in the night,
Let me give you a coffin to sleep,
Mark your grave with a stone of mine,
Don’t forget me when I go deep in the dark,
Remember me who was you in times not so new,
I will be your light when you go down,
Let no one bring me back to life,
Some people are better under the soil,
I had slept over the buried past,
Someone shook my head,
I had waken up to shining day,
Who are you, I rubbed my eyes,
I will be you what you desire,
I took his hands and took his clothes,
Let us make you what I am,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a dream…..

Our life- Animated movie….

Our life- animated movie 

I sometimes think, 
what if our life would be a like an animated movie
where imagination is rewarded with a sheer feeling of satisfaction, 
where hope never dies, 
where there is no end to anything, happiness, gratitude, disappointments, dizziness, nostalgia or even the feel of flying with nothing but a breath of fresh air. 

We are expecting too much and too soon. Don’t you think?

Have faith. 
Everything falls in place at the right time.

To exist or not to….

There are days when our existence becomes a question. Everything attached with every one of us becomes an illusion. These are the days we realise existing and existence are two totally different things. You exist till your heart beats. Existence is for eternity…..

Too many good people are leaving us…. 

This one for everyone whom you miss, who has been an inspiration, a guide, an idol and whatever you want them to be….