Category Archives: poem

failure, happy, hardwork, heartbreak, India, love, motivation, poem, poverty,, relax, sad, self, story telling, sucess, Uncategorized

A night passing by

Sitting, by the window;
I can see:
Things and places, moving backwards.
There is calmness: of chaos and worry.
Fighting a duet, to win and end,for once, for all.

Few lights are off, few shining more,
In this sound night, what a mystery they behold.


Turned off lights; how nice, peace, and a good night sleep.
Turned on lights; how lively, vibrant and willingness; work more hard.

There are trees who have tale to tell,
Millions of journey who lived and passed by.

Ahead is a temple, closed but decorated,
Might be the God tired, reviving,
After hearing a tonnes of prayer, listed,unlisted.

Night,
A beauty in darkness, many of us holds.
Looking from the window, I whisper my favourite song,
Such is beautiful, this passing night.

I lived and loved,
Nature being natural,
A wide clean sky, with no clouds roaring.
A clear view, my eyes can catch,


Night
A reflection of “what”, “how” and “when”
“Why”,”where” and “who will”;
Questionnaires and answers yet to find, a short, but long,

Dare I not loose this opportunity, shall I not hold it tightly, a night so precious. not may happening at ahead, Who Knows Time

Standard
motivation, poem, sad, self

Choice

Being at the edge, disturbs the most.

At the end point of nothing, but what means everything.

All at stake;

Just one stroke.

Rise or fall, succeed or perish.

Only you know,

Criticality of saying “yes” or “no”.

Loud heartbeat, shaking nerves,

Now,

You don’t,

You can’t

Hold a choice.

Standard
happy, love, motivation, poem, self

Coffee


Life is like,
a cup of coffee, you can choose,
Whether it’s bitter or sweet.


If by impression,you put more it tastes bitter,
If sweet, you can add sugar.


Cup is yours, taste shall be yours.
Place it where you love the most.


Not to one whom thee love.


What if the cup breaks,
It will spill, not your work but self.
So much effort to make it worth.


So dear one,
Enjoy the coffee, with reflection of self,

Sip it slowly, with self conscience,
It’s not just coffee, but you yourself.

We should not change our preference to impress others. otherwise it only hurts us, just like coffee; if we like sweet coffee but just to impress someone we start having strong one, it only bitter our taste.
How we put our life matters a lot, just like holding that cup of coffee, what if after making it so cautiously we handover to someone else, and whether purposefully or by mistake, it drops, every hardwork in it goes in waste, not only the coffee( cause- love)spills but also the cup ( ourselves).

Standard
motivation, poem, self

O! Great Rain…

O great rain

You have magic,
You create life;
I have seen.

Move your wand,
All upon me,
Just like, you do;
On earth and tree.
Sweeping dust, smashing dirt;
Cleaning scrape, Cleaving shapes.



I want same,


Feel Renaissance,


Each part, every breath.


Long and tardy, mine outer look
Forgone and shaggy mine inner nook.

Please, cast your,
Unfathomable spell,
May be what it, “Aabra ka Dabra… “.



Disappear,
All my sin, if any, I have done.

Burdensome is guilt,
and whim,
Long stored,
mortifying esteem.

I want to forget,


All,


Look happy;
just like those, plants;
Flaunting new clothes,
How beautiful; how green;
Each fresh, every view.
How energetic, how new.
Each life, every alive.

O Great Rain…

Standard
heartbreak, motivation, poem, sad, self, story telling, Uncategorized

Missed Relations

Searching for love here and there,


This person, that person;
who could possibly be destination.


In such hurry, something is lost;
Not time, but more than time.


Family, kinship, important relationship;
That stuck in pain and gain;


Yet forgotten,
in remorseful rain.


Calculated wrongly, compared normally;


Regretful tears, at dying bed,
Noone dear, close to hear;
What you cry, what you fear.



Once broken can be mended,
What about Love, how about trust,


Care and save, what closest to thou,


As they remain, in years of mourn.

Standard
motivation, poem, sad, self

I

I would have been

Right,
If acted as per norms,
Framed in mind,
of people; Those.

A daughter “Obedient”,
If not complained, accepted what it was.

Tagged: ‘moral‘ and ‘ ideal‘; if not raised, the question, “WHY? “

” Loyal”,
If just been a ‘friend follower’.


A “perfect wife”,
If I have been ‘quiet and Yes-woman’.


Since,

I am ‘noone’,
I am a ‘rebel‘, Suited for ‘nothing’; but to “bad-luck”and “burdensome”.

Things would have been different,

Everything could have been different,

If just,

I could have been…

Standard
culture, factory life, hardwork, heartbreak, motivation, poem, poverty,, sad, self

A day in factory life

Darky, dusty, gloomy chimneys;

Outside painted, inside bleached.

Human agony; tainted brain.

Space congested, polluted drain.

Suffocate, succumb, yet survive.

Need becomes;

Bosses command.

Bonded are few, others can’t refuse;

Starved stomach, as demands.

Forget miseries; “what about life? “

Here one live, not alive.

Here one subsist, not exist.

Standard
child, hardwork, motivation, poem, poverty,, sad, story telling, Uncategorized

May, I Get A Bigger Hit!

Yes,
I adorn  clothes their;
torn and worn.
I fill my stomach, leftover;
bitter and wetter.
I have messy hair,cheesy attire;
Dirt hooked up; crime booked up.

Now here;then there.     Searching identity;
everywhere.
Sometimes beaten, sometimes chased.
Running away, where to stay?

Sky is my shelter, bare ground my bed.
When you cry, I mourn;
when you laugh, I sigh!

Watching you, observing you;  I grew up. Saving self, working help;           I grew up.


Dare I choose;                                 If ever I could;                      Complain, compare. 


“This justice, unconditional, worth, not to share”.


Yes,                                                     I am;                                     nowhere near.                        Being like you,                             not in my list.                                  I am in hurry; I am hungry.   With a wish;

” May, I get a Bigger Hit! “

Standard
failure, happy, hardwork, motivation, poem, relax, self, sucess, Uncategorized

Tell me not

Tell me not, you are tired;

Consistent perseverance is lost, and persistency has torn you down.

Your agony of making great, has turned into settling lest.

Tell me not, you have learnt; play symphony of excuses and nay;

Dare you, forget your dreams, care you live with shame;

Unfinished task, existence crisis; not fighting back, but singing “why this? “

Raise your head with proud and hout,

Candle yourself with fire of desire;

Wait not, if noone helps, worry not, if noone works,

Tell me only, when you are done, singing song with musical rhythm;

Of success, of quest, of this, of that;

But giving up, Don’t tell me that.

Standard