In life nothing is ever planned and whatever little is ...Or can be gets disarray anyways life then prima facie is best when and as it comes
Looming large on the face of tomorrow is the perspiration of the concocted present...the anxiety of an angst ridden past and of course the mortality to be prone to error.
An intelligent person once said
" There are only 3 events in a man's life
BIRTH
LIFE
& DEATH
He's not conscious of being born....He dies in pain ; And he forgets to live...! "

Change is the only constant in life and notwithstanding our gratifications to it , it does take place.So best accept it.......
Things may not always be the way we want them to be ...so much so that it may not even remotely resemble what and as or the way we pictured for ourselves but then that in no way means that it can't get any better... and again I come back to acceptance...The key word .A lot many times we see ourselves trying to fit ourselves in someone else's shoes when we very well know and understand that really means defeat to the very purpose of our own self existence...
Analyzing the reasons or possible causes the only rationale so to speak that emerges is that we consider ourselves inferior to others or perhaps the other way round consider others better than us or maybe even think ourselves incompatible of accommodating and accepting a change when all it takes is Acceptance.

Its not something out of the ordinary to do but what makes it sound unrealistic is the fact that we've always been born and brought up in a society that believes it utmost necessary to look down upon yourself and think great of others so that when u make it big , it really looks big ......Whatever I say.
Amongst a labored of emotions and cobwebs of analogies that the people around us carry our own pure identity goes for a ...Toss
But even then its all about the choice ... A choice that all of us have but none of us exercise or perhaps aren't even ready to believe exists...
Morpheus in the MATRIX says " Choice ......Is an illusion " which though contradictory to my belief does holds true in its own regard...
DESTINY as some people say it is all about blaming or more pragmatically speaking endorsing all our misfortunes to a higher invisible force that no one has seen of felt but are ready to curse should anything out of the ordinary occur...
In the simplest of words Luck,Destiny,Fate are all scapegoats of our actions that we are not ready to account for...
But then again that's my view ... You're not supposed to accept any of the views if u don't find any green in it...
And it doesn't make any difference to me...Should you or should you not find paucity in it ... I Don't mind, Why should I ???

I have an opinion , you have yours ... As long as we respect each others opinions irrespective of the fact that they may not be same we are in WIN-WIN situation...And we're in acute dearth of such people who can actually proceed and yet respect and be happy about others progress...



And that's what life's all about....Style of discourse ....Style of disclosure...!!!

Anguish of the unspoken word…

I have lived for very long inside his head,

waiting to be uttered,

like lyrics from a broken song

Today, my dreams have been shattered.

for now, I know

that I will never

see, the light of the day,

enjoy the joy of being alive, ever

will not enjoy the sun in May

The birds though still would carry on

the leaves will fall and the sun will dawn

She had this chance to give me life

even as I lived before we knew ...

And almost.. She gave it but her all.

but If only, this life could renew

to let go of me and let me live in some

one,

never embarked in her embrace

My entity, somewhere was

her own extension, that hid under the cloak of disgrace

To give hope and respite from strife,

that cannot be for such is the harm done

There is no life for me if her wishes die.

no reprise, not an absolution

not one that any death can buy 

She might utter me still

but what of an entity that now remains

A name that’s familiar yet unacceptably ignorable

and here it ends

much deeper than it soothed, when it began

It will not be the same, at best a lie

I will be hollow, devoid of meaning and will

Pronounced, obliterated and finally overwritten

being uttered for there is nothing else to be said

being accepted because there is nothing better to do

I wish I was never born,

Never wanted to be spoken about

But, I was born

born out of hope

An ensemble woven out of perplexities

shadows and I circumvent in the dark

an unhinged rein of this glory,

that’s offsets the humiliation

A plethora of emotions that

best not spoken, portray

How...

we couldn't hold

what we ourselves made...

Hope is what keeps me from being broken.

as silence speaks of forthcoming light

For not everything that matters remains…

A Love not your's ... not mine .



Here we stand on this branch
yet reality has us parted ...

All alone in my room
hangs a heart , that barely started
Why must I be forced to live in mind’s eye?
while I ponder this thought ...

Too much, now that we've dived so deep,
Into the heart of the murky sea,
Its too much joy.. that we sought to keep.

There was a time,
somewhere ...
In the days that have quietly gone by,
When we were content
to be fiercely free ...

And we fought the world hand in hand,
With loved friends,who . . .did understand;

But friends, silent time has passed us by.

She comes to me shy
I smile although I know she’s not near
for her love is an image
through this poor poet’s tear.

Hidden from the nearest lot,
To friend or to foe if known,
It will not remain hidden,for too long

What would I be if I didn't meet you ?
What would life be if I didn't get you ?
I can see the sparkle of love in your eyes,
That will always pry in my mind

But till what period will it stay ?
Will it end one day ?
Will it end with a hole in my heart ?
Or,
Will it . . end with a soothing sign ?


I hoped this love ... would never end,
And stands tight till the years would end

Did I really love her, if i feel this way ?

dReaMs ... Untold ...



Dreams seen .. with open eyes ..
soon as I blinked
they faded away
I closed my eyes ..
to find there remains
tethering too bright ,
distant .. from the anvil
they leapt away ....
As I catch a glimpse
of the moonlight
My dreams . . .
they hide somewhere ...
Or perhaps
they joined the departed creed ...
I can hear distant cries,
screaming from within
can't seem to find them anywhere ...
Like a dry twig,
in the absence of wind
my life , it has come
to a morbid standstill
A beginning or an end,
neither matters
when I am walking without a sight
I carry the empytiness
as remains within these confines
Though
we parted moments ago I feel,
the numbness never ceased
broken or crimeated ,
forgotten perhaps,never apparent ..
The way I saw
my tommmorow's unfold
Dreams , why do they
run away and hide
unhindered, boundless world within me
Where do they reside ..?
I see myself, sans these inhibitions
demeanours and retreats
clasping to my entity ...
I can't see my tomorrow's
I don't like my yesterdays
can't seem to change things till ..
I dont let go of these broken wings

Did i even dream to begin with ... ?

INSATIABLE

What is insatiable ...

Is it something that we do not hold ..

Or things never heard of ...

or told . . .

Is seperation the only pain in life ?

Why necessity is preceeded by desires

and

need by will ?

Who is to say .. and who to blame ?

The quench .. the absolution ..

so far

And everything in between ..

Right there

We cant but stop and stare

And feel and not say ..

but even If we could

It, we wouldnt do ..

The Life we hold ..

the love thats growing cold

The tears

that no longer come out

with a smile

Broken Wings have a home tonight ...

Is it necessary to have and to hold ?

What is the harm in doin things, not told ?

Why fear death,

something noone's ever seen ?

Why the roads and pastures .. far and distant

always look green ...

And in the tracks .. is life unheard

felt .. but not seen

The tempest awaits ..

ingnonimity behold ..

Curtains Draw closer ...

Brace up for the performance .!

Who is to say of what to let go ...

And what to hold ?

Lets roll the dice ...

And take our chance

Meditative deluge in this trance

Upstaging every prediction ..

The quest for self continues . . .

I wrote her name upon the sand .........

I Wrote her name upon the sand

and came a wave and washed it away

And then i wrote it with another hand

ashore a wave a took it away ...

The remains of the past left in the strands

this time it brought with it her smell
her name fragrated the sea ,my world

i learned then i couldn't breathe air

if it didn't contain her trace

I remembered last time we were here

the waves seemed to acknowledge her

beauty .. her ever growing grace

i was searching for her at bay

but she ...

she was immersed in my heart case,

I took a plunge in myself to find,

but she was scattered and imbibed,

on the tombstone of my cremated disgrace

A candle light on our love's grave,

she is immortal and I die of her name,

A crude accusition I carry of bringing,

obsolescing her embrace

Feelings and emotions better left upon the shore .....

paths and roads on the way ...

roads i travelled
high and low
ways into which
paths
submerge and flow
valleys,rivers
mending all blows
untouched terrains
asking to
be visited
ridges and cliffs
shattering
realities and myths
journeys
long and hard
journeys
far and below
foraying into
places
never knowing
i could
ever go
uuf's and aah's
tremor's and falls
all
encapsulated
by the prized
enchanting waterfall
discovering myself
an entity
so infinitesimly small
in this valley
holding
surprises for one and all

Hear ......what isn't said

Hear ......what isn't said
for what is said
makes no sense at all ...

Hear what is meant to be said
just close your eyes
And open your heart

I don't want to speak
for I have so much to say
I don't wanna listen to you
for it never goes away

Listen to the silence ...
(Can you hear in it my voice ..?)
For it may speak for me

I always had something to say
something ..
that
I could
never summon up & say
but
Since now the tides changed
and no more
washes your name away

I couldn't either
but it just embarked itself on my heart

Now my time's up & ... out
I haven't lost my faith or courage
but with you they went away

A thousand words i can take to say
what i couldn't .
all the while it was to be said

Now that I'm a bundle of hay
dry, battered , useless...discarded away

Hear ... behind the words
in the silence of the sulken night
some bonds ... will always remain
maybe next time round .. I'll have my say !




This poem is dedicated to anyone
and everyone who has loved but could not say ...