Destiny sung its lullaby..............

Hush... here I’m standing on the doorway,
I’m the deciding destiny, humming a lullaby,
Listen to the story of my existence,
That would let you know the secret of my vengeance....
Me and my friend-‘Life’,
play criss-cross together at your palm,
As we can’t meet the expense,
to see each other on the same path..
I’m free; no one can bind me,
But poor Life, mind sets her boundary....
You wonder who among both us rule each other,
Well,, shhhhh I tell you this secret.
I hide my foe under the mask of naming her my friend,
We are the two ends of your power within....
I sparkle the omens under different aura,
She tries to mend it by the materialistic stigma,
Who wins this race is completely in your hands,
You choose the contour of lines in your hands...
The deciding destiny is to be decided by your plan,
And Life’s is executed according to the chosen plan,
Unleash the ends of your power intelligently,
and try to comprehend with this secret secretly...
so before I bid you my last Goodbye,
Don’t forget me and my foe,
so Hush... here I’m ready to go away from this doorway,
I’m the deciding destiny, humming the last line of my lullaby...

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Irony in- Rally...

No doubt, “rally” serves as a big political battleground which serves as a good medium to let some people put forward their views to the party currently in charge of the government.. On the behalf of other people who share same opinions and come to join the rally, Orator of the rally gets the opportunity to speak out their combined outlook over a subject for which a full-fledged rally is conducted. But unfortunately, these days “rally” has lost its significance and a simple IRONY has got attached over the way “rally” is conducted.
Few days before, one of the busy streets of Delhi@ Sansad Marg where even a simple traffic jam cannot be afforded; but there, half of the road was blocked. Why?

Because of the “rally” which was conducted by the members of the opposition party. Orator of the party was standing over the truck, was pouring out the agenda/ opinions at the top of his voice on a loud speaker in very aggressive tone. Well, no issues that the rally was conducted in a manner (a good orator, assembled with few people, shouting their views with banners and slogans in hands) that it seemed to be perfect to any person.
But did any one realize that the rally which they were conducting was purposeless?


Following points would reflect the barren side of the rally:

 Views were spoken, but IRONICALLY IN FRONT OF ITS OWN MEMBERS who already knew and had come to join the rally.

 They start supporting their views and try to mask them behind the NAME OF “JANTA” (INDIAN PEOPLE) who I guess, doesn’t even know that a “rally” is being conducted for them.
It’s so IRONICAL that before people gets to know about any particular law or bill that has been passed by law of the country and they can decide whether its for their benefit or not, Politicians decide for them. why? We have not given them this right to decide on our behalf.

 Heavy security is made available for these people in rally? Why? If they think they are doing a good for work for people in India. Then IRONICALLY what they afraid off? Don’t you think aim of giving security is losing its aim?

 They claim that they think and care about “janta”, but IRONICALLY, they BLOCK ROADS AND JAM TRAFFIC which instead of helping, CREATE PROBLEMS FOR” janta” .

 Why they conduct rally at any place? When government has constructed big grounds to carry out such things, why they choose only busy roads? To grab media attention. Wow!! Isn’t that appreciable?
Rather than peacefully and directly telling to the party who is in charge of the government, IRONICALLY, the purpose of rally has shifted mere to inform media....

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My Verge !!

On my verge, I stood,
Welcomed the unwelcomed wind,
Fought against the perceptible change till I could,
Though, to run away was my only will.
Past.

From my verge, I fall,
But confused to trace the side I belong,
Silent words remain unspoken,
But Divine gave back my faith that was shaken.
Present.

On my verge, I stand,
Sensing the world with different angle,
Now smile and happiness I converse with,
Keeping the faith is the truth I live with.
Future.

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NEED…….of the hour

"In the false darkness of night,
between the dreadful, is the moonlight
Symbolically Truth- Of purity & shine,
which one desire, having faith in Divine..

Gang of tribulations that surrounds you,
is chimera , which betrays you and me,
Making forcefully think, Does there exist something??
Or is there any reality, in love, care or understanding??

But still, NEED of the hour is to HOPE,
To smell the fragrance of wine, which,
in its fakeness, shows happiness,
Which we fail to discover..

NEED is to accept that,
Reality, Love, Promises, Compassion still exist,
but ONLY, if we truthfully believe in them.
As one gets TRUE LOVE if one truly loves someone,
Gets FAITH if one honestly has faith in the other person..

NEED is to LIVE,
through the hypocrisy of the world,
Because it's worth a million treasure,
Full of mysterY:
Of fakeness and truth-
In between the Hour of NEED and my Youth.."

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Pixilated Journey Of Life...

An illusion book of mind,
Pages of past and future are together combined,
Cynical now seem the way of thinking,
Unclear present makes life, a pixilated journey.

Deserted dreams and flashing failure,
Catastrophic career with big barriers,
Blurred aims now wander aimlessly,
Lost hope makes life, a pixilated journey.

Hateful hates and exiled emotions,
Expected expectations with rusted relations,
Togetherness is searched in somebody's company,
Broken hearts makes life, a pixilated journey.


Cracked slumber and silent cries,
Limited truths and thousands lie,
Impatience for learning patience,
Rugged picture is the pixilated journey of life.

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My Unexpected guest!!


It was when I was small,
That I dreamed few fantasies,
Pure, bubbly, sugary were they,
I wondered, would they ever happen as expected someday??

Aide, my heart was, embracing them tight,
Told them to wait till the right time,
As Destiny enfolds each imagination you aspire,
Just be patient to feel your desires...

Pace of life made me put them behind my back,
I got busy in the diary of my life,
Then one day something was knocking my door,
I opened it, my fantasies said, “Hello”!!

Cherished moments left their mark on the pages of life,
It was then; I sensed Sweet fragrance with sweet wine,
Said cheers to all my fantasies with whom i dined,
Who came as my unexpected guest in my life....

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I ‘m - “STILL”


Like fiords in the city,
My presence is always found in between,
I adjust between uncertainties of emotions,
But alas, can’t help myself....

In spite of everything is my meaning,
I’m the support, for the discontented feeling,
I scamper on the frame of mind,
I stand on the diving line...

Lost in the horde of words,
I try to find my identity,
But no matter if I’m like waifs and strays
I will continue to live this way...

I will always remain STILL,
Neglected, uninvited, problematic,
But STILL, my need for you can’t be ignored,
As I connect the words in the horde...

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MY ONE WiSH

Life show us scary things,
making us feel to shout and scream.
A moment, come and take everything away,
just like a burly ocean wave…

Mind gets choke,
and stabs hard the soul,
Tears get contaminated inside,
within heart, its pain that only resides…

Ears wish to be deaf,
to avoid listening to dreadful enough.
Like talks of someone’s last breath,
or failure of a desired success...

Seeing dried up and dead beat eyes,
on separation of a close beside,
or standing alone with the world outside,
which is full of unexpected joys and cry’s…

Mind fails to believe,
the story of this avaricious life,
where some, with ruthless brain,
always laugh on others pain…

Like minds of devils,
they are slaughterer of kindness.
Criminals for hating sympathy,
who kick trust and faith callously…

No matter in which moment I dwell,
whether in my joy’s or in any regret.
Whatever destiny gonna illustrate,
either against or in my favor,
My one wish from the power,
whom I keep the faith,is that,
even in no hope to win the race,
don’t make me so weak,that,
I take away my breathe,
and forever go to sleep, underneath……

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I want my answer from Divine!!
Sunset kissed the horizon before my eyes,
steadily bade its goodbye shine,
dreadful thoughts engrossed the mind,
I Gazed above, to question Divine..

Why I failed to see the manifestation,
Of the face of Humanity??
Why  i failed to listen to the composition,
hummed by the yelling mercy....

Cold blooded eyes, is what I see,
Hatred, is what I feel,
Smoke of war, is what I breathe,
Cruel minds seem the only left creed.

Mass destruction, is evident, I see,
The "Dove" can't perch on a single tree...
humanity, now a prisoner of brutality,
tormented by curses and cries..

When desire to breathe is common,
Escorting peace and compassion,
Why develop a picture of life?
Where man turned into a cannibal tribe?

Trust has been assassinated,
Relations lay, deep down buried,
“Orphan”, is now a new religion,
“Darkness”, is now a new vision..

To open eyes in a liberal world,
now seems to be a hopeless dream,
freedom to live for mankind,
now seems to be a punishable crime..

I want my answer from Divine,
why there is no peace in mind??
I want my answer from Divine,
Where is now true mankind??

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For this life……….
“
Listening to the Cadence of the pace of life,
Catching the sight of the figment of imagination of life,
Is nothing, but sensing the life..

Unknown yet known,
Far away yet close,
Spinning in the mind,
Is the essence of life..

Vague, often it seem,
Sometime like a Hypothetical dream,
Sometime, like a Long Road, walking alone,
Sometime, like a Mysterious Puzzle, hard to solve,

It is life, full of suRprise,
Gift wrapped with cry’s from outside,
but promise, loads of delight inside.
Seeming Complicated always,
makes you fucKed up in many phase,
But this is the way it is,
Always seeming tough and running in pace,
it is simple and calm beneath its surface….

It’s a Soul,
that’s living after the Death and even before,
it is taken as Journey,
whose aim and destination is always searched for….

Life--difficult to elucidate,
is yet, very interesting game to be played,
what it Hopes, always get accomplished,
if in Hope one truly believes..

SAVOUR for this life,
FIGHT for this life,
DREAM for this life,
ASPIRE for this life,
ENVISION for this life,
LISTEN for this life,
LOVE for this life,
HELP for this life,
RESPECT for this life,
FEAR for this life,
LIVE for this life,
DIE for this life…..

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