Reincarnation…..

Hi friends…..
my another piece of poetry…..
if you U like it…..surely give comments…..if not then positively give them….

Living a life alone makes me mad,
Having no one special indicates me bad.
I have long life to live ahead,
With no one different as you, I had.
Since you went away from my life,
I have no happiness or joy to energise.

What ever you did to my life was good,
Your influence mend myself as far you could.
You changed my style, my dress and attire,
My change was drastic and path for me to retire.

Lonliness as I mentioned is devouring me up,
No need of new life, for I drink from death cup.
I missed you so much but never did you turned up,
And I got treated like a stray pup.
Expections lead to breaking whole of me,
Feeling of being left by one never turns me free.

What you wanted and what you got is not clear,
For I know, you left me live my life in fear.
Your descarding me off shattered my life,
Speculations concerning me and you was rife.

I got to teach you lesson some day,
Cause I can’t let you go turning my life grey.
See how harsh I have become,
It is all because of you I turned scum.
Its now my time to take action,
For now I will avenge for all created chain reation……… 

Born From Ashes

Hello friends,

Do u all still remember me…
ghosh!!!!  such a long time to connect to this family of
bloggers…….

I really missed this blogging part…..

I was such badly engaged that I could’nt blog for almost 4 months…

I swear by God to be regular now on my blog….I thank all my readers who
frequently visited my blog to see if anything new written….

I want to dedicate a short poem for all of them who remembered me…

Right here from my side I say a word to you,
Women are just illusion as momentry dew.
Donot let your heart befall on her,
Cause you loose yourself as you were.
You feel like flying on top of clouds,
Among all, you feel different from the crowd.

Is this what we call love?
Cause this is the magical dove.
Or just we call it an attraction?
No! cause this have no sudden action.

Im right its love what leads to such emotion,
Have you ever thought what is this potion.
In my words its nothing but destruction,
Which changes a man into a slow motion.
Love is the key to demotion,
Changing status of mind and its notion.

If you ever ask me about love,
I’ll tell how it gave me a shove.
I was once jolted with this tool,
Which turned me bore from cool.

Friends, if you ever felt this emotion,
You are attempting a suicide in its ocean.
I have no second life left to continue,  
For my love got discontinued…
This love stuff made me what I m today,
Im happy and sad for all I have to pay…….
 

My School Days

The days of delight, pleasure and happiness,
The days of liberty , freedom and joyfulness.
The days when I had the first experience of love,
The days when I had the first break off.
The days which motivated me to study,
The days which that gave me my best buddy.

Yes, these days are my School Days….
Days….which I will never tend to forget….
That span of life taught me to live my true life,
Those days gave me many things which helps me yet.

The teachers’ memories still linger my heart,
Those teachers were mine parents at school….
Feeding me with the knowledge and information,
Never allowing me to think of any fascination.
Im indebted to those faries of education,
I bow before them for their dedication.

School campus still haunts my dream….
Remembering the canteen where I use to have my meal.
I still remember of forty buggs I have them to give,
The Labs, where I use hide from classes comes in my dream.

Those Golden Years of life are my best memories,
Those moemories are all real but not fantasies.
Whenever I come across that old building,
I get inspired, self-motivated for my new beginning.
That school life we get once in life-time,
Enjoy that time….but always keep your studies at prime.

Parents……………

HI !!!…. Friends sorry for not being regular in my blog
‘Cause I went out of station , But I read all ur beautiful
and encouraging comments……

Thanks to all who visited and are visiting my blog…………

Now Im going to dedicate a short poem to all parents.

“Parents, the only one who really care for us,
The only one who truly nurses us.
They are the special gift for us from the Above,
The only one who till their end bestows blessings and love.
Their care is the tool which mends us,
The power of their love is responsible for our success.

They stake everything to make us a proper human being,
They spend their each penny to make our future bright.
They make themselves responsible for our well-being,
They do all these without thinking, they can be in any plight.

They provide us all basic amenity,
Providing us all they themself live in adversity.
Though they might not be highly educated,
They find them in us, well atticated.
Their basic aim is to mend our personality,
Full of good behaviour, manner and morality.

Though their behaviour for us is always positive,
Why do we shun them, reaching the great height of success?
Why do we dicard them leaving them with no objective?
Why are we so stone hearted to leave them in distress?

Ask orphans…. who live without anyone,
And we….discard our parents with noone.
This very boon of God seems to become bane to many,
For they really forgot who arranged for their each penny.
C’mmon let us pledge before God, never to leave them alone,
For we are the only hope, who can save their life from cyclone.”
 

New Beginning…..

Now the year has changed .I smell a fragnance of change in the surrounding. I see the winter gripping up in the atmosphere .

Vegetation declining….Stray animals shivering….sunlight diminishing….leaves dying….flowers drying….

These few indications seems little tough to be accepted or rather one may not like them . What I think is….this is really nice….for it has always being my philosophy
“Destruction leads to the New Beginning” .

Because every positive perceptive has a negative one masked on it….
What we actually like is peace and serenity out in the world .But do we understand from where happiness and joy comes….No….Every joy and happiness is related to the certain suffering and someone’s toils .
What I want to convey is,….as the winter season changes to spring season ( usually called season of joy ,mirth and happiness) we see a gradual change in the environment and the atmosphere .We see changes in all the things which were affected by the winter season .Each and every object of this mother earth experiences a new nerve of happiness.

Green vegetation occurs….animals dance and play….days are sunny….new leaves grows….new flowers bloom.

The mother nature discards off her old clothes and wears the new one.
This cycle repeats itself each year.
Without even stopping since millions of years .This a part of the lesson ,which we should learn from the mother nature .

“The change is neccessity of the Mother Nature and all the being living in it”
 –G. Bernard Shaw 

First Night Of The New Year……

In the dark night tonight when I cry,
The moon and the stars are in joy.
This night when all rejoice,
I sob and cry with no choice.
The night which an advent of a new year,
Brings me sadness , wispering in my ear.

The feelings that I bore,
Are tending to give me sores.
This sadness is walking over my other feelings,
No choice left but to bear this unhealing.

What!!.. should I celebrate this new year tonight?
Or should I rejoice over my new plight?
Should I dance and make merry?
or should I be silent and be weary?
Should I look for my gift tonight?
or should I cry or be quite?

When I think this night about the new year,
I get confused ,whether Im gonna do my life the steer?
For my life is driven away from the happiness,
Someone Above is responsible for stoping its progress.

Even this very new year gives me a little hope,
For mending me up and giving me a little scope.
What should I think about this new year?
Whether it will give me a joy or again the same fear.
Since it is the first night of this unsuspecting new year,
The time will decide for me ,if it be a kind or an austere.

Expectations (from me……)

 

“Expectations”, the word that has it all to say,
The word which we even expect to express to say.
Though not difficult in meaning,
The word itself proves the convening.
Is life standing on methodology of expectations?
For yes, ’cause many lives depend upon its formulation.

Are expectations for me just a path,
For fulfillment of some old promises that I kept?
Oh no… if it is the truth…..
My happinness will soon be swept.

I have recently developed many aspirations,
I think expectations will turn them down into a contradiction.
I have one path to follow,
Should I do what Im expected or should my aspirations suffer gallows?
Im in amidst of a meander of life,
Where no one to help or no one to guide.

Should I speak truth to all those expecting people,
That expectations from me is like gambling on a lame horse?
Instead I must kill my aspiration and afix them using steeple,
The path Im going to take makes me to change my course.

“Expectations”, Im being chained by this word,
Chaining down tightly makes my heart to bleed.
Crying millions of time, no one to hear my sibbing,
For my jive and enthusiasm has started fading.
Since I’ve decided what to do and what not to do,
I should wipe my tears, steady myself, on what is now in lieu.   

Truth…… that worry me.

 

I can neither run nor hide
Nor can run far away from the truth.

The truth that I fear of,  if come out
May explore me and myself to fade out.

The truth with which I lived
Seems to protrude out from my heart.

Uneasy, precarious this truth makes of me
Making me unstable this truth has overpowered me.

Im not in my sense to respond
Neither can anyone librate me from this bond.

What should I do to mask my truth?
There is no curtain to conseal this bitter vermouth.

It seems this reality mocks at my disability
One day it will take advantage of my fallibility.

This truth makes me really mad
Reminding me all ills and wrong I had.

Nowhere to escape but only to live life at stake
And fearing for disclose and my life suffer quake.

 

Choices ,Decisions and Confusions!!

We can try to avoid making choices by doing nothing,
but even that is a decision.When making a decision
of minor importance, I have always found it advant-
-ageous to consider all the pros and cons.

• In vital matters, however, such as the choice of a mate or a
  profession, the decision should come from the unco-
  -nscious, from somewhere within ourselves.
•  In the important decisions of personal life, we should be
  governed, I think, by the deep inner needs of our
  nature.

I am an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but
I’m on my way.

Some of the thoughts I would like to share with my readers:-

•  ”An intellectual is someone whose mind
  watches itself.”
•  ”A pessimist sees the difficulty in
  every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity
  in every difficulty.”
• “Hope is a good breakfast, but
  it is a bad supper.”
• “The life that is unexamined is
  not worth living.”

My Assumptions Of Life

Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it
you can. We don’t see things as they are, we see them
as we are.Only a life lived for others is worth living.

A person starts to live when he can live outside
himself. Few are those who see with their own eyes and
feel with their own hearts.The most beautiful experi-
-ence is the mysterious.It is the source of all true
art and science. He who can no longer pause to wonder
and stand wrapped in awe is as good as dead. His eyes
are closed. Not everything that counts can be counted,
and not everything that can be counted counts.

I never think of the future. It comes soon enough. There are
only two ways to live your life.

• One is as though nothing is a miracle.
• The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Now it remains the choice of my readers to choose
to leave everyting to destiny and wait for “miracle”
or live their life upto their expectations and their
aspirations.