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Poetic Mind

I wept, maybe mumbled
A few mediocre poems
Reciting whatever I know litttle
And I knew nothing at all
But I know
You and I
Are two different rivers
Coming from opposite direction
To meet at confluence
Singing two different melodies
And then
You and I became a story
A story of incredible love
That it heals all the scars given by the time
And slowly
Under the sky
Surrounded by breeze
You and I became “Us”

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Poetic Mind

I am lost

Lost again in human vulnerabilities

and this time

I no longer need to be found…

I am a mess

Mess full of my own peccadillo

and this time

I no longer urge to be guilty…


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Poetic Mind

These days i think a lot
My thoughts have a chain of trails
And they are no less than a prayer
Its like i am spending my time praying
Praying for every possible good thing that can happen around
I am sticking to my words that i look for misfortunes too
But this time i want to avoid them ignore them and if possible bury them deep down in a ground
I watch myself thinking for things which never ever existed for me
But suddenly and slowly they have piqued my interest
Now i worry for those eyes on a wrinkled face
Sweat mixed in sand
I pray for the rain
I get lost in worries of someone wanting and wafting
But prayers are prejudiced
And I almost sigh with hushed heart
That these musings are my prayers
For someone unknown
From someone unknown
And in this light of prayers
I realize i am not praying for “Becoming”
But I already am
And we all will Remain
As long as we do not fear to be stumbled and stop…

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Ramblings of a confused mind

I am just so confused and have so many questions to ask but I am really afraid, will I be able to find the answers of all of them. Will I be able to understand how it all works. And somewhere deep down I know its like a Flow of wind and to change this flow, I am, as ever, young and powerless. But here I am taking the liberty of my blog page to jot down these musings and question so that you guys can help me to find my answers. I am just curious about where are we all heading towards – A more secure space or to a future which is like a web in which we all are trapped like an insect who is so helpless and powerless to hold on its own life. Yesterday I was watching the news channel and I am really offended by the media coverage. What has happened to our media
I am seriously pissed off by their ways of anchoring and telecast or broadcast…
Have they forgotten that they are their to share real information and facts and not to improvise it accordingly…It’s their responsibility to brodcast but what they all are trying to do is To pass judgements and declare the result…will someone tell them what their real job is! They need to know which is more important—news we want or news we need—who decides the difference, It surely should be them and us together because it will be didactic to ignore what viewers want in favor of something they “should” see. I know sometimes its not necessary or it’s not useful to be harping on old news when there’s news people want to see. But what i am trying to say here is that their news might not be news people want to see, but that news is what people ought to see. Yes its a litany of accusations about how dangerous it is for a reporter to speak before knowing all the facts. Or not revealing all the facts because they are afraid of TRP or ranking but they are forgetting that in the end people believe that reporters only tell the truth, and reporters should have known that, and should know that their words are more frightening than anyone else’s. They ought to know that their words have more weight. And how detestable it is to ignore that responsibility. They ought to Watch their words because they weigh a lot more than they think and especially when their job is all about what they say…a reporter’s job is to report the news, and make it seen by people, and lawmakers, and the president and prime minister and make them see the fact where they are going wrong and not to sell their news. They ought to know how dangerous it is to report news with impact, without fact. It’s like they all are barking without any basis and they are eager to ignore the facts in favor of impact.

I leave this topic over to you to think about it but I also know there is only one thing which we all can do…Judge a news and then believe in it…

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Poetic Mind

Well what could i say,
If a corner is filled with light of happiness
Another will always be filled with sadness
Is that why I always fear and look for misfortunes even if its in the slightest way possible If I see myself surrounded by happiness.
Is that what’s true
Is it because of morose
I unwillingly approve of sorrows
I know People are no one
But they are everyone
And we cant deny and isolate ourselves and go staggering
We belong to them
It does not matter whether we fit in or not, it never did
We connect and communicate
And the only thing which is our talisman is Emotions
Than why fake them
Why do we all wear a mask
When all we have with us are
Our Emotions
Our emotions defines our motion
And we should obey this regulation
Its not a revelation
But I am shockingly surprised with the action
Because while I am writing this
Weighing no less than an ocean
I still don’t use the technique of ablation
Yet i am suppressing my very own emotion…

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Poetic Mind

इस स्वाभाविक बात को
क्यु नहीं समझता जमाना हैं
मैं अगर राह भूल जाऊ
या भटक जाऊ
पर मुझे कश्ती में सवार होकर
मंजिल तक पहुचना हैं
लहरों से लड़कर हि सही
पर अपने सफ़र पर चलते रहना हैं
मुमकिन हैं कि मैं हताश हो जाऊ
गिर भी जाऊ, शयाद टूटकर बिखर जाऊ
मगर मुझे उठकर
फ़िर एक दिन खुद को सँभालना हैं
इसलिए आज खुद को हि अपने आंसू को पोछना हैं
और नाराज़गी के नज़रानॆ को किसी
धुन्धली याद की तरह बेफ़िक्री से पीछॆ छोड आना हैं

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Poetic mind

If only tears were poems

Every drop would have a different story to tell

And every story will be a chinese whisper.

If only you could read in between the lines

You will be knocking at the door of heart

Because poems are a portal to enter inside someone’s Heart