Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

#13 Ignorance - ain't a bliss

Hatred is accepted with a bow,
But not the way thou overlook,

Of all the things that mean to thou,
Mine exsistance ain't worth a mention,

Useless, unworthy and trashed
Avoided, ignored and smashed,

I die, I die, I die every moment,
Knowing I ain't needed anymore,

I behold, keep intact, still a hope,
One day will rise, when thou,

Might notice my absence,
Might need me the way I do,

I'll wait, I'll wait,
As long as I can behold,

Despise, dislike even make me cry,
But never ignore till I die...
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#12 Not in love

A/N- This was scribbled almost 2 years back, kindly ignore the silliness, mushiness..
Umm.. better ignore the whole post...


It’s just that, sometimes you come in my dreams

It’s just that, sometimes you don’t lemme sleep
Sometimes I think of you, sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I miss you, some times I don’t
When I see you I literally shake
People around me think I am a freak
Oh no! I am not in love with you
It’s just that wherever I see, I see "you"…

Someone is ruling my dreams and thoughts
Someone’s name dominates everything I wrote
When I see some one, my heart rate goes high
When I talk to him, I swear I can touch the sky
Someone is remembered all the time
Wishes are made for him to be fine
Oh no! I am not in love with you
It’s just that the “someone” is you…

All I need is someone to care
Someone who holds my hand and says “I m always there”
Someone with whom I can always talk and share
Some one who’ll love me like a lover not a player
Someone on whom I can always rely
Someone who can make me smile even when I cry
Oh no! I am not in love with you
It’s just that I wish the “someone” is you…

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A thing of beauty.. is a joy forever.

John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) a poet, a lover, a soul who saw what many couldn’t and said what had been unsaid for too long, un-felt by many and maybe not yet understood by much more.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing…

‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’ as the phrase announces, a thing of beauty, be it a beautiful rose swinging in garden beside or the rains pouring in the green valley, even the high raised mountains, every thing created by the almighty is beautiful and has a soothing effect on a turbulent, disheveled soul.

A memory of a long lost friend, a stupid mistake done in childhood, the first love, the first touch, the first kiss, a small eye contact with a cute stranger, the touch of mother’s hand when we are depressed, father’s hug when we accomplish something, even the tears that come out after a great laugh- a thing of beauty, a sweet memory has the power to revive us even in the saddest of the mood, makes us smile even in depression.

A beautiful object is treasured in our mind forever, it provides an eternal and everlasting joy of happiness that never fades with time but multiplies manifold whenever we revisit those memories. As it’s said ‘A perfect world will be a disaster’ thus life is imperfect, unexpected and un-satisfying, but that’s the way it’s meant to be, ain’t it?

What if every thing goes the way we want? What if one day we wake up and know we have no dreams left unfulfilled? What if every rain accompanies a beautiful rainbow, will there be the same happiness when we get the opportunity to see it once or twice in springs? What if every night is blessed with a sweet and lovely dream, then would there be the same smile on our face when we wake up, when we usually have them once in the blue moon? Even the repetition of the most perfect moments in our life continuously will cause mental trauma...

Life is a struggle for success, our paths towards success many a times gets obstructed by deceit and selfishness of our friends and we suffer pangs of defeat and in much destructive cases loss of hope which makes us develop a sad and disdainful approach to life… and in those cases of utter darkness the only things that has the power to bring us out of the state is- memories of the beautiful times spent with our loved ones..

A thing of beauty is a joy forever,
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

~John Keats

John Keats, You are still alive in hearts of every lover, may your soul rests in peace.

~A worshiper of John Keats and his creations

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#11 The 'touch' it was

Though ‘twas smooth,
Yet sparks flew.
Soft and gentle,
Yet passion intact.

Calmness of sea,
Warmth of the sun.

Silence spoke volumes,
Yet no songs heard.
Budding new feelings,
Deep seated emotions.

The touch 'twas
something new, something rare..

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#10 Uncertainty

Unsaid words, unexpressed emotions
There’s this pinch of pain even in bliss
Uncertainty of future, fear of losing
Imperfections of life, awful and amusing...

#9 Everlasting shadows

(dedicated to all my friends)

Our paths collided we met
That time was amazing, not to forget
Friends, the memories you gifted
Are the hardest things to live with

I miss you when I have chips
I miss you when I take cold drink sips
I miss the class we shared
I miss the days we didn’t cared

Together we sang songs for long
Now they seem lifeless to sing alone
Small fights and big smiles
Criticizing like small kids for a while

Teasing for even a smile of a guy
Wiping each other’s tears when they cry
Being the counselor for the one depressed
Flattering teachers to make them impressed

All the fun restricted to last bench
Attacking canteen in break, for lunch
Together we played ‘truth or dare’
Shouting in midst “that’s not fair”

Standing with hands up till teacher felt mercy
Gossiping about any current hearsay
Walking carefree with broad smile
Commenting on every step and style

Tons of crushes, hiding of secrets
Studying till late nights
Those days were the best
When life only meant- rest

When only thing broken were pens
When throwing PJs was a fun
When goodbyes meant only till tomorrow
Memories of those days is part of sorrow

I wish to go back to that time
When falling tears also meant “I am fine”
Sometimes I sniff while I remember those days
When life was a beauty in every way…

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#8 Vale of sorrow

Once upon time, life was smooth
Then one day I collided with the truth
Something that left me stiff
Like I was hanging on a cliff

I felt my heartbeat stopped
I felt my heart being chopped
Numbness took over my mind
Senses went dead, I felt deaf and blind

All the past repeated as flash back
All the colors of life turned black
All my sweet dreams suddenly turned nightmare
No one to console and say “I am always there”

I found myself alone in crowd
In life’s journey I met with thousands frauds
Every relation ended with a betray
Many friends came but no one to stay

Tears roll down my cheeks without pause
To express myself I went short of words
I started fearing my own faith
I discovered my new personality traits

All I know about me is I am surviving yet
Unaware of its purpose and eyes go wet
No hope, no belief to keep me upright
I quitted before the beginning of fight

I know it’s ridiculous but can’t go on
It’s much difficult to live being alone
Things went wrong beyond my expectation
I am weak to face this situation

I don’t want anyone to console
Am not prepared for a betray or fall
Leave me alone lemme explore
Why I am living and what for...?

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#7 Unrequited

I would never lose you, 
For you ain't a battle to compete.
I might never win you, 
For I know I got too many imperfections.
I can't let you go, 
For you rule my mind every second.
I can't hold you forever, 
For i never owned you to do.
I might never remember you, 
For we made no memories.
I might never forget you, 
For I exist to think about you.
I don't love you for things you say, 
For everything remained unsaid.
I don't love you for the way you made me feel, 
For you kept your distance forever.
I won't stop you when you turn to leave, 
For I have no rights to do.
Unconditional unreciprocated...
Maybe it was meant to be.

#6 Dream world

Rains of love, fragrance of care
No hatred or enemy to be there
Where sun will shine just for a while
And moon will light up with a smile
A home made of feelings, which are true
In which only two people live, me and you
Our names engraved on the main door
Happiness spread all over, from roof to floor
Together we stay all the times
Our world should always be so fine
No worries, no hurries, when you are along
Every moment, life will play a wonderful song
The dream world I made, is built around you
Nothing will be same if made without you
Of this world, of this dream, life is you
Even I exist, it’s because of you
It feels so beautiful when I am holding your hand
I wish journey of life should never end…

#5 A girl

(Contribution for the cause- Save the girl child!)

We born as a father’s dream
Mothers hope, a new lights beam
Sibling’s friend and secret holder
Advisor and guide as we grow older
Our tolerance is tested at every step
Our ways are full of thorns and whips
Victims of several shameful incidents
We are treated like worthless residents
We fear getting out after dusk
In every field we are separated like husk
They are unaware we have the power
To move mountains and stop rivers any hour
We have dived in marina trench, invaded space
Scaled Mount Everest, won every race
We are worshipped as goddess
Our presence is counted as priceless
Whole humanity took birth from our womb
Now this humanity us pushing us to doom
Murdering us will affect your fate, Beware

#4 Nothing but a thought.

Not a poem, not a verse... just a random thought.

Smoke from the Anmol candles factory after the fire was extinguished- Hindustan times. 31 October, 2010.

I saw the burning 
I saw the loss
I saw my dreams on fire

I saw them mourning
I saw them weep
It killed my all desires

Slowly steadily, over the years
We made our small world
One click- it's a history

Maybe it was meant to be
Maybe it's the wish of destiny
Fate, well it's a mystery

Maybe not now
Maybe not yet
But soon enough

We will grow
We will rise
We will create a new ancestry.