Electrically

Enthusiasm and overwhelming,

Running through my veins and blood,

I did it,

I made it happen,

I went ahead cringing,

To take the stage,

My self belief made it happen,

My high ambitious dreams were successful,

My achievements were unlocked,

My mission was accomplished,

Self belief,

The most powerful weapon in the world,

Using it at the right time,

Without the excess use,

Otherwise it will get rusted,

And won’t be able to fight others.

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An old memory

I was viewing my photo album,

Just remembering my old ones.

I wish they could have stayed longer,

To have more conversations,

To have met more people,

And seen more skies,

Below which I swooned.

I was thinking of the old days,

When I began to wonder,

If only I had read more books,

And whistle more tunes to myself,

I’d have been not a vagabond at heart today.

Perhaps it was only for the good.

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I’d like to thank Scott Rainer for having written a large part of this poem, and inspiring me to write the rest. he is an amazing writer of great talent.

Silent hour

Nobody moved,

Nothing changed,

All of them were at their places,

I was waiting for a ice-breaker,

I was afraid to do it by myself,

The ticking sound echoed in the ear,

It was such a silent place,

Pin-drop-silence is not a strong adjective to describe the silence,

As silent as the night,

As silent as the stars.

This continued happening,

Till another silent hour passed by.

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Beneath the ground

Love,

It’s power and it’s beauty,

Even in times of grief is never forgotten.

Death and life. 2 amazing words,

They make sense even to the uneducated,

Their sense a song sung so often.

The song, a piece of melodic art.

Sometimes that art is stupid,

Sometimes it just makes me feel.

Feelings that shall never die.

Love’s dark. Wicked. Sad. Depressing.

The other words you know.

It’s evil.

It’s envious.

Perhaps it knows that it’s incarnations are never heard.

Perhaps it knows that it means nothing.

Do not let me fade

A black eyed bird, comfortably adjusting herself to the branch. The moonbeams were slowly fading away from the tree. It felt as if the bird was isolated and was hunted by the lonely sun rays which had just raised over the mountains. The bird was unhappy with this natural phenomena. She felt as if the moon and the shining stars were her only friends and companion. The wonderful dreams for the bird and the moon was slowly heading towards them. An impressive conversation took place between them, and it was enough for the bird to be satisfied for the next few days. Before the mighty sun can enter the eyes of the bird, the serene moon described her about how life was miserable was for her. The bird wished to joined the moon and continue the conversation. “Hey, I am a lot brighter than my friends.” These were the lines the bird spoke. Yes, the bird was a shining star in the adorable sky.

Drawn by me!!

The game which makes me fall in dilemma



The game of life makes me puzzeled,

The life is sometimes beautiful,

And sometimes it can be obnoxious,

Sometimes delightful, sometimes despondent,

This is how life goes,

Consider it as a short journey,

Enjoy it as much as you can,

The time is limited,

So be quick with your actions.

Life is a one stop shop,

Like the quest towards happiness.



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Think again

Think again before you argue,

Think again before you start fires,

Think again on the decisions you made,

Think again for people the people you hurt today,

Think again on your thoughts about life,

Think again about this world,

Think again for the mistakes you made,

Now do no think again to doubt yourself.

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Let my country awake

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake – Rabindranath Tagore

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