सवाल (Question)

Ever wondered why most brilliant minds are the most curious ones?

If you did then you are brilliant as well.

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सवाल (Question)

Knowledge is pristine and ageless,

Which despite abundance is rare to find.

And while it is like time, endless,

Only by one way can it be confined.

Teachers teach their student,

Yet the knowledge level varies.

Some remain evasive while some become prudent

And life in the background simply carries.

Ask questions, ask all the way,

The only way to know the new.

Question is the answer they say,

A secret known to only a few.

-The more you ask, the more you will know.

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Words are the best secret keepers as they never spill out any secret.

Well, until you read them. After that they are like those drunk people who ramble on and on about everything they know and have stored inside their heart.

Seriously, Words!!! Learn to be a good friend for once.

Okay, however here I want you to do what you do best…misguide the world.

This is the story of a 6’1″ tall, narcissist who knows only one thing properly… his heart.

Stubborn, egoistic, determined, charming etc. many adjectives have been associated with him but what is he really?

I hope you help me to find out…

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Oh! dweller, who is looking for self,

Funny how you know everyone but you.

Like all the books that stand in your shelf,

You think you have read everyone you knew.

Oh! dweller, let me know then,

Who am I and what is true?

For all I have heard time and again,

My different versions from many different view.

Let me tell you what is known to a few,

We are what others want us to be.

Oh! dweller, without any further adieu,

Do convey what you actually see.

Take on Mistakes

What is life without mistakes?

A mere journey with no learning and sense of accomplishment. So while the world associates mistakes with something negative, let me tell you why I believe they are essential and wonderful.

Keep making mistakes but never repeat one.

Mistakes

You learn only when you try,

And trying comes with its proof.

Learn to look your mistakes in the eye,

For mistakes are never aloof.

Each new mistake has a new take,

And a message to never repeat again.

Remember, it is your goal which is at stake,

Keep learning every now and then.

Trick for life

I am happy to announce that I am happy. Yes, I think that should do…

Hello fellow mortal, playing the game of life. Happiness and Sadness, ups and downs, rights and wrongs are all taking their turns and making you jump the hoops, right?

That’s alright. Life is 10% events and 90% reactions to those events.

So while we cannot control 10%, we can definitely command the remaining 90% with the help of a Trick. A trick for life.

Good Morning to all, all the way from India!

Namaste 🙂

Trick

“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction”

A law of science which is absolute and true.

Also true is the law of ramification,

“Our actions which are reactions have consequences too”.

Most of our open eyed time,

Is spent on figuring out, what to do.

And while this is necessary and prime,

I see a trick for life clearly through.

Embracing events with positivity and smile,

Is the only simple trick we can do.

Being angry, sad, or even scared is not worthwhile,

Something amazing is always hidden from view.

His-Story

This is his story. A story which created history. Very few know him, even fewer understand him and perhaps no one ever got to see the real him.

Who is he?

He is anyone, everyone, and no one.

This is our story. A story of which we all are a part of.

His-Story
A con man with an uncommon genuine smile,
Predicating an image that is still unclear,
Is always facing some or the other trial,
For his mind has both courage and fear.

Humble at the very core but not so much on the skin,
Just like the world we so much adore, we too are on a spin.
And to win?, Con man must be a kin,
And so we all have this evil twin.


Passionate is another charm of time,
Without which nothing is fine.
Each step in life is like a line.
His story is for him to design.


To be truthful, not being truthful is alright,
For with situations we need to change our sight.
Lose if you must for trying is right,
His story speaks about everyone's fight.

Alvin, Simon, and Theodore

3 idiots, Harry Potter series, The Hangover, The three musketeers and many more. List can go on for a long time but I think you get the gist.

There is something about a trio. I too am a part of one such trio. Currently stationed far from each other and barely finding time to talk we all know the bond we have and the friendship we share… It’s immune to the decay of time

But why 3?!?

Because while 2 may be playing see-saw, the third one will always ensure that the to and fro continues in the group. Each keeps lifting the other.

The Trio

Three equally stupid but nice people,

From random parts of the world,

Fortunately crossed each other’s path.

What was complex became simple,

As the trio hurled,

Boarding different buses on the same path.

The Calm one is smart, short, and lazy,

But dependable and capable of wonders.

The loud one is confident and quite differently witty,

An army brat with techno thunders.

And the third one is I, your poet yet to prove,

Fortunate to have committed so many blunders.

One’s success motivates the rest,

One’s failure teaches best,

Learn from each other despite who writes the test,

Finding a good friend is the true contest.

Dried Ink

Coming back…

Ironic!

A live street in an iconic city,

Yet everything seems dull as a desert.

Pages are blank while the Pen is witty,

Ironically the writer is unable to assert.

Which brings into question the reason for this,

This void of thoughts in an ever thinking mind.

And as the writer seeks the miss,

He lost his eyes and turned blind.

Chair right in the front made a noise,

As if someone just came and sat.

And in a sound similar to mine, said

“It’s time for you to have a chat”

I listened as I narrated an old story,

Who, What, Why and When came back.

A poet who was in his prime and glory,

Is in need of a whole new track.

And no one else could tell me that,

For no one else knows me for I.

Yes, sometimes you need to put on the wise old hat,

And look for yourself with a blind eye.

The story he narrated is different for each of us,

And so is the struggle, so is the fuss.

Suddenly the voice muted and I could see,

A new path and an awaiting bus…

Paramount

What is the best we can do?

– Give our everything.

What is everything?

– Heart, Hard work, Honesty, and Hope.

Let’s break this dilemma down for once and for all.

Heart:-

In order to achieve, first believe.

For without believe there is no hope.

Ensure your heart is ready to heave,

As it is a steep and long slope.

Hard-work:-

Everything comes for a price,

Dreams too, if you will.

Luck can simply roll the dice,

Hard-work is the greatest skill.

Honesty:-

Pursue only if you are sure,

Time is superior to money.

Honest aim is the trait of mature,

Otherwise you life is just funny.

Hope:-

Once the heart is ready and beating,

Once the mind is prepared to work,

And when honesty is doing your bidding,

Have hope, you will never be stuck.

Age the Rage

Anger, such a negative word, isn’t it? But there is an upside to anger as well.

Imagine a wine if you will, it will make you understand better…

Age the Rage

Do you know the upside of anger?

“There isn’t any”, said the man.

With the same belief lived the fool,

Age the Rage, story thus began.

I met a man who was wronged,

By each and every lyrics and rhyme.

We are but characters who never belonged,

But were allotted the chance with time.

He sits at the top of the hill,

Despite falling, despite being pushed off.

While they tried to break his will,

His aged rage was like a wine, a payoff.

Bursting out is letting go of,

The power, the drive that rage brings.

Nurture it for the right stand-off,

Aged Rage doesn’t shout but sings.

Theory of Relativity

Einstein had it right. Time is relative. That guy sure knew what he was talking about but it got me to wondering, did we get what he was talking about?

Well, most of your are think if we travel faster than the speed of light we will leave time behind or something on those lines and you are not wrong. If we do travel at the speed of light, time will move slowly for us than it does for those who are on Earth. Well, that’s that. However, since you are on a Poetry blog listening to a poet, things have to be presented and understood from a different angle. The Poetic angle.

I am sure you must have waited for something in your life and that you must have spent some time which you felt passed away way too quickly. Now, isn’t that a catch? Relativity here as well??

Knowledge is pristine and ageless,

Which despite abundance is rare to find.

And while it is like time, endless,

Only by one way can it be confined.

Teachers teach their student,

Yet the knowledge level varies.

Some remain evasive while some become prudent

And life in the background simply carries.

Ask questions, ask all the way,

The only way to know the new.

Question is the answer they say,

A secret known to only a few.

Words are the best secret keepers as they never spill out any secret.

Well, until you read them. After that they are like those drunk people who ramble on and on about everything they know and have stored inside their heart.

Seriously, Words!!! Learn to be a good friend for once.

Okay, however here I want you to do what you do best…misguide the world.

This is the story of a 6’1″ tall, narcissist who knows only one thing properly… his heart.

Stubborn, egoistic, determined, charming etc. many adjectives have been associated with him but what is he really?

I hope you help me to find out…

Einstein had it right. Time is relative. That guy sure knew what he was talking about but it got me to wondering, did we get what he was talking about?

I am sure you must have waited for something in your life and that you must have spent some time which you felt passed away way too quickly. Now, isn’t that a catch? Relativity here as well??

So here goes…

Theory of Relativity

While sitting on my allotted train seat,

And staring out the moving cabin,

I awaited a long longed letter.

The trickster time kept varying its spin.

Slow, it was moving very slow indeed,

So I compared it with a different time.

One where I was full of excitement and laughter,

While committing a ridiculous crime.

In the blink of an eye, I remembered,

That time passed me by.

Funny enough now that I see,

My e-letter too just arrived. Secret is,

When we start doing what we adore,

Even the slow clock starts to fly.