Fear

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.

A voice echoed in my ear,

How far is our destination?

To a question whose answer is not clear,

I said, “Perhaps the final station”

A long silence persisted for a while,

Which on breaking asked about fear,

Dear voice, “Life is like a trial,

It can never be too clear”.

It further asked about patience,

Plenty required if you ask me.

Truth of life is based on the very essence,

Untill your last act your destination is to be.

Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)

Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.

This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…

Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)

See to know…know to read

Happy Monday!

Hello,

I know we made it to the weekend and we are thrilled about it. However since the week is coming to an end, we also should end something. Something which lives inside everyone one of us, something we deal with every day.

You know what? I found a way!!!

Come, let me tell you about it.

“Read to know…know to read”

Fear

Figment of mind or a horror for real?

Eclectic emotion bearing a dark seal,

A poisonous fruit that is hard to peal,

Remember how it made you feel?

Preying on our weakness and our emotion,

Crippling our every notion, it grows…

A never ending, never dying poison,

It runs deeper than our mighty oceans.

How to end it? Is the right question,

Some say by facing it, some say through devotion,

It starts by the act of confession,

To end it’s rein, to end it’s possession.

Every Fear is different in itself,

No one knows it better than yourself,

However to win over it you need the same tool,

Fear fear for it turns you into a fool.

Fear cripples us, surrounds us, makes us weak and helpless. It stops us from doing all that we can and should do.

Fear the work of fear, because there is nothing more horrifying than losing the real you.