Category Archives: Self

Invitation to Sadness

 

And thus I allowed it’s stay to be conditional,

By letting it reside with others.

For in them I tried to seek,

It, Happiness, whom we smother.

 

Aware but indolent and in denial,

I reassured myself of my choice.

After many reminders and no response,

It decided to silence its voice.

 

And then one day, they all left.

Life, said the note behind.

Along with them it also walked out,

Inviting Sadness to my mind.

 

By the time I realised, I was late,

It had made those “others” great.

So now I no longer search for it,

Happiness, I know you are waiting outside my gate.”

Pressing issues #2

Topic #2

Sacrificing Hobby

 

 

Hey ordinary, how do you do?

Upset? when someone says this to you,

I won’t apologise for being true,

For you did this to yourself, didn’t you?

 

Hobbies are trademarks of individuality,

They may sound same but that’s the only similarity,

For your hobby and your personality,

Combined contribute to your singularity.

 

You had/have a gift,

But you chose to let it go.

If you think your hobby cannot lift,

Look at the legends on whom are the TV shows.

 

No, it’s not late, it’s still out there,

Go on, run after it, catch it and stare,

Grow together, learn and preach,

Your Hobby is your flair.

From my bed to the main door

 

Every morning I take 30 steps,

From my bed to the main door.

Game for the day thus sets in motion,

30 steps determine how much I will score.

 

All the while I seek 3 lines,

What do I want to do today?

How bad do I want it?

Where do I need to improve?

 

What I want is to do better than yesterday,

And I want this feeling every single day.

I lack skills in every direction,

I suppose I am an idiot is what we should all say.

 

With these 30 I leave my house,

Ready to dance to today’s tune,

Every morning from my bed to the main door,

I set myself up as the World impugns.

अकेला कौन है?

Alone, being lonely is as they say, a state of mind.

Let me prove it to you.

 

 

अकेला कौन है?
जब भी किसीने कुछ नया करना चाहा
वो अकेला रहा.
जब भी किसीने अपने मन से जीना चाहा
वो अकेला रहा.
जब भी किसीने अपने आप से सच कहा
वो अकेला रहा.
जब भी किसीने सच सुन्ना चाहा
वो अकेला रहा.

अकेला क्यों रहा?

दुनिया के कुछ नियम और कानून है,
जो मानता है बस उसे ही मालूम है,
खुद को अगर आईने में देख सकते हो तोह,
बात मेरी तुम्हे मालूम है.

अपने शर्तो पे जीना सीखा,
अपनी बात को कहना सीखा,
जो सही लगा वही पूछना सीखा,
बिना झिजक के उड़ना सीखा.

किया वही जो मान से आया,
सुन्ना उसी को जिसको हमने समझाया,
सही चलने की कोशिश में कही,
अपने आपको अकेला पाया.

अकेला हुआ पार अकेला नहीं था,
साथ कभी कम नहीं था,
जब सन्नाटा छाया चारो और,
दर लगा पर साथ वही था.

साथ कौन था?

साथ थी मेरे वो यादें,
वो नजाने कितनी सीख और बाते,
बचपन से जो संजोया था वो,
आईने से करता था बाते.
में अकेला पड़ा पर में नहीं गया
काफी कुछ सहा और काफी कुछ कहा,
बेकार फ़िज़ूल का दर था मेरा,
क्युकी में खुद को ही भूल गया.

अकेला कौन है?
अकेला कोई नहीं, अकेली सोच है.
विकलांग करने वाली चोट है.
जब भी लगे अकेलापन सा,
खुद को ढूँढना बाकी सब खोट है.

Stage yourself

Short but Significant.

 

We decide our own character,

We decide our own cast,

We decide our own script,

But the play is far more vast.

Despite us doing everything, why do we feel like an outcast?

 

Book is one with a single story,

But multiple chapters and lessons.

We fixate on things that shouldn’t make us worry,

Not all ends are conclusions.

 

Each character is a book,

And each book writes itself.

Life only decides the path you last took.

Decide how you want to stage yourself.

My Flair

A writer sitting in a cafe trying to come up with a work is quite common. But let’s not talk about common things, ordinary things for some time.

Our minds are perhaps the best gift given to us for it allows us to think and do the most amazing stuffs.

Owing to our minds, each and every one of us has a flair. A speciality about ourselves. While I am awaiting for my fellow readers to share/talk about their flair with me, let me share about mine.

My Flair

I am an absolute buffoon.

Not knowing is my speciality.

I sometimes feel like December in June,

But I try to understand everything in its totality.

That is my Flair.

Knocked down several times,

Sometimes due to my lack of guard,

Sometimes due to some uncommitted crimes,

Yet none could get me disbarred,

I keep narrating my triumphs in rhymes.

That is my Flair.

I try to know things,

Unconventional or conventional are bounded by rings,

Fools who keep trying become Kings,

My Flair is my willingness to craft my own wings.

 

-That is my flair, what about you?

 

Note to Self

Let’s not talk about the New Year for a minute. Yes, we did step into a new year and have got ourselves a new start but let’s really think about something important.

After we are done with a book or a lesson or any other experience, we summarize and write a mental note to ourselves. Similarly, I think it is nice to write a Note to Self before we move on to new experiences.

This is mine. I hope you write one to yourselves too!

Note to Self

A dark sky full of stars,

Found me wandering about.

Underneath the moonlight it revealed,

How our shadows silently shout.

Doubt, biggest quake in any sphere,

Shakes the very strongest of stones.

So to nullify, keep calm and stay clear,

Key lies in voices and in tones.

Fear, result of our own mind,

Cripples the very ablest being.

So to nullify, challenge the wind,

Fear can be defeated with a little bit of cheating.

Pain, who drops by time and again,

Strangles our mind and heart.

So to nullify, try being insane,

Pain is not really that smart.

And Sadness, the widely regarded spoilsport,

Is in fact our own manifestation.

So to cut its stay short, Smile…

Your shadow will figure out a solution.

Growing up

Change is always met with friction and therefore growing up too is hard to digest, process, and express.

But after a particular point of time or more specifically events, we do grow up. The only question: Is it for our best?

Growing Up

I can only judge one man,
In whose shoes I have walked.
So to meet him I do all that I can,
A journey where me and I talked.
Careless, hopeless, and without any plan,
My journey started a bit quivery.
But then again I was just a kid,
Unaware of most of the mystery.
Reality sunk in sooner than later,
And I realised I have the spark.
To my story I became my own creator,
By being Persistent even in the dark.
Good and bad both greeted from time to time,
My past failures hanging onto my life like a crime,
The only thing I learnt as I was growing up,
In the end everything will be just fine.
~Anyone who has realised this simple fact,
Is a grown-up and will one day shine.~

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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.