Ecstatic

Amidst all the hustle and bustle, we humans often neglect or miss the events that actually change our lives. When we expect them the least they come and change the course of our lives.

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.

 

Ecstatic

Lobby is filled with bright young faces,

So many aspirations, dreams, and goals.

Different backgrounds from different places,

Here to audition for whole new roles.

Ecstatic to be a part of change,

A pinch of uncertainty in the otherwise smart world.

Life gives us chances to expand our range,

Seemingly endless or maybe simply twirled.

Ecstatic! Don’t you think?

Life has its own way of doing things right.

Everything changes while we blink,

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.

सवाल (Question)

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

If you did then you are brilliant as well.

Read to know…know to read

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.

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.

 

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.

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.

Simple

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Let’s keep things simple shall we?

Often when we shoot for our goals we don’t always make it. Sometimes when we do, we are overwhelmed and filled with joy but when we do not we break down, doubt ourselves and go into a spiral.

You see, there is a cure for that. The cure is very Simple. 

What is the cure, you ask?

I already told you, it is simple.

So for the 121st time, Read to know…know to read

 

Simple

Simple is the solution that you seek,

Even though the times are hard.

I know you feel that your chances are bleak,

Trust me it is just one more yard.

So you had to wait a little while longer,

Or you lost after reaching till the end.

A weak one succeeded while you were stronger,

Or any other time when you weren’t contend.

You felt pain, you felt sorry,

You had doubts and acted folly.

Thinking of what winners might have done,

Simple as I told you already.

They tried again…

Privilege

Most of us are made the same,

But only a few leave a mark.

While we play, they design the game,

With signatures nothing less of a hallmark.

Irrelevant of their fields, irrelevant of their nations,

Irrelevant of their culture, language or even traditions,

Was their methods. Unique that they became success’s definition.

Every great being was his/her own competition.

So a fast one is late and a slow one is on time,

Or a strong one is fake and a lean one fights crime,

Or the orator brags while the silent rhymes,

Ordinary people walk but the greats climb.

Most of us were made the same,

But only they left their mark.

While we looked at others game,

To humanities privilege, they added their spark.

Searching…

Did you find what you were looking for?

Something we ask other people quite often. But what about our own selves?

To find one must get lost,

For the thing you seek is lost too.

To learn one must forget,

Pretend there is nothing that you ever knew.

To understand what you do not,

Try something different and new,

To find peace and yourself,

Walk in the world’s shoe.

To do anything that you wish to,

First do what you never did.

To be anything you hope to be,

Life will only allow and not forbid.

A conversation

I seek a conversation with me,

But I rarely can manage time.

So I asked, when will I be free?,

Some time during the rhyme.

Amidst all the hustle and bustle,

I found time for everything else,

Life presents opportunities only after tussle,

Opportunities encoded in the book we write for ourselves.

So take a walk and talk during the walk,

For at times you need to hear it from yourself.

Each solution that I need,

Is right next to me round the clock.

Unreal reality

Let us believe that our believes are wrong,

Days are short but the hours are long,

Deaf is hearing a dumb person’s song,

And the reality was unreal all along.

We aren’t whom we thought we were,

Winters are clear while summers are blur,

Each argument is accepted without any demur,

Can you imagine, Madame and Monsieur?

I pave the way for you to see a new world,

Unreal reality is laminar yet twirled,

Add a little randomness, let logic get swirled,

For that time it is just your world.

Let others live by the rules and norm,

Enjoy the wind and rain of what they call storm,

Just wander the reality of an unreal platform,

For when you come back, you will be happy, you will perform.