Flashback !

Its just sometimes that i feel, a part of feeling is left behind,

the life intensifies its focus then mystifies its aura,

the same wheel lets me to the dynamism and then to the grind,

back and forth contriving the spiral trans-positional wind,

i meet people, beautiful people, amazing people, and the astounding bonds keeps forming,

i hope the bonds so formed be at peak for times to come,

but still distance is exhilarated with duration some,

and its just sometimes that i feel a part of feeling is left behind...

journey amidst the convolutions of such parity in relations,

fills the blood in soul with essence of emotions,

the time spent then encapsulates itself in the form of memories,

but for some reason i can't explain this all masquerades with passing time !

and its just sometimes that i feel a part of feeling is left behind,

but this is what i think is the nature of life,

we can't generate the same feeling and enable the rewind,

but we can always look back and simply smile.... :-)

Memorabilia

Have you ever looked into the eyes of your loved ones while meeting after long,

have you ever witnessed the freedom and enthusiasm of bird when released from incarceration,

or ever felt success assembled from the trails of failure song,

or ever sensed the profoundness in mothers heart seeing her baby born!?

each time we come across such instances fine,
we smile with memories deep inside,

then the valley that divides glorious past and obscure present inherit-ably expands,

we look around for somebody who'll say i am standing by your side,

the somebody who ignites the engram and reverses the flow of moving sands.

the beauty lies in reliving the memories that we live,

contouring hopes of reliving those moments builds spirit in you,

i am ready to face the sun, cross the ocean, or wait for a lifetime,

to have a glimpse of those mesmerizing moments just one more time.

revelation of pursuing

i was born without knowing what is aim,

all asked me to get drenched in the rain,

and do the same,

showed the dreams attached with greeds of pleasure, gain and fame.

and i said

" bring it on,

test my inner being,

this is pursuit of my pursuing".

the roads full of imitators; following the precedence formulae,

and no mind of their own to lay,

ain't got time for the contemplation,

deeds compressed with the substandard modification.

and i said

"come on

test my inner being,

this is pursuit of my pursuing".

but now feding up with this subdued race,

wanna see the knowledge's real face,

freedom carries sacrifice,

but better than pursuing that could not suffice.

now this is it, i follow life my own way,

in which no juggling misconceptions can stay,

now no failure, no damn mockery can make me cry,

and no disgust can now choke my fly,

and now i say,

" come on

and you can test my inner being,

because this is time for the revealation of my pursuing."

Moving On.......

here we go for the closet sanctity of life,

reflected back to live and divide the desires stereotype,

here we go for the search of deep trenches for the attainment,

induced back with the hindrances of detainment.

and we move on

and we move on with,

here we go for the thoughts and knowledge pure,

and get back the erections of ignore,

here we go for reaching and grabbing the feast,

and what we get is the least.

and we move on with,

and we move on

here we go for the placid developing surrounding,

and gear up for unleashing the zest,

then we realize the complications of bounding,

and the actions succumbs for trepidation of losing the rest.

and we move on with,

and we move on

and we know the time would come,

when we would be able to live and not just believe,

when we would stop saying move on,

and proceed with liberty self drawn.

and then we think of moving away from this illegitimate tide,

wherein we could find the offshore bountiful sight,

where contentment crosses the new divide,

and we start living the conglomerate spreads of light.

Curious Childhood and Altered Maturity

I used to look up on the skies so deep,

drawing the designs of pencils,flowers and sheep,

solving the mystery of the shining star,

trying to fetch the objects created far.

I used to run in the rainy waters,

dismantling the flow & turning it to shatters,

an attempt to hold the water in fingers,

and with time of attempts the hopes linger.

I used to stare the paperkites in the sky,

declaring their regimes and their shares high,

a wish of getting flown with it like a freebird,

and the imaginations each time got turned into dreams surrendered.

there were innumerous queries in my mind,

but the answers i could rarely find,

it was then the voidness of uncertainity and curiosity seemed to meet,

now i realize that it was all reflection of chilhood sweet.

and now when the glory touches the feet,

and the answers are few which lay discrete,

the subnormal queries starts palliating,

i don't know why discontent is elevating.

the world is an exponential agenda of unsolved problems,

as we move on, we find the real knowledge tremblems,

people running for something called "money".

not realizing essence of calling themselves as "social animals" is funny.

the world of economic hitmen and their jackals,

resource is what for they let others fight battles,

utilizing research as a contraption of profits and commercializations,

and nobody's questioning about the damnification of civilizations.

the greed did'nt ameliorate over centuries depleting,

previous ones were overcasted by capturing,

and now when the whole world is over with it,

the new question evolves of sustaining,

i think, i was more mature when i was child,

as now i can't help except being part of this system fragile,

sometimes i really miss those curiosities undefined,

rather than being part of this paranoia superfined.

Coming Back To Life

The world around is paradigm of beliefs and convictions,

masquerading themselves in name of resrictions,

at each corner good and bad shifts,
i don't know why humans are divided over such useless rifts.

is it not the endless brutality and agression ?
where someone wins over other's supression,

wasting half of their lifes in books written pages,
learning from fools and from sages,
tying themselves with clutches of society,
limiting the scope of their living to least variety.

i don't know how to dwell in this web of spiders?
where each one is sucking other's blood for sake of dividers,
the world has turned into arena of things so materialistic,
that the respect for human morals and relation is sarcastic.

leaders bluffing the world with political aspects,
creating the atmosphere where brothers suspects,
immature misutilization of snatched powers,
bathing in the flowing blood's showers.

and up on the skies the so called god cries,
saying,
" when these beasts running with swords and knives,
would turn back into humans coming back to life ? "