Revelations!!

Hearing the other side is a revelation,
It tells us about the shadow’s position.
Just because it was all dark and gloomy in the view,
Doesn't mean the shadow had lost its origin.

It’s there, still with you, in each step,
But you have been blinded by preconceptions and your mind,
You don’t listen, you just choose to stay blind.
But unless you turn around and look for it, you won’t find,
That it was there, all this time,
Only if you looked for it, instead of crying.

But shadows are your part,
So they know how to turn you around.
They give you your time,
To gather your peace of mind.
And if you still don’t turn around,
They introduce you their side.

But you still have your notions,
Those stupid over powering misconceptions,
So you throw rocks at them,
Which results in turning on the light.
You finally understand their side,
And you see that they were right.

You realize that listening to the other side is a revelation,
You come to know about their situation.
In flashbacks, you see your unnecessary fight,
And deep down, your own plight.
But shadows are your part,
So they don’t let you be torn apart,
They understand your condition,
Alas! The other side was a revelation.

It happened again...

Last night, it happened again,
I cried myself to sleep in vain.
Thinking about stuff I shouldn't be,
Getting stuck at a place that's not meant for me.
Yet I keep going back there again,
And again And again And yet again.
Its like a game I'm playing,
One step forward and three steps back.
I lift my spirits and try to shine brightly,
But I'm smacked right back, into this reality.





I'm panting, gasping for air,
Its like being choked all over again.
Its burning again even though I'm drowning,
The light is leaving but I still can't feel the calm.
This isn't how it was described to me,
Its chilling, its burning, its not that soothing warm.
Alas! It happened today one more time,
I woke up with a rock on my head and sore eyes.

Another one...

Have you ever felt the need to fill the void that keeps on growing;
Inside of you, killing you, making you weak, cruelly agonizing..
When you're crying inside but the tears dry up,
When you feel like having someone with you, but when you look around you find none.
Going around and enjoying the bonds are others,
While you're all alone, not even a friend there;
Enjoying with you or sitting near,
waiting for you or just being with you.
You stand alone, see what went wrong;
was it some stuff or you the one wrong.
One mind says you're missing love,
And the other one longing for just friends;
And the heart just wants someone near,
To make you feel that you exist,
To make you realize something is still there, inside you that's not yet gone.
But alas! No ones there, neither was nor seem will be there.
So you do the only thing you do,
You pick a pen and write it all.
To bring out the tear that's gone dry,
To feel something, to try and be alive...

Everything is just passing away...

The sky is falling,
The river is riding away,
Every little thing, is just passing away.

You don't know how,
And you don't know why,
The little tiny drops, will wash away.

The glorious sweet memories,
And that sparkling gaze,
With the passing time, just fades away.

You can keep crying,
Begging and praying everyday,
But time is harsh, it slashes everything anyway.

So savour these memories,
And those crackling laughters,
Cause that's the real treasure, which shines all the way.

Why is everything the way it is?

Why is everything the way it is?

How is everything the way it is?

Why is good so good and not the bad?

Why is bad so bad and not the good?

Why is a sinner not a savior?

And why is the savior not some sinner?

Who decides what it is?

Who decides how it is?        

When we do what others consider bad,

Why do we simply consider others mad?

What is right when we do it,

Why does it become a sin when others commit it?

Who gave us the right to judge them?

When they judge, why does it bug us?

We know the sun is hot, science proved it.

We know the earth is round, facts proved it.

But how can we say that we are right?

Why do we consider ourselves so prime?

When we rest, it’s our respite,

But when others do it, it becomes a crime.

Who said what is right is right?

Who said what is wrong is wrong?

The ones who said its right might be wrong,

And the ones who declared wrong may be right.

It is all what is upside,

What we think, how we decide.

Our supremacy, our pride,

And the way we conclude, who is right.

All I say is don’t set aside,

The chance that someone else is right.

This may be the case where you are wrong,

This may be the place when the other person is knight.

Jo hu main…

Jo hu main wo dikhati nahi,

Jo thi nahi wo chupati bhi nahi,

Na chupati hu, na batati hu,

Bus ek kashmakash mein reh jati hu,

Isliye batati hu wo jo hai sahi,

Par chupta wo bhi nahi jo sach nahi.

Dost sach maan lete hai mera chhal,

Hai wo chhal, ya nahi, kabhi ye bhi samajh paati nahi.

Kuch hai kahi, kuch ankahi,      

Kuch logo ne sunn li aur kuch reh gayi ansuni.

Par phir hu main kya, sach hai kya,

Ye mujhe hai pata, jo bus rahega ankaha,

Hai ek aisa panna jo koi na padh saka,

Hai ek aisi kahani jo koi puri na jaan saka.

Jaisi hu, khush hu main,

Na chaha kabhi, na chahungi main,

Ki jaane koi jo hai ankaha,

Ki padhe wo jo hai na likha,

Samjhe jo chahe log mujhe,

Maane koi pari ya balaa,

Jo hu main wo rahungi main,

Chahe maano wo sach, ya kehdo ki maine hai chhala,

Kyunki hu jo main wo dikhati nahi,

Aur jo thi nahi, wo chupati kabhi nahi…

I wished so..

Will you hold me tight,
if i told you so?
Will you strike a blow,

for i asked you so.
Will everything be bright,
if i just wished so??

Will you come and wipe my tears,
when they blur my vision?
Will you come and make me smile,
when there is not a single reason?
Will you just come and sit around,
throughout every season?

I was just hoping so,
I'm just begging you so,
to make a move,
so that i may know,
that yes, you are there,
to row my boat,
as i had wished so...