The Death of a Scholar. The eyes of a Lion. The heart of an Eagle.

                                                                   For those who read me regularly, I want to tell them something today. I do not write for myself, but for those – whom I think need my writing a lot. I am a very shy person by nature, but it is also true – my shyness flies somewhere far in the rocky mountains when I start to write. I know people misjudge people with writing skills to be corrupt, silent, notorious etc but let me tell you, people who love to write - can only write, when that little light inside somewhere simmers, or else there will no difference between a banker – counting notes, and a writer writing poems. The world knows there is a lot of difference. It is not that bankers are harder people, it is only that they – think a lot in terms of profit and loss, whereas – writers – think majorly about – breakeven, they think – let me at least get at least that much appreciation, as much my work deserves. Anyways a lot – about myself and my work, let me start by writing – my work here. The title of todays work is inspired from – A feeling I carried the whole day today, someone somewhere – felt I am cheating on him/her, and in response to this – he/she ignored me – the whole day – not thinking – that it can be – contradictory, as well as untrue.

                                                                  But, when you can’t change the world – it is said – it is best you change – something in you. Something – that treacherous desire to be with her, that treacherous desire to love the world, that treacherous desire to make it large.

I was reading a someone, today in the newspaper – and the person – is popularly known as a “celebrity chef”, of the media world; not what exactly does this mean ? He prepares food only celebrities can eat. He is a celebrity, but, then how can – celebrities – start cooking ? or His dishes are so – expensive – only celebrities can afford it ? No you see – today in a world of so much confusion and constant criticism, people often chose a keyword to cling to – he is a presenter-teacher, he is a mutual fund banker, and he is a rock singer. Lets analyze – anyone who starts to sing – can sing anything, and seeing the rarity of this art in genera understanding, I’m sure that cousin of yours or that friend of yours is usually very famous. But, how can you say – he only sings rock, no. This is a generalization that person has made about himself – at the first go – that – I’m not just a singer – but – I can sing the toughest part of it – Rock as well. I have learnt my art well, and I understand the verticals.

                                                           So friends – we keep living around a set of beliefs – we firmly believe – our life stands on them, the magic begins – when our Understanding fails – and we start falling – against another – third force – the force of Luck, Chance, Destiny, Kismet or God’s Plan in our lives.

We love ourselves, to the extent that – we forget – there is a larger world – outside somewhere- that needs our intervention. When a train accident happens and those – who have seen – one, you know – Money, and Food and Medicine – come all very secondary in that kind of a scenario, the urge – to save people – comes first and foremost. We see death face to face, when our Luck – is safe and we are still without bruises, we see so many crying in Pain…what has happened? Some are crying in pain, some are even Leaving the pain to silence, where is life, where is God…what do we do ? No we don’t have the time to blame anyone then, we do what we do…we want to save people…we want to save life. Friends – this is what exactly happens – in real life scenarios…in our relations, once we get a hint – we are drifting, we start to search within, what has happened to me, why am I like this ? At times we get those answers, at times – we are lost. I don’t say – if you talk to the person – who is about to commit suicide – he/she will stop, but, the chances of his not committing suicide – increase – and it is proved after research.

                                                      There are people in this world more beautiful than others, there are those, whom we can’t move our eyes from them. Lets analyze – When we are watching them, what are we looking at – we are looking at their beauty, we are looking at their destiny, we are looking in a mirror – where we feel, how lovely God is and how lovely – His creations are ? We feel – these are people with such happy lives, they have everything in life, they are so strong. We draw a picture – very perfect – when we think about them. But is it the truth ? They don’t have toothache ? They don’t have – emotions ? They don’t have a Private Circle of life, they want it to be theirs alone ? They don’t have heartaches ? No friends – the face is not the indication, of the inner being, it is just the reflection of the society we are living in. And, some philosophers have said it – it is easier for ordinary looking to survive, for those –with the gift of beauty – the world is a different place. But, well – you usually don’t see – dark complexioned girls making it much – to the Cosmetic Industry Ad Campaigns – because the make-belief world of Cosmetics Industry – can’t afford too much of a truth. Someone born dark is better than someone, who is fair – but has to face all the dark of this Earth in one life. What I want to say here is – we all have weaknesses, some are good at sowing it to the world, some bury it deep within their hearts, and think – nobody is knowing about them.

Just a small poem to wound up what I’ve been writing here:

Badi umeed thi tumse, mujhe lagta tha aisa hi !

Magar jab paas aya to meri aakhen hi khul gayi hai,

Jinhe main sochta tha – matlabi aur sirf khudgarzi,

Woh aankhen hain tumhari jindagi ke jam thehrey se !

Humee mein kuch kami hogi ki tumse dooriyan ban gayi,

Kyun varna be-wajah to jindagi yun gam nahi deti,

Humey hi – dard sarey ab jamaney ke miley tohfa,

Humee ko maut ab pehlu mein leke naacht rehti.

Jahan par koi nahi aata, kyun hum itney akele hai,

Ki jaise khandaro maein bhoot – apne dukh mein rotey hain,

Jinhey sab – jindagi bhar kostey hain, unke honey pe,

Kyun hum jaise – hi – is duniya ko wajahen dete jeene ki.

Unhi aankhon ki khaatir jindagi ab beet-ti si hai,

Ki jin aakhon ne humko – aashiqui…ki – chaal thukrayi,

Humey khud se muhabbat ho gayi .. unsey miley jab se

Na ab dil paas rehta hai… Na koi saans bhi sang mein

Patangey aasmanon mein hai udti – jab akele hi

Mai unse baaten karta hun tuhari pyaar ki saari

Mai khud kuch dor se lipta hua sa khud ko pata hun

Meri har chaal – mein shamil tumhara aks hota hai

Nahi is jindagi ke bas mein humko door kardey yeh

Hummey har jindagi mein – bas tumhara saath pana hai

Samay to beet-ta jaata hai – yeh kamjor behad hai

Nahi badlengey hum, ab yeh hamara tumse vada hai.

Jinhe jaana tha – who sab chod ke – ab rakh ke saathi

Na tum jaana – yeh bas choti si ek – farmaish kertey hain

Tumhi ko sang pakey hum bhi thoda jee saa lete hun

Ki varna - hai hi kya is jindagi mein dekhne jaisa..????

Jahan duniya khatam hoti hai, maine ghar banaya hai.....

Tumharey saath rehney ka bada sapna sajaya jai......

Nahi maloom kab – hum rasta woh paar kar payen.......

Magar jayengey..sach hai .. Dard ko apna banaya hai.......

Kyun humko yeh samay kuch is tarah se dard deta hai.......

Na khush rehta hai na yeh humko khush rehney bhi deta hai.........

Hai shayad – Isko hi shaitan ne apna farishta chun.......

Hamari jannaton – mein aag ka – jariya banaya hai........

Badi jalti hai saansen ab, badi beemar si aankhen......

Humein ab jindagi se koi – khawish reh nahi gayi hai.......

Bas ek sapna hai .. ki jab – akhiri saanson ka toofan ho......

Hamarey paas tum ho aur – humko kuch pata na ho........

Poetry is a gift of God …we don’t write for popularity ..we write for survival ..

If you can’t appreciate – also – do not ridicule ..these are emotions of a human being ..like you

PM

Abhi Mujh Mein Kahin Baaki Thodi Si Hai Jindagi ....gr8 Song ..good emotions

AGNEEPATH - A TERRIFIC SONG 

                                                                     In this life of ours , we keep dreaming about so many things. We want to get everything. Eve when we go to sleep , there are people on the TV who want us to buy from them, they are also people with sleepless nights, and never ending greed. Why the hell on this Earth, this emotion of greed came by, why does man – never felt happy with what he had, why does life had to offer him so many options ? These are questions I often ask myself when I see the world around me. A person who has just bought a new car, starts feeling envious of the other person who has also bought a new car. Or when I got to my office, I feel prejudiced to see, another person wearing the same print same brand of my shirt, that day. Why do we want God to be only ours ? And if this is the truth – the apart for our life-partners, apart from our cars, and apart from our pets – I think we are also “very possessive” about our God.

                                                                   But, this is where – the indiscriminate truth of humanity emerges, God is God, He does what he wants to, He is not slave to anything, Not slave to emotions, Not slave to orders, Not slave to circumstances, Not even slave to bad weather. But, the is our God – a selfish God ? No, they say this in the churches, temples, and mosques alike – there is a way to reach God – and possibly the only way – and that is through our prayers. We can uplift our hands – in faithfulness, and wherever – He is on this Earth, He will listen to us.

                                                                I have myself seen some miracles, and I feel – God never leaves those – who want to tell the world about Him. On June 30^th 2013, me and my family crashed against a standing big truck on the highways of India, somewhere in Bundelkhand, we met death for a second and then She left us. Some questions pricked me hard after that –

1). Why did death come that day.

2). Why did death leave us that day.

3). Is death – also a little good in character.

4). If we have to die one day – why should we live the others.

5). What is the meaning of death for different people.

First question first

1). Why did death come that day

      It was a Sunday, usually a “Pray Day” for us Christians. But as usual and as common – also to the usual Christians you see, we ignoring this fact were moving for a family function at Jhansi. The heart want to get everything, the world has to offer. And when almost at a speed of 120 k/h – I saw a standing truck in the middle of the highway. Death was sitting on it. She smiled back on us, and said – its good you came, and I will teach you a lesson today. We crashed into the truck, and after almost 3-4 seconds – our eyes opened up. Blood, shock, guilt, hatred, concern, the shallowness of human life, and such emotions completely surrounded us. What we started to think was – are we alive ? After understanding about ourselves – we started to think – our those around us –still breathing ? You see – these are times, you forget – how bad the color of your Car is, or why did you not eat – oats on that morning ,and why is your boss not giving you a pay hike asap. You start to think – am I alive to tell this story to others. Are all my organs working ? Am I able to hear and listen properly? Friends – death is something – we all have to undergo someday, the only way we can sort of delay it a bit, is by loving others, the way they are. By becoming wise. By living with our families. By helping those in trouble.

2). Why did death leave us that day

      Maybe – it had had enough for the day. Maybe it remembered – Kedarnath, where it cast spell for almost 10 horrid days. The most touching story I came across during the Kedarnath tragedy was that of the two sisters who came up alive after 5 days of struggle. The story was – almost 7 members of a family, were stuck on a rock perch, all surrounded by the fast and deep waters of the cloud-burst. They fought the battle of life together, but slowly the food they were surviving on – got finished. They had nothing but some Parle-G in their bags one after the other – due to hunger and thirst – they started to collapse. What must have happened is hard to imagine, but – the last part of it is very interesting, they say – the father – was still alive and was almost gasping. He knew he wouldn’t survive. He in his dm and dying voice, told his daughters, please take this biscuit from me, maybe you’ll live a couple of days more. (I imagine they must have cried then), and then the poor man died. The daughters lived to tell this tale to us. Friends – even in death we do not leave our relations. Death becomes small infront of life on such occasions. We may never come across that family ever again, but these two daughters shall never – fear another father, that he may ditch his children in pain.

3). Is death – also a little good in character.

      We may think so. We may think – that an enemy is better than many friends at a  certain time, under certain circumstances at times. But, in the long run, the reality changes, just the way – vinegar can never quench thirst – in the same way – Death never brings happiness to any. The kings massacred thousands – it is said, history was written. But, the king remained without a real heir – this history in the name of family pride – was buried deep within the pages. The society has a tendency to believe for a short while to believe in what is being told to it, without even analyzing – that whatever is generally being termed good, is only good for a small fragment of the society, and it in no way concerns us. We are not short-sighted, we are positive thinkers. I went to the funeral of a friend’s mother, and saw – the family – in such love with one another, I couldn’t believe – I was in a funeral. There are parties, I’ve seen more melancholy – than that funeral function. All of them, were worried about one another, all of them were serving water to one another, all of them, were very disappointed on that loss of their ‘Mama’ but their values would not leave them, and they did not mock death in any way. It is hard to believe but friends – money – and values – have nothing in common. I still have to research – if one man can have both ? if someone has – then I’m sure He’s a messenger of God.

4). If we have to die one day – why should we live the others.

      It is correct, we live under a constant fear of death one day, but if this is the only truth we start to believe in, then the joy of living everyday shall leave us. We are not born to be scared, we are not born to be – under servitude, we are not born to be prisoners, we are born to be free. We are born to love, we are born to be what we want to be, we are born humans – a race far superior than – all – galactic aliens of the Hollywood Movies, we are born – creative. Every person has a set of habits, which eventually on refinement become – his hobbies. People without hobbies are – the people we so often refer to be living on the underworld of this Earth. Earning money is not the Aim of this Short Life, but to help others is. Money comes to those – who deserve it. Being perfect is not what will make you successful in life, or in job, but doing things regularly without failing is the tough part. To get up and go for your job everyday , to call up a friend and ask him how he is today is a more important task, rest everything will follow. Sitting numb infront of a computer and asking Google – questions – of your heart and of your mind – do you think a machine can ever give you answers. Answers – that need an emotional reason. Google can tell you – whats hot and whats not – in the market – google will never ask you – how are you feeling today, Google will never ask you – how was it with our Girlfriend – the other day.

Life runs along emotions. Life runs along friendships. Life runs along truths. It doesn’t runs around markets, prices, and discounts. Believe me – go and eat the most expensive – ice-cream – alone, or go and eat – the Rs.5 mango lolly – with a friend, you will know – What The Difference – in the two approaches is ? But, those who are fortunate to have friends, should not look down on those who don’t have any, it s very personal and circumstantial to a person – to have or not to have a friend.

5). What is the meaning of death for different people.

      A young girl when dies – a full family dies. Hope dies. Beauty dies. Many writers die. Many singers 

      die.

      When a young boy dies – a father dies. His full cricket team dies. Many internet portals die. Many

     buildings collapse. May pan-shops die.

     And now I understand that when someone elder dies – the world is happy, to say goodbye, because    

     we feel , he/has become star in the sky , and we talk to them everyday standing from our roof.

Dear friends – today I feel like an oxen whose yolk has been taken aside, and he has been asked to go and graze in the open pastures without any caretakers and without directions.

Its me . my soil, my eyes and my lake….

I want to drink from it …. Now endlessly – am I being greedy ??????

Only time will tell……

take  care……..

Pink is the color of love. Say it now - or be ready - To keep mumbling infront of a mirror ...

Pink is the color of love      Pink is the color of love     Pink is the color of love

Saying it now is better – than never to saying it

                                                                     We all are motivated by something in our lives. Sometimes we start to believe that we can become that someone we adore. We as humans have a tendency to first create ideals infront of us, and then, we start to introspect ourselves. Why am I not like him, why is he like that, so more and so forth. 
                                    We set ideals infront of us, we should do like this, as he does, then we will become like him. Or, let take the case of a kid – who imitates his dad, that ok ! I want to be like him, so I should do this, but you see, the real world after a time teaches that child – that no – nobody is perfect. All the shine, he was seeing – of that person was a mere – touch-of-makeup and the truth is – he is a mere ordinary person. Then comes a crisis, the ideal is shattered, often many people succumb under this pressure, that – my goal is lost, I am lost, why should I live ? 
                                                       But, friends believe me – It is not true, Ideals are just ‘very unclear reflections’ or mirage reflections of that someone  - you hero worship. The biggest hero lives in you, you should be your own hero. You should be your own master. It is a nobodies doing, but the world moves at such a frequency, the biggest scientists – have not been able to gauge it ??
                                                  When you are in love with a person, the person is in love with his/her job. By the time you are out of the love of that person, the person has started to develop a liking towards you. And the best part is – when you have moved along – with time – in your life – way ahead…and way away – All your ‘Archies Cards’, and ‘Teddy Bears’ gifted to that person are now making headlines, all over the media world, your are feeling like – a Donkey without a tale, your parents are your spokespersons now, and your life – has taken a u-turn, where you are having that feeling – ‘I might not be able to cross the next u-pin-turn’, as you feel in the hills. But, friends this is life, you can’t pre-judge your destiny, you can’t pre-judge – The God’s Plan for you. You can’t see future. All you can do – is start to live life on a daily basis. 
                                Think about fresh ideas, for that day. Think about love, that might come to you. Think about giving to someone. Think about – making it up to someone for some old sin you committed. Life is really pre-judiced, it sometimes doesn’t gives all people second chances in life.                                            Your luck, is where you want it to be, not where you think it will be. What is the difference, some people keep thinking that Shakespearean moment of love. Where after handing over that pink rose, they have moved for assailing in the high seas, and after seven years – when they comeback, their lady-love also now their lady-luck is waiting – on that balcony, in the same dress, with that same rose. 
                                                But is this true ? No lets – see it from another point of view – when after handing over that rose – The Sailor in You Climbed The Ship, the rose Miss. Walters was holding – bit her thumb, and when you were wanting to tell the stories of your first – Bon-Voyage – chapter-I , to that ladylove of yours , the love for you has transformed for someone else's. 
                                         Friends it is very easy, for us boys to think – that time and destiny is in our control, and we fail to understand – What is now – is with us. 
                                  If you love her – tell her now, If you want to settle down – Tell Her Parents Now, If you want to have a family with her –Tell her now, if you want to be a Happy and Dedicated Husband – to her, forget about everything the world has to offer you, go to her - be with her. The world will never give her back to you. The world will only give you – bad words. The world will only give you advice; those advices shall soon become – medicines, and oneday – you will – be put in a grave, almost 5 graves away from her grave, telling you – the Ultimate Truth of Life, that - "who could not be in this life – TOGETHER – have been kept separate also in the AFTERLIFE". 
                                        Money, name, cars, bigger cars all appear in due course of time, what doesn’t appears – is that someone, Whom You Thought You Will Use All This Gadgetry With, someone – whom you thought, will tell you the Colour – of the car – that will look best on you, someone – who would not ask you – what would you like to have for dinner ? because she would know – You only want her in all meals – dal, chawal and sabzi – koi bhi ho…vaise bhi UP mein 100 tarah se jyada sabjiyan hoti nahi, roz ek khayengey, to bhi teen mahiney mein – ussi sabji se hoke gujrengey. 
                                           Friends – I’m not saying you should start to live in the era romantic notions, but I’m saying – To Keep That Romancer in YOU Alive and Moving, you have to achieve things in the right time. 
                                  Varna wahi kahawat hai, ki ab pachtay se hot kya jab chidiya chug gayi khet. I’m adding this – mahal ko lehrey tod gayi ab chhanno baith ke ret.

                                         Chaliye ! I’ve tried to write something – Something that should help you. And, if it will – I will feel my writing was of some use. 
                                Take Charge, and Keep Moving …..Jindagi tumhara intezaar kar rahi hai…Jao jaa ke ussey pakad lo ...

(also do leave me comments- they will help me build my confidence in writing)

Raaj Duniya Ke - A Very Dark Poetry ... (kids requested not to read)

DARK POETRY -

RAAJ    DUNIYA    KE

Jahan insaan jaltey hai ussey shamshaan kehtey hain,

Jahaan armaan jaltey hai - ussey hum makaan kehtey hain,

Badi mushkil mein duniya rasta deti hai arthi ko,

Badi hai bheed ab raston pe ! sab insaan chaltey hain.

Yeh duniya kyun kisi anjaan ko kaatil banati hai,

Kyun uskey saath rehney walon ko shamil banati hai,

Yahan har mod pe choron ke ghar aur loot ke addey,

Magar tajjub hai choro ko yeh ab - mahaan batati hai.

Jinhe kuch mil nahin pata who khud ko bhul jaatey hai,

Jinhe sab bhool jaatey hai, ko khud ko bhul nai patey,

Yahan har chaal deewaney ki duniya soongh leti hai,

Magar deewana apney samne kuch sah nahi pata.

Hazaron meel udkar dhool jab aandhi banati hai,

Kisi rangeen bageechey ko registan sajati hai,

Yeh duniya dekhti rehti hai, aisey dard ke lamhe,

Issey tareekh deke - panne yeh kagaz k bharti hai.

Hamarey haath hai, haathon mein samajikta ki beri hai,

Sahi jo raah chaltey hai, who raah khud behad terhi hai,

Jinhe hum dost ka sehra machano pe hai pehnatey,

Wo saarey dost hi ! Phir baad - mein humko fasatey hain !

Last

Mujhe jab yeh laga ki maut ab - milne ko hai ayi ,

Mai khud se - kuch sawaalon ke jawaabo ko poochney lag gaya,

Yahan ab sham ko chidiyen makamo par nahi jaati ?

unhey bhi adatein ho gayi ... hai - kya poori raat udney ki ??

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Kahaani Dil Ki Jo Ab Jindagi Ko Dhoondta Bhi Hai - Poetic Format

HOPE YOU LIKE IT - IT HAS BEEN A CREATION

The Life of A Heart .....

Badi majboot deewaron mein chup ke dil yeh rehta hai,

Koi shaitaan kitna ho issey yeh choo nahi sakta,

Hummey jo chod ke badh gaye hawala de muhhabat ka,

Unhe koi jaa ke poochey, kya woh khud se khush bhi rehtey hai.

Jahan insaan insaano ke koi kaam aa jaye,

Wahi duniya hai ki jisme sabhi bhagwan rehtey hai,

Harek ke paas ek mandir, woh khud uska pujari hai,

Na bhakti hai, na koi geet hai .. na ab ..ibadat hai

Kisi ke pair mein kaata lage to dard hota hai

Magar duniya ko kaaton ka yeh kissa kissa khub bhata hai

Jahan par khoon behta hai, wahin par phool khiltey hai

Kyun is duniya mein khali marney ko insaan ata hai ?

Jinhe sab mil gaya, woh Ishwar ko – poojtey rehtey,

Jo lut gaye – unko – kyun ab maut ka hi khwab ata hai,

Bahut saarey khajane se, yeh dil ab khush nahi hota,

Issey us chandni ke saath ka – bairaag khata hai.

Bagichen phool se labrej, to hotey hai saawan mein,

Magar kuch ret ke tilo, ko yeh mausam nahi bhata,

Jahan par aag ke sholo si beeti karti hai duniya,

Usi duniya mein – insaano ke aksar mele lagtey hai.

Muhabbat mil nahi jaati, sirif , aloh’ ko gaane se,

Muhabat ke liye insaan ko ladna bhi padta hai,

Isi duniya mein jannat hai isi duniya mein dojhak hai,

Kissey ab kya milega, yeh to jaalim waqt – hi jaane ??

THE END

The Train of Love Met The Bogie of Attraction at the Allahabad Station

Yeh duniya jindagi ke maino ko ulat deti hai

Hume mehsoos hota hai, ki hum bhi -ab- jara ruk le

Magar phir 'dil' tamancha leke -thai thai karta hai !!!

Muhabbat ke sabhi - Shahi Iradey - Tak Par Dekho 

Ki jaise - bheek ke paison se roti aa nahi sakti

ki jaise - sirf - marney se yeh jaa, ab jaa nahi sakti

Humey bhi us ghadi ka sabra se - ab dekhna hai 'aks'

Ki jis pal mein - yeh duniya - hummey ab 'samaa' nahi sakti

                                                                    Humour in life, is like oxygen in pipe, if any-"one" goes missing, life becomes weak. There are people in this world who can judge others, they say – they understand the psyche of the other person they are at face with, but if this the truth, why never on this Earth – one person, starting, from Adam – was ever able to tell the future, or even say, tailormake the future to his own taste.

                                                                 The truth is we as humans have this tendency to err. We believe in systems, we believe in rules, we believe in – the line that is drawn – by our elders, society or even – the social peace-makers, but do we ever think, life is bigger than – rules; life is bigger than ‘common laws’, life is bigger than ‘ordinary beliefs’.

                                                               It is but very natural to walk on a street on the left side only, but what about a man, with one leg, walking – on the right side, is he wrong, are the law-keepers to be blamed, or should we now say – God is different for “normally born people” and “disability” is satan sent.

If we are saying that disability is satan sent, then, what about children now born with many diseases, especially – with a hole in their heart, no it won’t be correct. God has made us all, and God has made us all with a purpose.

                                                           The eventual goal of a person’s life is to find that goal. That goal maybe “bread” for someone, it maybe “social acceptance” for someone, and it maybe – “social adjustment” for someone.

                                                            We all are born imperfect – but the truth is – “this is the most perfect truth” – that has never left us. I very recently found myself in a situation – where – I met someone, who holds onto life, like – that control – is with the person himself, but the truth is – our lives are controlled by some unknown powers from above.

                                                               We want to be happy, but sadness surrounds us. We want to be desolate but the crowds never leave us, we want to be Gods ourselves, but – we become the big slaves to our own destinies.

                                                                If love is just a feeling, and the world runs around money alone, then, why do – almost 90% of the world money runs around love. Initially there was “happy birthday” only, now it is valentine’s day, now it is father’s day, now it is mother’s day; and days are not far when we will have – a garden day and a pet day as well.

Would not like to write too long on this but would only close with a few lines –

“On a lonely night on a lonely roof,

With the hot wind blowing in my hair,

I was stuck like a man in the capsule lift,

Almost – feeling like a desperate bear.

When a star in the sky, to all others said good-bye,

And it fell straight away in the stream,

And I ran and I ran, I thought – why not pick the star,

And, the life of my “mind shall grow”,

But alas ! in the stream there were boats there were fish,

But the star had – just vanished like a dream !!!

If on Earth there is love, there is peace there is growth

In the eyes of s storm - why we grow ?

                                           We all dream, we all want to explore, we all want to be free. It is another truth – that life – has its own rules to follow.

                                           I have written this piece on a very different note today, the note of an unmeasured meter, but I’m sure when – you’ll go through the feeling of it – you’ll find yourself – on different plave altogether.

Take Care

Keep Living