The Man in the Sea..


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He was a helpless man drifting in the seas,

Thriving on ‘hope’ , to see the land and its trees.

Without any food nor any sleep,

All he could do was to sit down and weep.

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The Fearful Fate..


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It has been a rough past few years,

In a pursuit, to overcome all my fears.

Those fears which shook me awake from my sleep,

And the very fears which made me secretly weep.

Yet, they still seem to overwhelm me,

Maybe they ‘LOVE’ me so much to let me free.

Ah, the word – ‘LOVE’ , now I know the reason,

This was always about that very treason.

A treason, that left them heart broken,

A treason that left them clueless and unspoken.

But, did anyone ask how did I feel committing it ?

Oh please do, for it was for your own good that I fell in that infernal pit.

Each day, I put on a very tight veil,

A veil that portrays happiness and masks my wail.

This veil again is a reminder of my fears,

Oh no, if it breaks loose it’ll expose all my tears.

I wish I could live with at least a wee bit of glee,

For a few moments to be fearless and free.

I wish there comes a day in my life,

Where I can sing an end to this internal strife.

Oh, I shall wait,

However long it might be, for I know that’s my unavoidable fate.

 

 

The Glory..!!


Little beads of sweat trickling by,

You keep walking, unfazed by the pain,with the head held high.

“Why should thou bear it?” asks your heart,

There comes the answer, the very first memory, right from the start.

You make your first step, you see many people patting your shoulder,

You answer all those challenges,you now sense the inner flame smolder.

You rise to glory, you taste every bit of it,

You now wanted to run faster, never did you try to slow down,never did you try to sit.

Now here comes a point, you stumble upon a little stone,

The wound so intense, paining through the skin and deep into the bone.

You now look for friends, you now look for help,

Oh,they are all long gone,no one to cure the pain,no one to soothe the yelp.

You now realize, you are on your own,

You now will learn to stand up, yes indeed you are alone.

You stand up to move ahead, with a new energy,with a new ardor,

You never are satisfied, your soul raves you to try harder.

The passion for your glory is now not the same,

You now feel a zeal burning within, oh, don’t stop, go on, feed the flame.

A little step is what all it shall take,

To find new questions and their answers, oh, let there be anything at stake.

                                  

The only word that mattered-Hope


Hope,the only single word that i’ve always thrived upon,

The only word that held me through every lonely dusk and every painful dawn.

Every agonizing thought and every hurtful memory that i’ve been through,

It was only hope that helped me stand firm,it was the only thing that I could turn to.

Now,even that tiny hope started to break away,

How can I survive, How can I stay?

Every flower I saw always seemed to bloom,

Didn’t it ever go  through a scorching summer,or atleast thrive through a gloom?

It answered yes, But then how could it never feel any of those fears,

Where I stand struggling every day to hide my painful tears.

I asked it the same,It said it always relied upon a word,

That word always ensured it a gleeful spring through every problem unheard.

It was Hope indeed,It promised the flowers,

That It shall make them happy,that It shall very soon bring the showers.

What mistake have I done?

Why should I be abandoned by It,Why should I be left with none?

I once spoke to a little kid,

What if your best friend finds out your love to her,what if she will forbid?

He said, there is a word that always avoids such a nightmare,

It always helped him stay strong,it always helped him adhere.

It was again Hope indeed, It ensured him a very firm consent,

But why was I discarded by It,why must only I be the sufferer of such a torment.

I really didn’t know what should I do,

Whom shall lend me a shoulder to cry upon,how shall I get through?

I only wish that It comes back to me,

Hope of Hope is all that is left,please comeback and set my soul free.

The Twist and The Turn

The Twist and The Turn

A maze of thoughts inside you head,
Those twists and turns,gosh they make you feel dead.
You walk along a path,
Never can you fathom why this had to be your wrath.


The Twist and The Turn

A maze of thoughts inside you head,

Those twists and turns,gosh they make you feel dead.

You walk along a path,

Never can you fathom why this had to be your wrath.

During the journey ever if you strike a dead end,don’t you worry,just grab the rope with all the might,

And move on,if you find the the other intermittent path,that shall be your soul’s biggest delight.

If you find anything fluster in your path along,

Don’t you worry,just hold another’s hand and that shall make you a manifold strong.

What is this life and what is it meant to be,

Can be understood only when you live and impel yourself to see!!