WORDS

I wonder what many a while
many a while is true?
Is it you waiting for the right words
or words waiting for you..

Once a while you speak them out
& you stay to regret forever.
And Sometimes they flow
like God is speaking through.

But that they have a purpose,
a meaning, is always true.
Its funny how being your own many a times
you don't know what they make of you.

If being a man is standing by whatever you have said
living through hell mightn't be easy
but that is how you would be paid.

For all i have spoken and all i have sung
I realize after all my words are what make me human.
Pray I to the lord, from the bottom of my heart
that at least from now on
they help me be a better one.

smile

ever wondered why a smile adds to your beauty?

When you smile you open up, at least a bit. You open through your mouth a window to your heart, your lips making for a perfect pane. A human heart is characteristically beautiful. So you know now.......

Rebellion

You can try and choke my voice
by tonning loads on me.
fist and kicks on my face
can make my mouth bleed.
BUT I shall sing the truth
and people aint gonna be fooled.
Everybody's gonna be free
and nobody's gonna be ruled.
CUZ skies can be painted
and mountains can be moved,
but
its my words
in their minds
that aint gonna be removed~~

You can try and burn my skin
in the scorching noon
but i shall get up again
and start running soon
And I shall find the greens
By me people are gonna be led.
Nobody steals ; Nobody begs
and nobody's left unfed.
CUZ skies can be painted
and mountains can be moved,
but
its my words
in their minds
that aint gonna be removed~~


you can try and block my way
by ugly beasts on the road
you can try and bribe my heart
showing me mountains of gold.
But I shall keep on my way
my souls not gonna be sold
I shall open their minds
with stories left yet untold.
CUZ skies can be painted
and mountains can be moved,
but
its my words
in their minds
that aint gonna be removed~~

I shall open their minds
and nobody's gonna be blind.
Everybody would see the light
and nobody's left behind.
I shall choke the sorrow
I shall remove the pain
I shall make the clouds pour
and deserts shall see roses again.
CUZ skies can be painted
and mountains can be moved,
but
its my words
in their minds
that aint gonna be removed~~

ocean of peace

I find myself
smiling at you
when you smile at me
with no need to be.

I ask myself
what maketh me
maketh me with you,
with you feel at ease.
In your heart there's an ocean
an ocean
an ocean of peace.

I find myself
turning around
to see you walk
to know how you sound.


I try to keep up
with your beat
and want a place
next to your seat


I ask myself what maketh me
to breath with you
and feel at ease
In your heart there's an ocean
an ocean
an ocean of peace.

I stumble across
to get your sight
and you look at me
every thing is right

I love those moments
i want to hold
with you graying
would be never too old



I ask myself what maketh me
maketh me dream with you
with you feel at ease
In your heart there's an ocean
an ocean
an ocean of peace.


To be with you wont forever be
wont forever be
my destiny
can you share with me this ocean?
lemme swim in it
lemme feel the waves
lemme feel the waves oh please!!
In your heart there is an ocean
an ocean
an ocean..........of peace.

Poem--VAGABOND

Its a beautiful sun;
and I am the one,
to love it all day,
singing on my way.

On the road ahead
I see this beautiful land;
beckoning me with love
as I do understand.

So here I come,
O' green grasses there,
with flowers on them
like I have seen nowhere.

With their scent in me,
I feel i am free,
and nothing can stop,
This running spree.

The breeze wheezing by,
Kisses my skin.
Nothing describes,
What I am feeling within.

The blood pumping in
fills so much life in my heart,
i feel no grief,
Can rip it apart.

Its a beautiful sun
and I am on the run,
to find solace,
in this beautiful place.

Its a beautiful sun
and I am the one
to love it all day
Singing..on....my...way...............

Today i am gonna smile all day.
I did not decide this when i woke up. I was on a morning stroll on the road when i saw a polio vaccination drive being undertaken at the doorsteps of a hospital in Rahulnagar,the place i live in. A few steps away there is a road to a basti, where at the start of this road there is a shop. The stair way to the shop is bound by cement verandas on both the sides. On one of the sides on a veranda there was an elderly woman sitting with a child that i assumed to be her grandson. Oblivious as she seemed she did not know about the drive (or the significance of such drives). So obviously she was sitting there busying the child with nothingness. When all of a sudden i saw a small girl in pink with a bright smile on her face. she must be around ten years old. I assumed her smiling as if she was unusually happy about something, or so i could guess from the side view of her's i managed to have. She was calling the old woman. She was waving or pointing at something . It did not take me much time to realize that she was asking the old woman to take the child to the vaccination center. Then the mere ask transformed into insistence, from insistence to persisting frenzy plead. Then fed up of the old woman's head wagging she took the onus upon herself. She picked up the child with some effort, more than what a girl would normally need. I got closer, wondering. She by now had hoisted the healthy boy on her slender hips. Then i saw it, and was overwhelmed by what i saw. It was her left arm that was inexplicably smaller and a lot more tender as compared to her right. The side of her's that i could not see earlier, had much to be seen in it. She suffered from polio herself. But happy she was to make the vaccine available to that child that i can safely presume to be her brother. Her stride was willful, her eyes were wishful. I now can understand what it was that overwhelmed me. It was the human spirit, of the pride that i feel in belonging to same species that she belongs to. I decided then that i would smile all day, as a tribute to this girl

.....er....I didn't ask her her name...
..now i am laughing at myself for that.

if you fall in love.......

I wonder
if
if you fall in love with a woman's gait, you will love her for another couple of decades only, for, by then she would not have the same grace.
if you fall in love with a woman's lips, she will hold your attention every breath you spend with her for the many a decades until she grows old.
if you fall in love with a woman's eyes you shall love her for the entire life, for they will remain the same.
if you fall in love with a woman's soul, you shall love her not only for the entire life but also the life after that and after that and after that....that is what we mean by loving forever...and what's more?..when you love her soul you will love her eyes, lips , gait and her entire self with no differentiation of one kind from the other...

The lightning rod.

Once a warrior from Sparta returned home after the war with the Persians.Being one of the best he had fought the fiercest battalion of the Persians. He was said to have used bones of wild animals to make weapons to kill the Persians after his original weapons had worn out. He was invited to Athens where he was awarded the best warrior to have stuck to the fight when the toughest would have given up.
The lords and generals in the parliament asked " after having done what you have done..how do you feel". To this he answered "I feel ..nothing"."No really you have to tell us, it is not a mere achievement, how do you feel?""I feel nothing...nothing really"
"how can you feel nothing?". "After all you are in a position one would want to be ever since a spartan is born..this glory ...this honor...this acknowledgment of your excellent endurability..consummation of your existence"
The spartan with a smile on his face said" Once there was a Heavy storm during the war.The sea nearby was roaring and the sky was delivering bolts of lightning. The weather was so heavy that it had paralyzed the war.
There was a lightning rod in the center of our tent. We knew what it was going through. We were scattered to the boundaries of the tent.
After the storm abated a bit, I went up to the rod and asked what it feels like.
It said ........
"I feel nothing""

ONE LINERS

if u like to have it short and sweet:---------

The only original sin:-absence of intent

to say 'where wealth accumulates men decay' is to say 'where books accumulate brains decay'


If one loves himself more having met u than earlier then that one is sure to love u


everyone comes with an unlimited capacity to be happy. It is doubting this fact that makes sorrow possible



Blood spilled in a war is the measure of bravery and the blood saved from being spilled is the measure of intelligence


Noah might build an ark for all the animals but the humans will still have to swim their way

There is always an opportunity or an opportunity to make one

Intelligence be measured not by the answers you give but by the questions you ask

If you cant assert it ,you have no such right

'Soon' is always later than 'Now'

theology

Religion. So much is spoken about this one word that u wonder whether to subject ur consciousness to the thoughts presented. Ok, so how many of them do you know?..Mohammedan, christian, Jew, Hindu, Jain, Buddhist and there may be more. You know what my answer would be to that question? how many religions do u know?
Ans.6,706,993,152(as estimated on July 08)
....confused??.....well lemme explain
...For starters, that(6,706,993,152) is the world population.
God is in Man. Inside him. Yes, inside everyone of us. If u agree to that then lemme tell you religion is nothing more than way to reach God (alternatively the ultimate self). Every one out of the 6,706,993,152 of us is a unique make. If the destinations are different how can ways be the same??
So there is got to be that many ways to your own ultimate self. There are got to be that many religions. Next time you visit a temple just because ur religion demands ..think again. U must be insane if u think God demands any protocols. God is realized by getting nearer to yourself ..by enjoying life. U enjoy growing flowers in your garden, do that. Go, kiss your love. Eat ice cream, give it to others. Play football ,dance to music...if they ask you...tell them to get the hell out of your way.......your way to ur ultimate happy self.....your way to GOD.

Approaching problems: a thought wave

One has to agree that problems in the human mind have a peculiar characteristic of getting attracted towards each other. In a way they defeat you by seeming to be bigger than they are individually. You need to see them as different tasks/consequences.
Lemme illustrate...U ask urself y your day was bad... venever u have a bad day. And there is every chance dat u wud say...you missed your bus......Ur boss shouted on you. The food was awfully salty, or even ...a pussycat crossed ur way.
Now what has you getting late for the bus(problem:1) anything to do with you getting an awfully salty food(problem:2). Your inability to seperate problems, your incapability to see them in isolation could be precisely the reason u had a bad day!
Considering problems in isolation will help you in concentrating ur mental energy on one particular problem and eliminate it.

Conscience : a short story

Arun was in need of money. He had a brother admitted in the hospital.
As everyday, he boarded the 8:30 fast local to CST. In appearance he was a very humble bodied man in loose shirts, which characteristically did not match his trousers. A first class misfit he was, used to travel in the first class just because he availed the company first class pass facility and that travelling in second class would only make his appearance look worse.
Ravi, his co-traveller, unlike arun, was a well to do (a normal first class traveller) person. Today arun had decided he would speak to his boss or colleagues (or worse both) about his dire need of some loan. In retrospect he thought , had he accepted bribe, had he walked the normal (otherwise immoral) path, he would be doing well enough to not see such a day when in dire need of money he has no idea where it is going to come from. Would it be enough? Would it suffice?
All of a sudden there was a cry. Some guy was pick pocketed in the main alley of the train. It was of course an easy proposition for an experienced hand at pick pocketing. Crowded train, a fully stuffed leather wallet, begging to be freed from the tight grip of jeans: chickens don’t come thicker.
It takes only one person’s judgement, the first accusation, and the accused is given no chance of an explanation or a trial. After all they wont get a better person to dump the anger of the bad morning tea or some pungent remarks of their better halves than that accused. For a person who looks like arun it is very easy to be that accused. What tells you? His appearance. And there they were, pouring their fists at his bespectacled brown face. And he took it all without a word. He would have bled badly had it not been Ravi arriving on time and getting him away from the angry crowb ( dats crowd and mob).
“ why did you not tell them it was not you? I know it wasn’t you who did it? Why did u keep quiet?” To this arun replied “I happened to think had I been the pickpocketer, my problems would have been solved so easily. All the money I need was there...........................


I had borne all the fists for having let that thought come to my mind."

Poem---the power of small

In the nature’s womb, deep in a valley,
There was a waterfall.
At the bottom there lay a Rock,
bigger, stronger, mightier than all.

The rock used to laugh on the splashing drops
::”thinking what they dash against me?”
But the drops won’t mind the pain, and they;
shall fall, as they should be.

It lay there but lonely, for
very rough was it to trudge on.
Sad, but still proud, laid there the rock
as time passed and passed for long.

Until a young kid passed by,
Searching for a place to sit,
Chose that rock of all,
As a place where he would keep his feet.




In long sought a company merry
Of the young boy’s feet, and music from his flute.
Revelled the stone:
“what suddenly made me so likable from so brute?”


And smoothening the roughness were there
The drops that glided by.
Nothing could have brought this change
But for their persistent try.

Most beautiful changes can be brought
Not always from the mighty,
As from the meek.
A little girl, though small and powerless
Can still change you by a
Kiss on your cheek.