GOING ON

Cause it wasn't about doing and just giving it a try
I set my sails off to get across the bay
I rowed to direct the boat my way
But it were the waves that took it away

When it wasn't about reaching but seeing the target
I moved on to have the clearest view
The road was diminished in the mist of dew
Until I could end up, landing on the target I knew

Then it wasn't about winning and just getting through
I shut the rest and focused on my very next
Every new step turned up to be my best
In the end I stood better than the rest

At last it wasn't about living but merely surviving
I inhaled the air to pump up myself
I realized and enjoyed how this all went
I lived a lifetime that I did intend

THE LOSS

Hey the little one-"What makes you cry?"
Ah! Let me guess-That's perhaps the broken toy
You were involved in it 24X7 and got used to it
Or maybe you lost that was nearest to your heart
Oh no! Its your parents this time who lost their dearest
And that's 'YOU', they got so used to
I understand how does it feel like and I am sorry
But listen dear- Its insane and more is me
Because I can't explain 'HOW?' and 'WHY?'
For the most I can hug you and pat on your back
I can get you a candy and a new toy
To console you and plead you not to cry
But I know that won't help cause you are just five

And turning to your parents
Expecting them to have a better sight
I found them also crying- I wonder why?
To them, it must be known that there is nothing they own
All this is a glimpse of the mighty, that is soon to pass by
But as they grow, they are drown
Sinking and mingled with the fake worldly delights

You are just a bud of flower, that's yet being nurtured
Got your own world surrounded by roses
That fragrant the air around you and you breathe it
Whenever there is a storm, its the elder ones
That wake up without letting you know
They fight and safeguard you until they die
But never let disappear the apple of their eye

When you are exposed you realize your fate
You come to know life is an ordeal to face
You've got to fight your own battles
Sometimes you win while others you lose
Victory is what lifts you up
Every lost battle counts and yanks you down
But its all about how you shape your base
That keeps you fly high
Till you end up winning the race

And probably it will be too late
Might be just prior to your death bed
That you realize nothing is yours
Everything you earned in life adds up to your debts
One you have got to pay when you were about to leave
Cause this life is all about giving up in the end
What we receive

In your mean time whatever you lost
Actually had never been yours
And what belongs to you is never lost
But you can't even claim this life being yours
A day in everyone's life when they die
And all goes to nothingness
"So hush dear baby and please don't cry"

APPARENT SUCCESS

I am climbing a new height everyday
Getting close to the stars, befriending a few
Shall be shaking hands in a day or two
Almost touching the sky; so close
The one I used to interact with during the summer nights
Laying in the open space, counting the stars and their heights
All figure it out to be my destiny
But none cares to justify

In my child days, I climbed up stairs
After resting for a while jumped from there
Many times, got it right, aroused confidence in me
While few times, disbalanced;
Broke my knee, yet never weep
Muddy hands, washed them up
Laughed and delighted, again marched up
Looking at past, I always smile
But never a moment when laughter strikes

Cause I didn't want to fly in air, just swim in sea
Birds are less trustworthy than fishes underneath
Though birds fly high in air, but not persistently
And may come to rest on ground, eventually
Unlike the fishes that never abandon the ocean around
So, I prefer drowning to fall on ground
Also that it bears a lesser impact and
Always probable to locate an island nearby
Better to be on surface than draping so high

Maybe to the world, I stand as a trademark of success
But I am no merchant, so unaware with my own business
Scanning my soul, detected a deep void
Echoing aloud the pebbles, few heard, didn't get into deep
Said was narrating the story of my steps to glory
Far away from poetry, still trying to rhyme today
Never alerted my conscience, burned my soul deep inside
Guess that is enough on my part now to confess
I am a failure of time, perhaps

THE UNFAVORED

Its vain to argue
Its accepted and is true
We are lagging in comforts
We are the victims in the world

The moment we are born, the counting is reversed
The moment we try to develop, we are harassed
When we start dreaming, we are wake up
When we start breathing, air is cut
















We are not the masters of the will
We are not hailed but still
We are living and with a hope
We are just trying our best to cope

A meaningless life with no reasons
A passing of time with no favors
A thought of leading further, does frustrate
All we do is put to wait

THROUGH TO MATURITY

I used to be a day dreamer
Gold and silver all floated in rivers
All i dreamt was power and wealth
Didn't just care for all the rest

With growing maturity, begin to realize
All the materials were setting bait
Trying to trap and alter my mind
Stealing away my inner conscience



















Flowing with the wind, I lost my control
Unable to decide where to head for
The weather calmed down, stability headed my way
With a sudden blow of time, I was taken away

Possibilities begin to arrive my way
Yet a fear of the following day
But was comforting and gave me pleasure
All I thought was making the vision sharper