A promise from my Coffin..

All faces seem so familiar,

every friend is today depressed,

every eye is shedding a tear,

everyone's sad, whosoever present here..

A crowd full of sad faces,

yet I feel some absence,

everything today would have been perfect,

in the crowd if you were present..

Few strong hands pick me high,

to make me reach a world in the sky,

A good-bye I wish I could have said,

but I sleep sound in my bed of death..

I make a promise from my coffin,

I will wake up and walk till the end,

All I wait is for one voice,

open your lips and call my name..

Lets build our world..

let us go somewhere far,

walk a mile or two,

pass some mountains and ridges,

cross some castles and houses..

lets go for a place so new,

traveled by none or atmost a few,

a place filled with jungle and river,

a place so saturated with nature..

lets build an island of you & me,

that would seem so endless, with no boundary,

we walk every evening, with no worry,

tired, we rest under a tree..

we live every season, summer & winter,

enjoy the evenings of rainy weather,

and for the sunrises, we wake up together,

you for me, me for you, we live for each other..

Soldier of love..

And I stepped forward, gathering all courage

preparing all for it, trying to be brave

got myself ready, like a soldier for his fight

marching ahead, for the final destination of my life..

With my heart in my hand, I walk along

loosening it from my fist, place it at your feet

pumps blood for me, but for you it does beat

and you crush it, ignoring the tears of blood it did bleed..

Am a soldier that lost his fight

but I didn't surrender, till my last breathe I tried

A last wish, some simple words, get it carve

in letter's bold, on my tombstone, SOLDIER OF LOVE..

Love beyond lives.

why is it so dark..??

why is the Earth so silent..??

is there some kind of grief..??

or just because, its few hours past midnight..??

all life turned to sleep

all machines are so silent

all dead's strangely awake

And I sit, near the peace of the lake..

A white shadow, breaking the dark

slow and steady, walk towards me

coming closer then before; wind starts to blow

sitting on her knees; the white shadow sits behind me..

catching hold of those beautiful eyes

I remember my princess

smiling and gazing at me

my pretty lovely lady..

you walked too long to come to me

walking miles & miles, crossing the fields

and the roaring highways; that are now manless

crossing the fairy houses; that we thought would built..

sitting under the moon

below the lovely tree

where we once used to meet

in those times, when we used to breathe..

the huge crowd, that built you

a beautiful stone carved grave,

every night you walk out of it,

to where I drowned myself in the lake..

Prison

the key is lost & the door is locked

no ray of light & I am imprisoned

light of the darkness & noise of the silence

accompanying me in the crowded prison

no chains, no guards; am free to myself

none eyeing on me to stop me from escaping

I can get on my feet & I can flee

but the key is lost and the door is locked

After a couple of fortnights more, the prison seems my home

am here to be forever, and that's the Sheriff's order,

I will be starved and hanged till death

in the prison of your heart where now I am jailed..

My world of reality

master's of truth now seem false to me,

I convince myself to disobey reality,

truth seems so painful, lie seems so sweet

you are a lie and you made me love it

memories of past when start hitting me,

I lose control and fall on my knee,

Breaks my heart, crushes my soul,

you are my past, once so beautiful

time was good when you swore promises on me,

that sound so great and appeared so lovely,

that now seems lost in the flow of time,

I am now lost in the barrels of old wine

I built myself a world, where you live with me,

live for each other, I call it my world of reality..

Road to my heart..

there is a road

deep down the ground

traveled by none

yet I have known

filled with red

but yet so safe

walk down my veins

and curve in your name

sound of the beats

yet lies some peace

you need to walk too long

to get in it

because it's my heart

and for you it does beat..

In search of truth..

I have a long journey to go,

walking all unknown roads,

escaping the deadly jungles,

swimming the deep rivers..

destiny, being my only mate,

upon no God, I do have any fate,

riding my old pair of boot,

i set my journey in search of truth..

suffering and hardships,

which have a deep friendship,

accompany me all along,

yet i never break down, walking so long..

broken bones, torn muscles,

yet my expectation turn no less,

far vision, less expectation,

jackpot of truth, is my expectation..

i know i shall never gain,

living the hardships with pain,

yet i decide to move on,

wearing my boots and go on and go on and go on..

SONG OF SUMMER

Am sure every football fan have sure watched the movie Green Street Hooligans or at least have heard One Blood by Terence Jay in the movie. Have you not felt your body having a sensation at the moment you tuned in it. Haven't you had the feeling of knocking down the heads of opponent team fans. Haven't you shed a tear when Charlie Hunnam was in his last senses. Ever imagined how crazy can football be. For some people out there in the ground its more than his last breath. A guy with a goal will always dream to take the golden ball. Some day try sticking this song in your gizmo and pluck in the headsets in your ears and a lonely walk in the lonely street behind your apartment at past midnight, and am sure you will have your heart beating faster than usual. Sure that you shall be no bored humming this song this entire summer. This Euro'12 just get yourself in football and listen up to this melody and you shall understand what fan following means for soccer. even for a soccer fan who has never stepped in the ground he shall murmur this tune the next time he steps in the ground. Elijah Wood stepping inside the hooligans of England and almost risking his life for it would turn over your senses. They didn't step out of their ground nor did they flee away, they stood their and fought. Even if you don't like soccer you shall like it after you tune in this beauty. Here goes the wordings,

In the far away fires
Where the hills forever burn
At the feet of our heroes
We try hard to learn
But the lesson is lost there
In the smoke and the mud
That we are one flesh, one breath, one life, one blood

I stood by the river
That ran red with shame
I stood in the killing fields
Where death had no name
I stood with my brothers
And away it flood
And we were one flesh, one breath, one life, one blood

Then I felt to the ground
Tasted ashes on my tongue
Thinking that only the dead
Are forever young
There was peace in the twilight
And for a moment among
It was a world without danger
A world without war
And I will take all your suffering
It will do any good
Cause we are one flesh, one breath, one life, one blood..

URGE TO LIVE

We often complain about being in problems but fail to appreciate life when we are in our happy days. Cursing life has become so common in the modern day problem ridden life of today. In modern day life of this century everyone longs for money, money demands hard work, hard work lessens fun, no fun initiates stress, depression accompanies stress and ultimately suicide follows. We forget to thank life the day we have a promotion or we get an increment in the salary but we never fail to curse life the moment we miss our morning bus. Frustrations have become our mate in daily life. We try artificial laughing to release stress which obviously sounds comical. We have forgotten the meaning of fun. At the end we suicide which is a coward's choice. Be it job security, excess hard work, uncontrolled stress, love failure, family tensions or any other issue, suicide has turned up to be a solution in most metros today.

The moment you long to leave the world think about those thousands of beggars and below poverty line people that we hardly care to see when we pass them the roadside. Think about the man with no limb or the man with job or the man who has no spouse. Aren't they alive..?? Aren't they happy..?? We must learn the art to live a life from the people living the life of a beggar. He cry's for a piece of bread just because he doesn't want to throw the most beautiful gift from God, life. The person who doesn't have a limb walks twenty miles a day without any complaint. The person who sings the sad soft song everyday was betrayed by his spouse long back. The person who dances heart fully in every festival has no job since long before. Yet we never see them complaining. They seem happier cause they appreciate life at each stage. When they face the worst moment of their life, they simply think of someone who is in a worst position now. We need to learn a lot from the guys who are happier without any seven figure salary and beautiful four-wheeler. Life's a gift, we must live it to the last. Ask the cost of life to a man who knows when shall his death come, yet he has the urge to live.

तुमसे मिलने से पह्ले

वो क्लास की मस्ती,

वो दोस्तों की हसी,

कितना खुश था में,

हमेशा मुस्कुराता था में 

न कोई दर

किसी को खोने का 

न कोई आंसू

किसी से बिचार्ने का 

सुबह का नास्ता 

दोपहर को एक cigarette  और चाय,

दिन भर के मस्ती 

और फिर bye bye ..

physics  के motion  की जगह

लडकियों के खवाब देखता था,

chemistry  के acid  की जगह 

cigarette का धुआ उरता था।

हर वो लड़की जिसके चेहरे में हसी थी 

हमें उससे प्यार हो जाता था,

हर सुबह होता था एक नए प्यार का एहसास

शाम थक बना देते थे उसे एक बकवास

मस्ती तो थी 

मगर जिंदगी एकदोम बेहाल थी 

तुमसे मिले से पहले 

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