With a broken you within, I'd have to wear a smile..
When there would be no one around,
I would hug you and cry..
I would abuse every love song,
And humm a lullabye along..
O' heart I'll mend you again,
But don't you ever go away..
Because underneath this me going mad,
I just can't see you sad..
I didn't write this poem treating heart as an organ. I wrote it feeling it like a baby being cared by its mother. She asks, tells, scolds her little bud not because she doesn't want him to play, have fun and enjoy its freedom but because she fears if it falls it might get badly hurt. She teaches herself to sacrifice her little one's little smile to save it from tears. But the kid is born to run wild and play. It is destined to learn on its own. You might stop yourself, but you can never stop your heart to do what it feels. That's what makes it special. It fights for its freedom.
In this life, some decisions are made by self, some by the circumstances. You often decide what you want and eventually achieve it someday. Meanwhile something is being taken away from you silently, you realize when it is all gone. You always have to choose one of the two. These are the decisions which distinguish between who you were and who you would eventually become.
When the struggle is for a job,
The clock slows down to kill your patience and hope..
When the pay packages of the world surmount,
The silence in your head cries out loud..
Eventually when your hard work breaches the walls of challenges,
The critic whispers are put to silence..
You outshine your stars with your brilliance,
But happiness knows no permanence..
The one between my death and your love..
And the world rotates in front of my eyes,
As I rise above..
I have lost too much trying to figure things out,
It was one and only you I can’t live without..
I try I fail I cry, I try giving up, I fail, I try,
Could never find the reason why..
Well, its all blossoming up as monsoon is approaching. I am told about it by some people in Mawsynram. Since 1600 BC (? Well that's the time first poem was written as per wiki), monsoon has been considered to be the most wonderful time for love. I don't know why. It feels lovely whole year. In other words, hot or cold weather can't stop you from having fun. Ahaan! Anyway, let's move on from your devil's smile. Time and again poets have been associating seasons of the year with seasons of their lives. Summer is considered to be the most beautiful season in Europe. Europeans love soaking some sun. Lo...lo..lo..love the summer sun , sipping in bacar-didi rum. Europeans love summers. Delhi... Europeans never visit Delhi in summer, they don't want to be dumped so badly by their love.
This is by far the weirdest thing I have written. I have written a lot about love, relationships, their dynamics, some critical current issue. But this time I have written something out of the box. I wonder if I did justice to the topic I picked. How badly we're caught in the busy beautiful life. You have a good family, a good girlfriend(assuming they exist :P ), a good job, everything just about perfect. You are fulfilling all your duties to perfection. Everyone needs a piece of you, and you happy giving that. A moment comes out of nowhere , when you find you are doing everything for everyone else, but forgot to love the most important person of your life. Whom? You yourself. You need and deserve a bit of yourself !
That is the reason... I am away : D
This post doesn’t have any video or poem attached with it. So if you are looking for entertainment please look into some other posts. There are many of them. What I am searching for today is an answer to a question that has been troubling me for quite some time now.
The stories of love are as immortal and eternal as the word love itself...
The story of a true follower of this ever progressing carnival that engulfs lives of millions and touches hearts of one and all.
The story of a Girl that lost some and gained some...
Lost _____
Her identity,
Her wishes, and
Her life...
Gained a status, immortality, and respect of being a lover.....True lover........
Each one of us has at least one person in our lives that we value more than our lives. If you don’t have one, you’ll find that someone special for you one day or the other. Suppose you had one, and you had a tiff, a bad one and you suddenly land upon a situation that you can’t bear.You don’t want to be together, but you can’t be apart.Once so close, now so far. You can’t talk to each other, you can’t see each other, and all you can do is to shed tears alone. The alienation is unbearably painful…
You want it back, but you don’t wish to take the first step… I wonderwhy!
I am Googling weird things... Searching for something that cheers me up!
And finally I am hit by a thought that how a teen's life resembles to a donkey... (Dare you recall my photos!!)
Or rather worse at times!!
The amount of work a teen is supposed to do is as difficult as carrying tons of load on your back. The load of expectations of family and friends, studies, the competition ahead, and career takes its toll on an adolescent’s mind. A numb mind, a tired soul, that wishes to just sit back a give itself a moment ofpeace not silence. Do we not deserve care, love, and appreciation or not going too far, at least we deserve to be heard?
A lot of instances come in life when you want to cry, but you don't get a shoulder to cry upon. Even if we cry, look to give things up, the world shows no mercy.
I look at a donkey carrying heavy load; he doesn't look alien to me. So I ended up Googling "Home for Helpless Donkeys". Like a vagabond, I wandered across a number of pages and learnt about something substantial.
And i found strikingly similar..... Home for Helpless donkeys!
Talking about donkeys, there are many of those, street donkeys, asses & mules in Leh that have been injured similar to what happens everyday around us. Many of them are old, disabled and no longer able to work so they are abandoned in the street, left on their fate. After an already hard so called 'life' , they are compulsed to feed on trash around them . We're also heading the same road. We are capable to do almost anything at youth but not quite at old. And that moment I don't think we would ever be cared. You can't prevent yourself from feeling for this animal and for yourself as well.
Here we can talk about a very unique idea of aHome. Unique for the way, Humans treat animals. "Home for Helpless Donkeys" is the answer to this big question. It was set up by South African photojournalist Joanne Lefson and run by caretaker Padma Dorje where these lovely cute donkeys receive medical care, food and a sanctuary away from Leh's vicious dogs. They are being given a life that they deserve probably more than us. Or not quite!
Isn't it amazing, eating, mating and playing with a warm space to sleep, Oops!! only for donkeys. I was pretty touched with the kind gesture some people have shown for this discarded breed of animals.
But I wonder why we confuse a donkey’s innocence for stupidity!
Wonder why we use his name as slang..
I feel pathetic for this misdemeanor and apologetic to this wonderful creature.
Next time you see a stray animal think about his misery, an d feed something … Let’s be human to animals..
There should be a place for me as well somewhere- after being called a donkey a million times by fellows, I certainly feel I stand a chance to get admission in the Home for Helpless donkeys! Hopefully there should be no entrance test there.
If there is one, I would rather be myself going there. I am sure they'll understand.
This is something that has never happened on GvSparx..
Completely new! But encouragement from you makes me do the different..
This time I've translated the complete post
Kabhi to Saath Chalo to English without using Google Translate for all those who can't understand my Hindi...
Time never stops. It races over you and you can't ask it to halt. Is it so emotionless, so unperturbed, so mean. I don't want it to stop. I just ask it to walk along with me. I hope it agrees!
Life is a race. Every moment is a contest, everyday is a competition. We are a part of this mad race. Even if we try to we can't grow at our pace. They say time can heal every wound. I say time gives you wounds that cannot be healed. Feeling the pain, time gives us every moment there is an urge to flow and glide rather than gush and rush. I ask the might of time to walk alongside.
Note: The post given underneath is in Hindi. To view English version click Walk Along with me
Kabhi to Saath Chalo
Raftaar-e-zindgi kam nahi hoti,
Jung-e-zindgi khatm nahi hoti..
Daudna hai waqt se tez,
Raza poori nahi hoti..
Kaandhe zimmedario se jhuke hai,
Hausalo se tane hain..
Kadm thakaan me dafn hai,
Josh me badte rahe hain..
Mauka nahi naino ko nidra ka,
khuli aankho se khwab dekhna hai..
Mauka nahi jism ko madira ka,
nirantar aage badna hai..
Sagar kinaare dunia baithti hai,
mujhe ufanti lehero pe daudna hai..
Zameen par bahut bheed hai,
Mujhe aasmaano me udna hai..
Khush hu agar tuje ye manzoor hai,
varna pakka mera fitoor hai..
Rukna meri fitrat nahi,
Aaraam meri kismat nahi..
Fir bhi ek iltejah kubool kar sake to kar le,
mere dard ko mehsoos kar sake to kar le..
Shayad is daud me kuchh pichhe chhoot gya,
mai mai na raha har rishta jaise toot gya..
Khwaabo k ishq me neend bhool gya,
lambi udaano me zameen ko bhool gya..
Meri galti nahi,
waqt ka veg hi kuchh aisa hai..
Har koi behta chala jaata hai..
Ek baar jo behne lage,koi kinaara nahi milta,
ek baar jo doobne lage,koi sahaara nahi milta..
Tere nakhsekadm pe daudte rahe,
teri bisaat par pal pal zindgi khote rahe..
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere,
Manzilo ki nahi raasto ki chaah hai..
Udaano ki nahi hawao ki chaah hai,
daudne ki nahi aaj baithne ki chaah hai..
Rukna teri fitrat nahi,
Tujhe rok saku meri haisiyat nahi..
Tere sath daudne ki aaj chahat nahi,
Mai ruk saku aisi kismat nahi..
Kar sake to ye ehsaan mujhpar kar de,
Do pal ki zindgi mere naam kar de..
Humne bahut sitam sahe hai tere,
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere..
Aaj ye iltejah hai,
kal shayad na rahe..
Kal is shareer me,
shaayad dil hi na rahe..
Ek marti aatma ki antim khwahish poori kar de,
do pal is gareeb ke naam kar de..
Bahut daude hain hum saath tere,
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere..
Khud ki nahi fikr,na kadr,
Do pal to jeena hai..
Bus aaj hai khwahish ka zikr,
Kal fir zeher peena hai..
Khuli aankho se khwaab dekhunga,
Tujhse tez daudunga..
Teri bisaat par har baazi jeetunga,
Par shayad ek insan kho dunga..
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere....
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere....
In this glitzy world, everything has been polished so hard that the originality of each entity has been lost. We get attracted to things that do not really exist. We value things that don't really matter. We care about things not about people. Strange! Isn't it? Even when you achieve great heights, if you don't have someone to celebrate it, it means nothing...!!
You'll realize it , only if it happens to you...
I pray it doesn't!
Coutesy: SantaBanta.com
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To the limit my eyes can see, There are dazzling lights, as vivid as they can be.. To the limit my ears can bear, The streets is buzzing so loud and clear..
I dreamt and turned it to reality, Beyond the crowd’s credibility.. Everyone out there dazed and envied, I kept rising, never gave it a heed..
More than what I ever required, I achieved all what I desired.. Everything I touched turned to gold, A hand is what I fear to hold..
I have everything that can be demonstrated in a mart, I have nothing that can be enclosed in my heart.. Everything belongs to me, But no one belongs to me..
I have a heart to cry out, A million scars to show.. But why my face frowns, No one is interested to know..
A million stories were sold, In my name that I never knew.. A trillion lies were told, About what I never went through..
This mystic world, seems a golden cage, Imprisonment for life feels so savage.. I have fallen in love with my solitude, I leave behind my uncared destitute.. I move on, I move ahead..
You wish to move away. Away from the daily grudges and atrocities of life, all money and lavish lifestyle seem a waste and you just wish to fade away. But every wish doesn't come true. We must face whatever we are subjected to.
Talent develops in tranquility, character in the full current of human life.
