Who says you are going nowhere? We all have got someplace to be, but can’t it wait? Why can’t everything just stop for a moment and one can just sit by and watch this halt. What would it show to us? About ourselves, this world and everyone around. Is this what you want from life, if not then you got someplace to be.
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Are you following ?
Your heart, your nerves, your thoughts
Or just buzzing around like a fly
Ephemeral and without purpose
Drifting along in the breeze
Rolling around like a moss ball
Being swept around by the gales
Or changing the tides,
making a dent
In this mighty universe.
Are you moving on ?
Or simply standing around
Waiting to be swept off your feet
By some other grandeur
Fixed like a star you are
With painted emotions
Or are you ?
Painting new horizons
With every breath stroke
Beginning with your will again
When you think you are broke,
Are you listening ?
To the sounds around
Or simply hearing the noise
Hear hear, the little voice inside
In its faint tone it is calling you out wide
To strike your mightiest blow
And make a dent.
Are you following ?
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Scourging the crime in dark alleys
riding down sharp valleys
striking hard blows to stark realities
indulging myself in theatricalities
know that i am not a mere dilettante
the wrongdoers fear me,
so they call me the vigilante
Lending voice to the underdogs
raging my anger on the hogs
cleaning up every murk that clogs
my streets, my town, my blocks
through pointed punishments I establish shanti
the gangsters, scared of me,
call me the vigilante
Nothing great I do
I fight, is all I do
Injustice, crime and criminals I hate
Who needs my help, I simply anticipate
I do only good in this world so scanty
The politicians despise me
And they call me the vigilante.
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There is an anger
Hidden Within all of us
Only Few can Control it..
Controlled by it are others
Driving us, dividing us, trifling us
Making us imprudent and unwise
From within like a serpent thus
Evil plans it does devise
There is some anger
Pushing it’s way to outside
Through words and deeds
When expressed, spreading vice
Blaming us, defaming us, claiming us
Playing with our emotions
From within manipulating thus
Creates conflicting notions
There is little anger
Within all of us
But if you can kill it
Or just ask it to hush
Compress it, suppress it, express it
Forget it and never recall
If you can just somehow control your anger
I promise you can control it all.
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It takes courage to fight for one’s life.
To tread off leading paths.
And wander into darkness
Rejecting much sought after lights.
It takes courage to risk it all
To play dice with God,
And endeavor in unknown realms.
To meet strangers, befriending some
And making some enemies.
It takes courage to follow your dreams
To row your boat through gushing streams
While some labour and wait
And some just wait and scream.
It takes courage to speak up
To try and try but never give up
While some are busy complaining
And some just fill their cup
It takes courage to stand up for right
To never go down without a fight
While some fight and lose and quit
And some lose yet fight and win
Courage it takes to kill and die
To fight for truth when all about you lie
While few reason what and why?
Some simply settle with a tie.
It takes courage to face each moment
While life gives us big challenges
While some always repent
Over what they did
And some are always lost
in what they haven’t done.
It takes only courage
And nothing else
To do whatever you want
To get further than the world will grant
It takes courage to take the journey
To the destination of your dreams
While some simply see the end
Of their journeys
And others see
beginnings at the end.
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I am not the broken star
Which falls solitary at night.
Nor the black sky,
Which craves for light.
I do not belong
to this majestic world,
I am but a lonely bird.
I am not the falling rain
which regrets, why it fell in disdain.
I am not the lovely rose.
With pleasure,
which fills people’s nose.
I am but the tender wine.
Slipping upon a shiny lipline.
I am not the gushing wind.
Nor I am the surging breeze
I am your deepest thoughts.
Not the drenching rain,
But I am all that draughts.
I am not a helping hand
Nor a shoulder to cry on
but I am that fainting light
which blinks far far away
and says to ‘go on !’
I am not your last desire
neither hope nor a fire
I am but a speckle, a splinter
Which shall never retire
Burning brightly though small
this is what I am
and that is all.
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Whispers of Immortality 