Opinions and options
Crinions and auctions
Likes and dislikes
Lest
All plattered at same station,
Choices we make
Or
Voices we brake
Is the one , that
Set our destination
And
Quench our incarnation
Lies and truth is what we keep searching for
Answers which we keep trimming off
Clusters of empty boxes
And
The Lust to fill in for
What stays at last
Is ,the mystery unsolved
Un-answred questions
And just a thought
” Are we done here ? “
Sorted and snorted
Carved and veiled
Likes and dislikes
For and to the ones I speak
Scrumbant I live
Crumbiant I creak
Words and tones
That make me tweet
Tags of ignorance
I scrambel up through
Tough , very tough
Though hastily I plow
Ruggedness inside me
Has
Lasted long
Fasted long
And
Leveraged to a point
That no more it troubles my mind.
Somewhere cruising between time and date
That
I happen to attend by my fate
The one that stood behind
and
The one I am waiting to bind
THOUGHTS .,
They bruise
They use
They abuse
They seduce
They laugh
They play
Yet
When they stay
make me choose
My cup of cake
THOUGHTS.,
I grieve I dream
I applaud to the ones I ream
They render they wander
At time oozing out of the sender
THOUGHTS
Laughter , smiles and tweeks
Hare Krishna hare rama tweets
Random rough places were at we
Clicked picked and engraved some
inside of our family tree
Best moments with almighty thee
Some muse some strings
A-loud they sphinxed…..
Majestic place
A heavenly palace
People with smiling face
And just one name on their lips
” Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna
Hare hare
Hare Rama
Hare Rama
Ramo Rama
Hare hare “.
दिल किया कुछ लिखदू अज्ज इं खाली पन्नों में
कुछ भी
कोई पुरानी याद य किसी की बात
कोई पुराना किस्सा , जो था कभी मुझसे लिपटा
सुनसान रास्ते पर चलते बुहत दूर निकल आया
इतना
की अब उन्हीं रास्तों से वापसी का पता पूछता हूं
कभी सोचा कि रुक जाऊं ,
देखू तो रास्ते जा किधर रहा है
पर फिर चलदिया यह सोच के कि अब शायद मजिल पास ही है ।बस फिर क्या
रास्ता बढ़ता गया
नए लोग मिलते गए
नए सपने बुनते गए….. वक़्त से सब बदला,
नहीं बदला तो बस चलने सुरूर.. इसका अपना ही एक नशा है ।(TRANSLATION)Far from ME
Time and road
Have dare to load
Happiness critisism love and hatred
All in one barrel
Which i sip daily
It tastes gud , may be bad not sure
But i drink a part from it daily.
Nevertheless I add my pinch of toppings sometimes, some salt some honey some pepper
Righteously plattered
But the best thing is the Hangover it puts me in, never-ending and everlasting..
Foolish panaroid
Of a bright future.
Isee what is only
Deterimental to myself
Detached
Forgotten
Yearning to be loved.
Asking to be held.
Apprehensive and clouded in my own
Space.
Clouded by my own preception
Of the desolation of this world.
Why..?
How could i possibly feel any less than what
I have already become ?
Confused
Shameful
Terrorized
And Angry…
All is well
I am loved.
I don’t understand
Why then what when
ANXIETY falls in me…?
Smiles or Tears ? Only she knew…..
Freedom or Imprisonment ? Only she knew….
And .,
Rest of the world stood away at some distant corner peeping her in and out ,
And
Selectively picking and stripping her from head to toe….,
I still remember the day i was preparing fresh lime water for the first time. I ended up adding almost five times the lemon required 🍋 . Finally it was a disaster now. How i wish i could remove some lemon juice from water to make it taste perfect again ! But alass! some things can never be undone. some things can never be changed . The only way to correct this was to add four more glasses of water and dilute the lemon juice to make five glasses of fresh lime water… 🍹 this made me think …….! sometimes we cannot undo somethings that have gone wrong in life. Some wrong decisions , wrong choices, wrong investments, wrong actions, wrong associations, wrong words or wrong doings can never be undone.. so what is the solution then ? When you cannot correct what you have done wrong , do not waste more time over it . It is like attempting to remove lemon from water . Instead , get busy in adding so Manny right things in your life that the wrong seems insufficient ……. And at last turn i into lemonade and then drink it with peace…🤣
Her astrous face
Skewed the pace of hum-man race
Her long strands
Kissed the ground
As she mumbled around
Making an euphonic sound
Birds orated the place
Where in
Winds played its flute with pace
Her movement took a stake
As she bended to behave
Like a smooth Wave
Her flow mended in with the air
Supporting swing of heir
Her soul rested calmly
On the wooden pike
As she anchored herself
To admire the beautiful site
It was a dream or what
That i The Aquarious
Organised her in my Aquarelle
At last she drifted away
Like a hay
From the scene
That i tried to spray
She left behind
An empty wooden block
Who waited eagerly
For a new flock
To be ridden on….
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