Category Archives: Poems
Oblivion
There are times when we fail to hear to our heart, We lead the obvious easy way. This slips us to a state of oblivion. An Oblivion of not knowing onself, which is rarest of terrors one has to face.
of places where the heart hasn’t travelled,
of places where it feels wanderlust,
there are places that are still unknown to you,
because you did not know yourself as such,
of things which the heart wanted to do,
of things which it called passion,
some lie in the dust now,
because you lead the heart to such aberration,
of people whom the heart loved,
of people without it coudn’t beat,
they all flew away somewhere away,
because of the promises you coudn’t keep.
of times have come,of times have gone,
weather dosen’t changes all of a sudden,
always remember to peek into your heart,
before falling to oblivion.
I don’t know how to write like me
I don’t know how to write like me,
i search inside, i question my dreams,
i have been dragging words,
or they have been dragging me?
i don’t know how to write like me,
i wrote in the day, i wrote in the night,
i even tried visiting the beach side,
i heard voices but none was me,
i don’t know how to write like me,
i read great authors, i read great poets,
i met interesting people to write like me,
still when i raise the pen, delusion is all i see,
i don’t know how to write like me,
Consumed by Light
There are stars that shimmer in the sky,
for some reason i don’t know why,
it’s my wish to see the brighter side,
i want to be consumed by light,
light of love, light of memories,
Light to show the path of exemplary,
light that brings me smile, light that glows heart
light that digs out the dead, give them a new start.
It would be an end and start to a new beginning,
of finding one’s purpose ,one’s true meaning.
Let us all fill light in the darkest corners,
till no one is sad, no one is a mourner.
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It’s not hard to..
It is not hard to be happy,
but it is hard to remain one,
seeing all the things that shatter your heart,
and to pretend you care for none,
It is not hard to travel,
but it is hard to travel forever,
because seeing nature is stupefaction ,
and man is afraid to never come back ever,
It is not hard to be alone,
but it is hard to remain alone forever,
because sometimes people come to change your life,
and you never remain same ever,
It is not hard to forget,
but it is hard to forget completely,
of the beautiful memories you had,
they do not become stars easily,
It is not hard to say goodbye,
it is hard to say goodbye forever,
because the eye crave for a vision,
and heart has not control whatsoever ,
It is not hard to write,
but it is hard to write with heart,
Because you start bleeding yourself,
that succumbs you in minutes of start.
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Paradox of Choice
Sitting on the writing desk,
writing through papers without rest,
till i feel numb,
and the path makes me astray,
i ponder to the inner self,
on questions feeding on my soul,
as who decides what is right ? ,
the conscience or the heart,
who decides what is fair?,
the choices or the heart,
who decides the bad?
the outcomes or the heart,
and who would choose to follow the heart?
the sufferer or the mighty?
the sad or the happy?
the dumb or the clever?
the coward or the darer?
the wisher or the lover?
the winner or the loser?
the sinner or the preacher?
and the writer or the reader?
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There is a vision for a perfect day in my head,
finishing the books i have always said,
listening the rain drizzle on the window,
brewed coffee with view of the meadow,
Writings to Heaven 
