Found and Lost

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Four letter word approached life
burst of emotions spread in my body
Always known for practicality
I botched up in first meet
realized too late

He liked my smile
I liked his flirtatious ways
He liked the way I am
I liked him for accepting I

BUT

Our perspectives differed
opinions opposite
Both strong headed
Both stubborn
It was heading nowhere

Love is blind I somewhere realized
Love is addictive I somewhere realized
Love is infectious I confess

Happy that we didn’t disguise

Glad that we were still in ‘like’ mode
By the time it was too late to explode

Found and lost fond too fast
No hard feelings for the cast .

 

 

 

 

 

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Who Inspires You

After a very long time i found something really inspiring….Kudos to this article…A perfect blend and flow with thought provoking snippet …Thanks to countingducks for sharing such a beautiful post 🙂

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Recently I saw a brief clip of Stephen Hawkins on television : he communicates from his largely impassive face through imperceptible movements in his cheek which somehow translate into computer speech. Literally  he is an old man trapped in a wheel chair who can hardly smile and certainly cannot move a limb but he is rather more than that I suspect we might agree.

His is a powerful and original mind, but most of all he is a man of curiosity and a wonder which has transported him from the everyday, to look at things beyond his circumstances, and not within them. He still seems alive with an awe and insight, and even youth. Yes I’m sure he’d like to run and skip and dance as badly as I do, but his interest in the world around him, leaves him little time for a comparison of circumstances. It is easy to admire such…

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Two Minutes To Notice

Everyday in a hurry to catch the train , u miss those two minutes to notice . Each one should try and give up those minutes to people in need. My noticing has increased ,as each day I come across them but my minutes should also increase at times .

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In the midst of crowd , I was waiting for a friend
Watching the hustle , passing by like a wind
Clouds were crying , umbrellas were dashing
Still I stood , As I had an errand

Then I noticed a hand with a stick
Behind him was one more without it
Through the struggle , lost in the hurry
My empty hands gave them a sigh of relief

We juggled through the path ,
they muttered to the world
As all they wanted was , to be heard

Two minutes to notice , all it takes
You blessed with whole , what is at stake ??

 

 

 

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A Zillion Wants

The feeling of Zillion wants rises again …the wish for more is endless

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Blooms of desires wreck everyday,

Scattered energies leaves it obscure

The best comes in attire,

Lost inside the acquire

Radial hands are moving fast,

Dreams are stuck inside the cask

A zillion ‘wants’ is a Pandora’s Box,

Yet you spread the wish of more. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Manipulators

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The minds of naive are transparent
public catching them are apparent

Lost are they in the jungle gym
fail to recognize the inner brim

Crowded are the manipulates,
easily can they stipulate

Hazed are the judgments
of gullible
heads are twirled by the
shrewder (s)

The trap is done
mock was a fun

You realize it later
Now clear with the traitor

Each time, appears the treachery
You become aware of the false
sensory .

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ACHIEVEMENT

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A sense of failure in achievement , is my new start
The end is slowly drifting apart
The long wait bid goodbye to me
With a new wait approaching me
Hardships are part of life
Each feels there’s is a rife
A sense of failure in achievement , is my new start
Fading smile is slowly returning
I got to start the churning
self-assurance commences
slowly reckon the expenses
resolutions are meant to be broken
remember the amount of token
A sense of failure in achievement , is my new start
Prove yourself worthy
forget self-empathy
Now is the time to maketh the man
Yes u can , you can
A sense of failure in achievement, is my new start
sense of failure
failure in achievement
my new start
new start
(just) ..start

Red Herrings

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Silent shouts suddenly bumps

two-minute happiness thumps

Thought came a new day

but again heard some delay

The wait is impulsively irresistible

left feeling nothing achievable

Eyes are wet in disguise

Voice mumbling the reprise

All the red herrings applied

I again chair the reside

 

A Song

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A song got stuck to my head ,

chill through the veins felt inside my body ,

hearing myself hum the lyrics

Tune whispering in my ears

I found solace in music

Such is the power of few voice

longing a deep caprice

I fell in love with my moody melancholy .

A song got stuck to my head

heart sensed an unbound thread

 

Versions Of Life

LIFE

Life is a bummer
Toasted in the name of rummer
At times in moribund ,
mourning of conundrum ,
seem humdrum

Life is a game ,
It is never ever the same
Each time you want to earn a score ,
end up losing life few more
greed of power arouses the splurge
The life-points are purged

Life is a brouhaha
attacking back as piranha
ticking by a torpedo
dressed in a tuxedo

Life is a gospel
We cause a dispel
inside creates repel
unsealed by a scalpel

Everything written up
is a crap ..It is
Nothing but a four
letter word….(LIFE)
Root, a three letter word…(BIO)
Two-letter word ….(BE)
Never reduce to
one letter- word ..(I)
Raise the toast for Carpe Diem!!!

 

 

Selfish Me

Selfish Me

You nurture dependency , yet yearn constant independency

You fear losing the close ones , yet want to break -free your path tons

You debate the modern views , yet can’t neglect the conservative views

You believe in the spiritual path yet want to have materialistic math

You want to get everything , but are left with nothing 

The feeling is unbeatable , emotions unstable

Your worries seem endless , you hide the suppress

The selfish me is intertwined , leaving I undermined

 

 

Trust is All I give , Trust is What I need

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Gloomy  days are passing by ,

which crept like a shadow

Haunted in the dreamy nights

numbing my first light

 

beacon of hope came to rescue ,

bloggers around the world as hue

 

Branching out in virtual life,

gave me strength

Made few bonds in length

 

Doubts cripples us is never

have I denied

Open with the confide

 

Trust is life’s difficult task

It is what I ever ask

 

As Trust is All I can give

Trust is what I need …

 

Clear Conscience

Clear

Struggling through the years

Watching yourself live in constant fears ,

Emerging from the unwanted moat

Felt the gloat coming from the throat

 

A new chapter begun,

It is never-ending, you

can’t rid the shun

remnants of struggle backfired ,

battling the desires

 

Just one thing you aimed ,

Clear conscience to reclaim

Never wanting to be the part

of world game

How I wish the ‘overcame’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Zillion Wants

Blooms of desires wreck everyday,

Scattered energies leaves it obscure

The best comes in attire,

Lost inside the acquire

Radial hands are moving fast,

Dreams are stuck inside the cask

A zillion ‘wants’ is a Pandora’s Box,

Yet you spread the wish of more. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From The Past Few Days…..

Senses of the plunges begun,

deposits of remorse trying to shun

Sometimes it works , at times stagnates

pulling all away like a magnet

The sun is new each morning,

efforts at best to leave the hauling

A walk out of the blue bumps,

I leave my fear outside the temple

irregular rains bring me a smile

howl of the winds slows my mile

Each steps brings closer to the dome

whilst I wish to never end my roam

 

Letting Go

Art of letting go is tough to learn

My mind got to turn stern

The endless wait has arrived

With a new wait to survive

Recurring thoughts of past mistakes rebound

Heart pounds with the fear of flesh wound

Turning into a new leaf is a long journey

I need to keep myself burning,

As I sit alone in my room

Waiting for my thoughts to resume

The Indecisive Trap

 

 

 

 

 

Mind thinks pragmatic , Heart yearns tender
To surrender one , is a difficult blender

You chose the heart and got a start
As the days passed , there stood the thwart

Battling the fight , you struggled to attempt
Failing the effort , shattered self-contempt

Mustering the courage , you woke everyday
Feeling all the same , in dismay

Time had come , to choose the mind
helpless heart couldn’t unwind

The Indecisive had laid his trap
leaving behind a small gap

Lost In Taciturn

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Mind is worried with fear and doubts
Heart is filled with cry and shout
Walking across the pathways,
Clouded are your thoughts as
always
Your playlist is in auto mode
But the heart is stuck on
unary code
Out of the blue , eyes go wet
You try to hide those in rainy sweat
Lost in taciturn, lone I walk
Hearing the mind voice ,as they talk

 

 

The Emotions Of Strength

 

The cry of born baby is always fascinating
The cry of the growing baby is happiness of first walk
The cry of child is a playground wound
The cry of the boy are his high demands
The cry of the youth is his teenage problem
The cry of a guy is his lost love
The cry of man is his fate
The cry of an aged is his weak bones
THE cry for the person is for a lost life

     All cries are experienced
But to save are very handy
Depressed cries are the worst
But it strengthens your emotions like a burst
Each step gives you a skilled strength
But bottle of emotions still filled in heart
To conquer the bottle is difficult
But to flush out has to be the final result
The Emotions Of Strength are tough to battle with
But an ultimate part of body to fiddle with

Manipulators

 

The minds of naive are transparent
public catching them are apparent

Lost are they in the jungle gym
fail to recognize the inner brim

Crowded are the manipulates,
easily can they stipulate

Hazed are the judgments
of gullible
heads are twirled by the
shrewder (s)

The trap is done
mock was a fun

You realize it later
Now clear with the traitor

Each time, appears the treachery
You become aware of the false
sensory .

Numbness Gone Wrong

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The cry of the baby is described to innocence,
that of a man sounds as a weakness

Insecurities to unveil is always a hard part,
To succeed in same would definitely be
a new art .

Despondence has become a lone friend
of mine
To turn him into foe , mite give me a new
lifeline .

Heart has grown cruel , I can’t feel any pain
Neither in sickness nor in happiness

Numbness gone wrong
I don’t know where I belong .