Keep Running...?

We spend our entire lives
living a rush

Running from what we love

Thinking we’re moving forth.

We keep running faster and more,

Mistaken we’re getting closer,

Ignoring the truth in front of us.

Escapism or just a rush

Or maybe ignorance it is

But we keep running away -
From what,

we don’t know.
Towards what,

We never thought of.

We make a dream and start running

And no stops to check the way

And in circles we run

Getting nowhere

Tiring out for nothing,

Until Life catches up…

Who am I

Where am I going

Where will that lead me

And we forget the most important question.

Do I want it?

Am I doing what I wanted

Am I learning what I loved

Am I still the person I rooted to be?

If yes, do I like it?

If no, where did I go wrong.

Where do I turn back now?

For life comes with 'no go-back’ situations.

But no matter how wrong and how far we may have come,

There’s always a reroute back to the beginning.

It’s not enough to bring back the time we lost

But it is enough

To bring back the Life we lost.

So let’s grab that chance.

Let’s stop for one second

And reflect back on all that we have lived

And all that we can still do

To live the life we wanted to live.

So take a break,

Stop!

Stand still!

And face the life.

And as you come out of that auto-pilot

You’ll realize life was always giving us a chance,

We were just fast enough not to see it.

So now take the gamble

And rush to the peaks.

For O’noble thinker,

Life is still running…

The Final Dream...

In those moments of helplessness,
hopelessness and loneliness,
there is a single thought
that sustains...

A dream...

And the dream
to make that dream a reality.

Through the continuous maze
of years of preparations,
sometimes the fruits
get the better of us.

That desperate urge
to put our knowledge to test
even in an uncaring world
is enough
to make us forget of the end dream.

The finale...

The ultimate.

In the void of tiredness,
it is necessary
to keep that hunger alive.

The hunger
to be ever learning,
to be ever striving,
to do what
purifies the soul
and not just fills pockets.

The hunger to be
what we are meant to be.

The driving force,
the motive power of our lives.

That one thought
that makes life worthwhile.

The end game...

It's difficult
not impossible
when the picture
is burned so vividly
in our hearts,

To reach where we belong,
to shoot that one goal
that'll win us the match,
to look at us,
and to be able to tell ourselves -

There's still farther to go,
there's still life to live,
there's still a hunger to satiate...

There's still
the final dream to live!

Where is me...

A common feature in a man's life
is the herd of "friends"
that are often found flanking him
wherever he goes,
in presence or in mind. 

Just as you never see a cow without a cattle
you never see a man
without the usual rattle.

Where are the spaces,
the empty playgrounds
where you could just sit on the swing
unashamedly staring nowhere?

Where are those lone times
where you could jut cry your eyes out
without a bother of audience?

Where are those empty moments
where you could hear your heart
not the gossips of the latest love couple?

I am tired.
Tired of the everlasting chatter
of the things that don't matter
by the people that don't matter.

I am urging to fly
to be given the space to
spread my wings.

Those empty grounds to run
free as an eagle,
exhilarated as a horse,
majestic as a lion...

Where is the childhood
where friends meant playmates
not my-mind-your-mind soulmates.

Where am I
in this big, wide jungle
of 'civilized' inmates?

Who am I?

Am I the voice in my head
or the voice that is
struggling to come out of my head?

Am I the reason?
Or is the reason me?

Am I the girl I think I am?
Is the voice me?
Or does it belong
to the horde of those around me?

Who am I?
And most importantly,
Where am I...

SPARROW OR EAGLE?

And I feel stuck

in the colorless abyss of good,

of average.


The worst thing about good,

you can't condemn t

for it's not bad

but you can't love it

for it's not great.


And here I am

in this world of average,

of forced satisfaction

with the traces of 'like'

far from 'love'.


The second best.


I don't belong here.


Too late did I understand

what it feels like

to deserve the best

and to be stuck

with the average.


It's my fault

and remarkably,

it's not too late

to mend it.


It's late but not too late.


And I have one choice to make.

Choose to be the best among the average

or leave behind the average

take a risk of life

and strive for the best.


In the end,

I think the choice is not between good and the best

but between being a

sparrow and an eagle.


A sparrow can fly

but she can never reach the height.

An eagle needs to work an extra mile

but once she reaches the height,

you'll be hard pressed

to pull her down.


It's flying

and if a sparrow tries,


she can reach the eagle

but if an eagle tries

she'll forever outfly the flies.


So what to do,

strive for the best among the average

or let go of all

and strive for the best

with the possibility of getting the worst the next time.


I think I'll take a chance.

A road not taken

a life changing risk.


But as they say,

only with the possibility of prison

comes the true excitement of a con.


So I'll take a shot

for good or for worse,

I'll be the eagle...

ACT!

Never think of how it might end.

It only makes going forth

Tougher.

Never feel your way forth.

Touch can sense roadblocks

Sight can see the road beyond.

Never wonder what the way holds.

Illusions are only seldom true.

Never stop believing until you have reached the end.

Being stuck in the middle

not knowing

is worst than

getting off the wrong end.

  

Never be afraid of a mess.

Messier the life,

 more righteous the path.

Never wonder whether something is possible or not.

to those who aspire,

anything seemingly possible

is never worth aspiring.

Never be disappointed for letting yourself down.

Act forth

and pick yourself up again.

Never be discouraged by your falls.

It’s a chance to

improvise your walk.

Never let go.

Or you’ll never know

what you might’ve got.

Never just believe,

DO!

Never plan too much,

It only fills up pages

Never fills up life.

Act!

If you lose, you’ll be able to stand again.

 If you win, you’ll have deserved it!

CAN, WILL AND CAN'T

The three musketeers,
the three sides of a coin
where the two remain
to be chosen from.
HEAVEN, EARTH AND HELL.

It is said
in life,
choices make us who we are,
not talent.

Talent only gives you a choice
of these three sacred choices,
which whom adorns,
choices decide.

The road never consists of two ways,
there is always a T.

A road not taken,
a road that leads to
the road not taken,
and the road always taken.

The forward,
the way to forward
and the backward.

Life is a war,
a constant battle waging
between two most
primary constituents-
the heart
the brain,

A battle of wills,
Whoever is part of this battle,
is lucky enough to
have the three choices.


Many a times in life,
when only dark is visible
and the light nowhere in sight,
we often lose the chance
of chosing the ‘will’.

That’s when
‘can’ and ‘can’t’ come in picture

When the will is lost,
the mentors disappointed,
and the mind in total frenzy,
when nothing seems right
and a single wrong feels like a failure.

When you are capable
And cannot reach that potential
when you are a 9,
and stuck at a 6.

That’s when CAN and CAN’T
begin the buzzer round.
Often, it seems, ‘can’t’ seems
to be winning.

It is said negative is easier
than positive.
   
After all, a minus takes only one toothpick 
but a plus takes two,
not to mention the friction and viscosity in between.

May be that’s the reason
Most people let go
When they are inches away
From success.

Because most forget
Only a positive charge
Can be accelerated in a Large Hadron Collider.

When WILL changes into WON’T,
You can still stop
CAN from changing into CAN’T

Churchill failed at every step
But he didn’t let go.
He was ultimately the one
Who brought victory to Britain.

Tendulkar failed a 100 times
To make a 100
but he was the one who
did it in the end.

Edison failed 2000 times to make a bulb
He kept on it.
He won 2001st  time.

Where the choice of ‘WILL’ is taken from us,
there’s a chance it might be ‘CAN’T’
but if we try hard,
swing for the fences,
anything is possible.

Calvin Coolidge said
‘persistence & determination
alone are omnipotent’
So keep at it,
with all brain and sinew,
without thoughts of past losses,
without fear of failure

for when the WILL is lost,
there is a strong possibility for CAN’T
but then, as every antimatter exists for matters,
there might just be a chance
to make it a ‘CAN’!

VIRTUE OR HYPOCRISY?

O ye who call themselves human,
what are you doing to this world.
where are you taking this Earth,
to what morals are you demanding
her slaughter?

O believers of God,
why are you obliterating His teachings,
Why have you made Him
just a name,
an excuse for crime,
instead of a figure of faith!

What had been a Society
of give and take,
of producers and consumers,
of idols and believers,
is now a slum
of martyrs and scavengers,
of take and grab,
of unreasonable philosophers
and un-understanding followers.

Poor are given alms they don't deserve,
food they couldn't have earned for themselves,
Corrupt are being saluted
and Industrialists are being charged!

This is the progressive society
you flaunt about???

This place where dog-eat-dog
is a natural tendency,
where sweet poison is honoured
but harsh-truth is kicked aside,

where cowardice is called virtue
and strength is called hooliganism.

Where fighters are crushed
and conversationalists are worshipped,

Where drawing room gossips are told proudly
but battlefield wars are seen to be dirty.

Where happiness is considered a sin
and misery is sympathized with.

Virtue?
Call yourself virtuous, O'barbarian!

Is virtue un-heeding the truth?
Is virtue disrespecting strength?
Is virtue sympathising with the undeserving
and punishing the ability?

Are these your codes, your morals?
Are these the objects  of pride you live by?

If this is virtue,
then come out in the open with it.
Name it for what it is!
Don't hide behind the mask of hypocrisy
and call it sacrifice!

Call it murder
for O'murderers,
know your rightful place
for it is not in the palaces
as you pretend,
it is the sewers
you all hate!