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!

WHO I AM!

It was so easy once,
to win.
It is so easy now 
to lose.

Who am I?
i do not know.
What has changed?
Everything.

Have I changed?...
yes...

What once came naturally
now feels like climbing Everest.
What once seemed easy,
now requires fatal effort.

yet, who I am
and who I am becoming
are two very different people.

And still I find it
as hard to forgive myself
as I find it easy
to forgive others.

And who I am
Is not even worth a glance.

Unable to achieve
what the commoner can,
unable to believe 'I CAN',
unable to repay to those 
who gave up their lives for me.

Who am I?
Why am I not what I wish to be?
Why, every time I try,
I fail miserably.

Why can't I push myself forward,
Why does the past keep haunting
every step I take forth,
a voice in my ear,
"you couldn't do that,
how can you do this?"

Questions like,
'What makes you think you are capable'
Answers like,
'you're worthless'.

And now time is running away,
no time left
to figure out the answers,
to find out who I am.

To work like a donkey
without reason
I never knew.

And yet time is slipping by...

How to let go of my past mistakes,
how to make myself believe
I am getting better,
even though I am,
when even the closest
don't believe in me anymore.

How to succeed
when past failures keep haunting me
when every moment I feel 'I can',
my mind tells me 
'you can't, worthless'

What to do,
when conscience becomes a curse,
when retrospection becomes weakness,
when perception yields only frustrations.

What to do,
when even the more worthless
are getting more success.

How to fight
myself
when I need all the strength
to fight the world.

How,
with every single sole
believing firmly I can't?

How...

How indeed....

FIGHTERS DON'T LET GO.

Hold on....

When no one believes in you,
you believe in yourself.

When time for retrospection goes by,
let ruthlessness take over.
So was Churchill,
So Napoleon,
So was Einstein,
So Edison....

When you've got nothing
you got nothing to lose.

Hell with others,
it's you who matters.

Why believe,
when you can achieve.

Why retrospect?

we are all our doppelgangers.
and those who don't make mistakes,
don't succeed.

Forget the one thousand nine hundred
ninety eight times
that you could not make a bulb.
Remember,
there is always a two thousandth time 
when you can.

Forgive those who think you can't,
they are yet unwise.

Forget worth,
the greatest value is of zero

Forget people,
Tesla was rendered useless.

Forget failure,
Spieldberg never went to Julliard either.

SUCCESS IS WHEN YOU DEEM IT.

Those with higher aims,
don't win at every turn point.

Forgive and forget
who you were,
even Time travel can't bring it back.

Who you were 
is not who you are,
who you will be,
is not what define you now.

So, forgive and forget
for what defines you now,
is who you are...

Defining life

That beautiful void
filled with
whatever the possessor
chooses to fill it with.

A dream
that only comes once
and gives a gazillion's work
of big substance.

Agrief,
that measures the strength
of the lamenter,
testing his virtue, 
rewarding only his best skills.

Life-
A blessing or a curse!
Perception drives reality.
Perception drives life.

One sees what one wishes to see.

Life.
The word that can be meaningless
or can mean everything in the world.

Life
A place of wonders and happiness
or a slaughterhouse of gloom & depression.

Life.
A seed of knowledge,
or an old maestro's tune.

You can not change the direction of the wind,
but you can adjust the sails.

Life does not define you,
you define life.

Life is not full of sufferings, it's you who give
flame to those sufferings.

It is said that those who speak
don't do.
Those who do,
don't speak.

Those who cry in the crowd,
cry for sympathies.
Those who suffer,
cry in silence.

Life is not a black and white case scenario
life is only a situation
and it is upto the one facing it,
to make it for good or worse.

Life is neither good or bad.
Life is merely an object
for the keeper's choosing,
whether life is paradise
or guillotine

Luck is for leprechauns
and the road paved with good intentions
is the road leading to hell.

You might win,
you might lose
but only those, who, win in the end are
who make life,
 Not those 
who are made by life.

So the next time you cry
that- life is unfair,
remember, friend or foe,
whoever you chose to be.

Remember, 
life is not unfair,
it's you who is unfair to life.

Next time you whine,
remember this-
NOTHING THAT IS WORTH WHILE
IS EVER EASY.

Remember,
you who have an unleashed potential of living
you who are as unlimited reservoir of integrity,
Remember,
life does not define you,
YOU DEFINE LIFE.

WHY BE A MARTYR?

How many times in our lives

have we believed ourselves to be untainted?


Living in a dignified poise

and an unstained suit.


How often have we been blamed

for infidelity,

for treachery,

for ruining others' lives?


How many times have we taken a bullet

and been reproached for it,


pulled someone out of the way of train

and slapped for it?


How many times have we survived,

stood strong

and been bent

to endure more?


And how many times have we only heard,

'you're weak'

because we have yelled outloud

or told 'you're inhuman'

because we haven't cried

but stood unflinchingly,

shocked inside,

calm outside.


How many times have we lived a life

of living death,

pulling together a remnants,

shattered because of someone else's mistakes!


How many times in the past

and how many times in the future

more are we willing to lie down

for the butter to slice off?


How many times are we willing

to destroy ourselves

for this world?


This world

where you are slain

because you are strong enough

to survive the knife...


This is the world

where words like love, honesty and trust

are either spoken by the victims

or the hypocrites.


A world where crocodile tears

are worshiped,

vulnerability rewarded,

strength slaughtered

and dignity rampled.


A world where

the feigners become lady

and sincere are called whores.


This, my dear, is a charitable world,

where the rich is expected to give alms

to the poor on account of his being unworthy of earning that money.


This is a society of sacrifice,

where the murderer is honoured,

the victim criticized

and murdered pitied.


This is an epitamy of talent,

where fame is granted

when the artist dies.


A world of fighters,

where the fighters are called 'impractical'

and the manipulators are called the 'makers of the peaceful country'.


This is the world we live in,

sacrifice ourselves for,


Wake up and smell the coffee, my fellow pariah,

for in retrospection,

if it were me,

I wouldn't want to be a martyr for this world!