TALE OF A NOBODY

I am a nobody, roaming here and there
when the earth is dried by the scorching sunbeams
when the stars are up in the air
or when the raindrops shower on the humanity

I am in a sojourn that's pretty endless
seeking a destiny I am not even aware of 
a mere mortal, actor of a divine game
with what role I play too mingling in the crowd
Constituting the 'crowd' I am one of those

its not a quest of tangible goals
expressible end results or pristine glory
its just a routine tale like of millions
or maybe trillions, count I am not sure
yet I know from the faces I see
from the footsteps that match mine
there are too many ....
Like me, in a consistent endless chain
in a vicious trap of joy and pain

but its not a solace to the lost soul
neither a confidence that I am not alone
its just nothingness that prevails
and its emptiness that bothers me all along

as if it won't matter, even if I don't walk any day
it won't be of any consequence the distance I traverse
Barefoot, hungry, tired, in down trodden ways
with the unknown lanes, I can never know when to stop

Breaking the secure shell was never my aptitude
in the small instances I have let the moments go
with the only know-how its gonna last
till the time I can manage to hold on

and when I am gone, it will be a nobody
with no void anywhere, no marks to trace its presence
with no effect in the huge vast meaningful place
The life will go on with the same hues, tunes and notes.......
who cares for the tale of a nobody!!!
[but for those who live it daily.....]

Journey it is....again I start

I Cant wait, oh passing tide
I Cant wait to see you subside
When I'll lay on shore witnessing thee
Going away to destiny
I'll Throw pebbles on departing tides
n that will be my gudbyes

I Wont long to catch u in my eyes
I wont sit n reconcile
u were just a fact of my life
n as u go - n i can be just a witness
of how u came n how u went
with bitter sweet memories
with boggling experience
but bygone are u...
just a few days more
n i'll be a free being again.
in no chains .........
i wont ever be part of any race

hidden somewhere beneath the irony of dese tides
lies the gr8ness of dis human life
how the two correlate - i am nomore interested to find
lemme just be a witness of each event
lemme tread my own way
n face come what may
don ask me my experience
for unexpected it was
n i long dropped the word expected.....
cause dictionary now revolves around freedom
for no moment is more precious then the one gone
now that i am much more mature
now that i know 4 sure
i am no meaningless soul
wandering n going away just like dat
lemme try my best n witness each event unfolding
enjoy the real challenges n little little wins
lemme be a pure soul ,
witness profusing joy n abundance all over

Zarine wont laugh - for there's no pure Gold......!!!

Zarine wont laugh ever again
for there's just not enough plot
just not enough pain :P
for the connoiseurs of wine n twilight
it doesnt suits to be betrayed
n there's none a thing called perfection
there never lived a being -called perfect
yet somewhere somewhow - we seek a soul divine
n in it we wanna see - what we perceive as unearthly
but be no more in doubt
Zarine was a thought - which is not yet existant
n she was a being of a collective sense
bid my adieu to the beautiful being
for i too got enchanted in her fairy tales
let the routine wrap u again
let the pen stop till u be inspired again
n then Zarine will laugh on all the islands
she will be portrayed in more vived tales
n I'll be there to listen of her make
so this is a reminder to the creator of fairy tales :D :P
cause Gold is never short lived
with many a new forms it lives n valued
so let the name be expressed in times of uttermost joy n celebrations
let it be a dawn of sheer human art

what is it...........

What will you give to the world
When you are gone
What will you be like
When you are no-more

Does it really matters
How many days you are alive
Or is it worthwhile to make all smile
What is the search that keeps you occupied

a clarity that's missing of this jumbled life
Isn't it funny you don't recognize
When the things are here,
In present, like a bliss unfelt
Yet you long for it desperately when its gone

What is it, my dear, that's haunting your life
You laugh, you smile, you live, you rejoice
Yet a meaning, a purpose, you can't find
You hide, you scream, you mess up in turmoil
Yet no conviction comes and grabs your arms

What is it, my true self , that you want
Have you ever thought of the mind that drives
of the heart that feels, of the joy that exalts
Have you ever appreciated what the life bestowed
Its way or waylessness of the path you chose

The vivid picture of your perception......

Is the picture really is - what we tend to see
Is the truth is what we PERCEIVE
who's gonna decide who's wrong , who's right
there's always a second interpretation
to even the most obvious choice

I am true to you and that I am always
yet unfailingly you lament it on me
whenever it goes wrong
uncaring of what I have to say
not bothered of what I feel
and you still doubt on who's betrayed...
is it u , for whom I am always there
how can it be me , when I seem always pleased
oh yes!! how can you read,
the sensitive hurted face behind
how can you know that its a fake smile
a vain effort to put up a brave front
a desperate attempt to search for a ray of hope
how can you to understand if I don yell it out
no things are precious to me then your presence
yet I am supposed to prove it time n again
yet you feel -its unreal, its just not true
you believe the third opinion that its a show-off
easily believing on others ,asking me not even once
why do I need to prove my love to you
why do I have to fall apart to show its just you !!!

I won't prove my love to you again
I won't stand the trails you inflict on me again n again

The Decision will be yours

Do not seek others help
Though need be felt, of assistance
But everything is a myth, an escape root
From the answer which you know

The right questions may not be clear
Propped up, by others, for you
But the thing most certain n for sure
Is the answer is with you

You doubt ,you feel trapped ,like a wall erect
Long, strong, with no escape route
you run away from reality amid varied diversions
To evade the unknown truth?

Oh!stop , listen to me ,I'm your heart
You are avoiding me for chaos n for so long
The fact is its bright morning with beautiful roses
You have to just do away with the barrier, you cling to

Make the questions you ask absolutely correct
Then the right answer will prop up to you
Don't believe as there's no need , take what you really wanna to
Go ahead, relish the explorations , as I bring it for you

I know what you seek, equally as you do
I know your search's flavor
That you consistently doubt being scared
Common, my very own, realize, you are free……………..

Except the truth of made opportunity
the scope looms large in front of you
Identify the fancy you wanna create
the heaven you seek in each choice
you make in every turn you come to

the impact may be an exaggerated illusion
But the control , the power is with you
Don't be damp in front of evil
As it's a creation gone wrong
Need to be corrected to a beauty
By the sheer ability to see the untold

Never take the bait, hear your truth
Principles of life let be straight and well tuned
the power and bargain decide the fate
Of every moment of every stake
So possess both and look for loopholes
In any flawed scene you are made to see
It is this ability to make you in your way
As everywhere you'll be tried to mold as others view
But you are here , for only you , for your sake

Despondent I tread on the life’s lane
Stare around to allay the pain
Harboring the heavens taste
Amidst the niceties of life
A mansion to live
Seek a clarity ,vivid portrait
Exalting Beauty and perfection
Sweet lullaby and a precious dream
Bequeath a world of hopes
Trammeled by the vicious world

Everything Happens the way you really want them to be....

Though you may doubt their certainty
Its how deep within you wanna things to be
Whether its the turmoil of each beat
Or the indistinct instants you hold to
You search for an escape route indirectly
It is slammed on you momentarily
You cry out at the spontaneity
At the expression of required with such manner
Oh! Common dear its the best way it can ever happen……….
Just what you need and is true………..
Just as it should be , to look to
Yes this is the edges of your planned scenery
Though it may sound absurd and silly
Sometimes abrupt cleaves do help
Instead of large curves and bank
So you may shed the precious gems continuously
and feel like you are the most cheated one in entire humanity
But hold on "things are exactly the way they were meant to be"
By your decisions and priorities, by your conduct and thinking
So dear, come to senses, except the truth
Be bold to create sharp strokes and enjoy there effect
else it's a staggering monotonicity of clinching
for fear of discarding just a single link
You mess up the multitude spoil the eternity
Oh! common are you gone insane???
Yes you reflect, things are how you want them to be……..
So enjoy the scene and think what actually you wanna create……..
A barren dry-land or a flowery beach…
or a forest or some shallowly pond
As picture is always yours to paint……………
Without exception though it may not seem at present
Its actually your own creativity……..
Go ..enjoy your freedom of trying all the different beats……………
Forget to thank the almighty for the right stroke at blockades
But still you'll be offered the same whenever you wish though
you willingly run from it consistently, fearing a bad encounter
When the thing is its your reaction which associates it to bitter roots
The world is of co-existence of all the different varieties……
So you can always enjoy and marvel at each event
Its just you come above your fears or favors
and see through the eyes of a creator
Instead of immobilizing (internalizing) you as a puppet


Indeed the thought is to blame
For all remorse and all regrets
the positive encoding was all fake
Superimposed stuff of a lost game
Reality was nothing but wrong stroke
Painted by you at its heart
With your biases and dramatic implants
Out of the heavenic tour of world so large
You created black clouds so strong
Ya the beauty was thought as pain
the flight was taken as a shame
You wondered who is the creator of this game???
Oh ! its you , the blinded theatrical one, you are the one to blame

You know what it means by blessings & strokes
A child is born accompanying tons of hopes
Happy faces, everyone's life's new rose
Thorns do come in course of time , beyond doubt to object
But the main role is of the pious smile
its just like a little flower to behold
Even if someone plucks it, its by fancy , to adore
Out of your own, for your uniqueness to hold
Its not that it is discarded from the lot
Its not to consider it is outclassed
Its just it can see a new world
as a proud possession of some creature
Marveling at its excellence all the way
Its that flower who made to forget all
Yet you regret , mourn at that own precious self
See through the scenes, understand the hidden plot
the nuances are spellbinding, hard to catch
You'll  have to indulge, fall apart, regroup & collect
still you'll find the missing link
making it a perfect plot
of a perfect being , in a perfect scene..
you just grab its one out of multitudes of forms...................
and believe me, its the heaven!!!!!!

and it was of you.. ....

You said look, pointing at dust,
I saw the beautiful sand-form in front
you said oh, to hell with the heat!!
I rejoiced the cutest chubbies running for shelter
You said I am tired by the long walk,
I was rejoicing the liveliness & grandeur of life
You said I wonder when this will be over,
I said I wish I could live this forever
You said nobody's there in my troubles,
I said lemme see how well I can handle
You feared the new plac,
I said, wow its a wonderful change
You said I don't wanna jump,
I said, lemme raise myself for better impact
You said, I fear death,
I said, lemme live big this day ,
You say I hate the crowd & jungle,
I feel bliss in togetherness
You felt hesitant, wayless
I vowed to die in my quest zestfully
in some ways you were more dead then grave
in many ways you, were the fullstop
u were running away
I was the brimming river ……….


My faith was with you unconditionally , untillyou choose to play with it .........
My regards were always with thee , until you choose to ignore them grantedly

HAVE ENOUGH.................

Have Dreams that no darkness can erase
Have Patience to look beyond Present alleys
Have Firmness that eternally Adorns your Face
Have Faith to last forever, never falling scarce
Have Love that Everlasts n Pervades
Have Positiveness to belittle all Pain


Have Spirits to conquer any Tide
Have Hope that forever Survives
Have Enthu that shines through your eyes
Have Wit to make even stones Smile
Have Vision to Culminate new Heights
Have Goal to keep you Riveted & Upright


Have a Presence that People can look upto you
Have Enough Courage to pull all through
Have Dare to Dream Big & make it come true
Have Insight to cherish the Bounties n Beautiful
Have Enough Fancies to keep you Blissful
Have Life , that Life too Salutes you

writing of faith , may the good sense prevail.................

Well all you young enthusiasts must have come across these words ( accompanied by a sad , tragic, conscientious yet warm ,faithful n affirmative, deep Sigh ) ....."MAY THE Good Sense Prevail" ; indicating the strong desires to attain the good sense as referred ,yet accounting for the cluelessness of knowhow, of how to achieve the same of the speaker.

So did I heard it uttered, revised again and again, spoken in common discussions of people of all ages, many a times in my life. But never did I came to know what purpose it serves. What is the true appeal of it to those who say so, its reach to those who nod their heads in affirmation and the actual meaning of it, as understood by all.

Well now after trying for aeons to find out the way out of the mess, finally it dawned on me one fine day - that just uttering these words , makes you unburdened ,the serenity finds its existence and expression, a strange quietude dawns in and you feel uplifted in a state of tranquility, to move on in life, with at-least your good senses in place!!!
The myths of world and its trappings, can never touch your true self , you can always utter these golden words & feel out of whatever you don't wanna be a part of .

Moreover its not just a escape route , its much more serene and positive . Its not a Vedic Gyan, its not a prime Mantra of enlightenment ; yet somehow somewhere it serves the purpose of craving for peace within - its a plea more to one's own self - than to any mighty lord reigning and looking over this grim, gloomy proceedings of giant absurd World .

To all those who have lost their senses ,Somewhere, Somehow ( or majority of you who have lost your way back to the beautiful self, you were when you knew you are alive), this may be a remedy you were seeking to your predicament . Your golden time wasted in disgust to the hassles of world, can't be brought back , but yes your lost joviality & deep conviction ; can indeed be restored...

I will live in peace as far as i can utter it again and again , with full awareness of its power and impact ...
" Let The Good Sense Prevail..........."
  AMEN!!!