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” Past has mostly being undermined saying that whats gone is gone”

Cycle of  time keeps on revolving as we move forward from the past to now the present and into the future. What now is present will tomorrow be the new past, and future will be the new present. In this rush of running  we often undermine the past, not taking a breath and recalling what life ought to teach us.

Today i took some out and read my own blog post entries. It is amazing how i myself wonder as to the state of mind in which i wrote those posts. Some of them were really deep, some were funny and some were very loosely structured. Love, Poverty, Drugs, Hope and Life. Emotions kept on flowing in one form or another. But in all the posts i can feel myself being there so close to my write ups. Perhaps that’s what they say writing from the heart.

This blog gives me a window, to the world outside. Outside my house, my city and even my country. So many friends, people coming here, giving their valuable feedback. All that has made me bus a better blogger and a better person. I may not have given the best blog for the Word Press Website, but i believe i have done justice to the writer inside me.

As an ending note i would advise everyone reading this: Pause, think, look into the past and rejuvenate. Because no matter how miserable or ordinary your past was, but all that you did was worth it, for you are here, where you are, where you wanted to be.

Happy Blogging.

 

Why should i quit my job , and go for my start up…

Its my Life

Its my Life , my boss don’t rule it.

Pressure

Of being in a corporate world.

As everything corporate has given us is

” To worry the unexpected “

and ‘Doubt the most trusted”.

Quantify the losses,

and praise the bosses.

Silly sectary, strike in factory

Chase in rage, and roar in cage.

Is this why they left the job,

Chase the dreams, against the mob.

Most start ups, don’t make money,

Monetarily, they fail.

Success wasn’t  the only thing,

But parole out of jail.

Yes, i can feel , more of  me,

Happy, rhyming under the tree,

There is one life for all,

and no boss can decide.

Its purely YOUR CALL…

Good byes….

Never Say Goodbye

Why you have to go.

 

Some part of me goes,

Every time i shake your hand

to say good bye.

 

I know the tear

Waiting to fall,

And your shaky voice,

Saying that you are fine

But telling me that you are lying.

 

Why this sun has to sat so early

Why you have to go before its dark,

Why can’t you do me a favor,

Why can’t to stay forever.

 

Distance is inevitable,

but togetherness is choice,

and no matter how hard it comes,

i vow to choose you

Because some part of me goes,

every time i shake your hand

to say good bye.

On my way back, I would laugh

Now stone, will later be my milestone

Now stone, will later be my milestone

On my way back home,

I would laugh hard at these stones

Right now, they may seem tough,

Another day,

They will be my mile stone.

One who fail has not fail

But the one who failed to fail

Has definitely lost the game.

No king won all the battle

To win, is to loose but not settle.

Light has a glory, no escape

Darkest dark is, a second fame

Than overtakes the bright

All you need, it to Fight

Where i belong (Still Searching)

Some times i read my own posts and laugh,

Sometimes i don’t understand what i wrote,

Spell checks and grammar, it all went wrong,

This is what i rhyme, that’s where i belong.

 

It is tough to speak your mind, each time.

Not all sketches go up to the mark.

Sometimes best singers sung that wrong,

So even if the posts were vague, wayward,

This is what i rhyme, that’s where i belong.

 

Some nights, it didn’t let me sleep,

Some mornings i wake up, pleased.

Sometime i force myself to write,

Sometimes the ideas come on their own,

No matter how i write, what i write,

This is what i rhyme, that’s where i belong.

Clarity of Thoughts – Part 1

This post has taken me so long  and the word count is actually much more if you consider how many time i have wrote and than erased the words.

It is funny how the topics which used to interest me earlier, now feel so teenage to concentrate at this age. The more serious topics like politics, economics country are not my zonal. I am not a fitness freak not a movie buff.

So what exactly is my zonal?

What is this, that would interest me and i will be able to reciprocate into my posts with equal clarity and conviction?

Keep it simple, i read somewhere. Be like a child, some other webpage suggested.

So it is actually about clarity of thoughts which if attained, we will have absolute no doubt into our course of action. The question now is How to achieve this clarity of thought.

In coming posts i would try to work this out more.. but for that i would need your opinion..

Please feed in comment box, what in your opinion will help my conquest for clarity……

Royalties of Life…

Few days back, the place I go for my morning walk, some people came and make temporary encroachments. There were men , women, children and there were their dogs, cows and buffalo. This is how a rural life came to existence in my neighborhood. These people, they live in open, they cook in open, and they even discrete their waste in open. The kids were fragile and fit and grown ups worked a lot harder then those living in the city. No education though, real life was teaching them with practical experiences. And what education has though taught the ordinary anyhow. Rigorous lifestyle takes up their physical activities, It actually is envious to see their boundary less apartments. No gizmos who tie up you to the power connections. water came from the nearby fire-station, electricity was never actually required.I wouldn’t compromise to live life their way,because i have been educated this way. But I am sure they were enjoying their life very much.

royalties of life…

There must have been misery i am sure. Poverty takes up a lot from your life. But for this one  post i want to concentrate on the blissful peace of mind they enjoy. Hardly anything they depends upon. NO bank loan, which bank would give loan to these homeless anyhow. Their kids abide by what elders say, while our kids would rarely listen to the parents.Food is only thing which they require, and that’s only what they work for. On the other hand we would be working for our bills, our education , our bosses our loans etc etc. I actually seem to be enjoying what i see there. A blissful tension free life.

True life happens at places with least resources.

True life happens at places with least resources.

This morning when i went for the walk, the encampments were not there. They were gone, the “Banjaras” i believe some society people might have complained about their unpaid accommodations. After-all it is a mater of being envy that while we were required to pay healthy money to live their, how can someone enjoy the royalties of boundary free living halls. The place is vacated once again, with a few signs of human presence. Life moves on…

Fun Way: My mama was so cheap, she waited ’til after Christmas. ‘Baby, Santa Claus missed our house. I called him, and he coming back tomorrow.’ She was waiting for the stuff to go on sale.

Bad love

Dark Possessive love

Life, I will take out of you…
Or it is now, you choose me..
I am the prettiest of evil..
I am the smartest devil..
you can run, but not for long
I am the league you belong..
To love is to fall .
To not love, is not an option
No matter how fast you flew
Life, I will take out of you.

Time Goes by….

Funny past, so quick to last,

What once was painful,

Now made me laugh,,

Good memories bring tears

Funny were my fears..

Easily crossed the obstacles

Easier one were hard to tackle

Funny past, so quick to last..

My first job, i was so excited about,

The girls i love, now i doubt,

Things which seemed so important

The results, the expectations

Now i can laugh it out

It all can change so fast.

Funny past, so quick to last,

Live in the now,

Live in the now,

they say it all, but its nature

To recall past and chase the future,

What in Now, will soon be past

Future will convert in Now, fast

Funny past, so quick to last,

Funny past, so quick to last,

Inspired from: http://strangersandpoetry.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/sweet-and-sour/

Just about Anything

Problem with maintaining a blog is!

That you can not rhyme every time… :(

After months of not writing anything ,

Its today, i pledged, to put something

Or Just about anything.. :)

Amateur it feels, to spam a blog,

Which i loved, more than my dog

How can i write , just about anything

without being sure about it.

For every “like” gives me a small push,

Every “Comment” takes me to a new High.

And here i am, empty mind, ahh Sigh!!

Every new visit feels like special

Like guests to our new house

And now i am going to post,

Well, just about anything.. :/

You have a say, to like it or not

Or should i put here, an option to “VOTE”

And wait, will you even bother to read,,

and reach till the end….

Coz, if not, than should i even bother?

For a creative climax, or a surprising bend…

Forget it, you won’t even notice that i repeated a line

Trying to impress, but failing to rhyme.

This might be a stupid post, it tested factually,

but for a rebirth, its not bad!!! actually.. :P