A poem or nothing!!!

Poetry has kept me alive

Rhyming the words

Placing them in a proper sequence

Taking them out of my heart

One by one

Giving them the shape of a poem

They are my emotions

Enclosed in the wall of a poem

Out of my heart

So that I could be free

But they are emotions

Sticky as they are

 they seep back in

And I fail to be free

And the words lose their significance

And it just becomes a simple poem

Just an entertainment for whoever reads the words

Sometimes pity

Sometimes ignorance

Sometimes empathy

And Sometimes sympathy  

But what is it to me

My pain only I can feel

I hide it behind my aloofness

I hide it behind my smile

But the hurt , the joy

Everything’s there

No matter what I say

I don’t think I am really true

And I don’t know if we can ever be..

If it was only truth that we said

Our conversations would be so messed up

But the fact remains

Some day’s I am even fake to me…

That’s why I don’t believe in my words

Only what I do  

Only what I do

And honestly, that’s me

Not even I can hide

My words are not me

but my actions are

That’s all there is to say..

Gods knows if this poem is also fake from the fake part of my fake heart

for the fake mind of yours.

PS. Everything’s an illusion to me… everything’s a joy everything’s a lie everything’s a truth everything’s love everything’s hate everything’s important and last but not the least everything’s meaningless 

my love story has started & i am the new age Romeo !!!

Time to start loving you. Hey,our love story starts today. I knew i was a little ungrateful kind of person but this much even i have to admit, i was thankless...you kept me alive and i ignored you talked bad about you. Told people you were not important. Told them you are a duty for me and nothing else. You are in my life because i have no option.. Damn!!! I so hate myself for the arrogance I know you are forgiving and godly. So, Lets start a new chapter. Where i love and care for you passionately and then you love me back. How is the deal??? What you quoting me Paulo Cohelho " if you love in expectation of being loved back you are wasting your time"... blah blah blah... okay okay okay i will love you and hope you love me back.. that's fine with you right. No pressures.. is it??? But you know the real pressure is on me... because i have not fallen in love with you that everything i do for you is on auto-mode. I have decided to love you. And that's a very different thing altogether.. 

But don't you worry love. You have all the ingredients to be loved. You are sweet, salty, spicy and pricey. Who will not love you. You are sweetheart of many. Many have ruined themselves for you.Most of the folks i know love you. I am going to be your new age Romeo and You are going to make me look Super Awesome by giving me special attention. 

Oh, you food particles. I promise to never ignore you again. Accept me, Help me and love me. Cheers to the new beginning. Believe my love and add weight to my life. :-)

Loving as well as Sincere 

Sonu Anand

so you want to be a writer- Tom O'Bedlam

so you want to be a writer

if it doesn't come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don't do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your

heart and your mind and your mouth

and your gut,

don't do it.

if you have to sit for hours

staring at your computer screen

or hunched over your

typewriter

searching for words,

don't do it.

if you're doing it for money or

fame,

don't do it.

if you're doing it because you want

women in your bed,

don't do it.

if you have to sit there and

rewrite it again and again,

don't do it.

if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,

don't do it.

if you're trying to write like somebody else,

forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of you,

then wait patiently.

if it never does roar out of you,

do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife

or your girlfriend or your boyfriend

or your parents or to anybody at all,

you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,

don't be like so many thousands of

people who call themselves writers,

don't be dull and boring and

pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love.

the libraries of the world have

yawned themselves to sleep

over your kind.

don't add to that.

don't do it.

unless it comes out of

your soul like a rocket,

unless being still would

drive you to madness or

suicide or murder,

don't do it.

unless the sun inside you is

burning your gut,

don't do it.

when it is truly time,

and if you have been chosen,

it will do it by

itself and it will keep on doing it

until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

baby goat, green grass and her blissfull life.

A baby goat was grazing on the slopes…




Free of any thought

Free of any burden

Free of any attachment



The moment for the baby goat

Was her and the green grass

Only they two existed for her.



The baby goat unaware of her past or future

Was in bliss

In ecstasy …



Enjoying every bit of the green grass

She was unaware the winter would come in a few months…

She was unaware of the wolves that lived near by…

She was unaware of them all…



At the moment, it was only the green slopes full of green grass



The herdsman saw her in bliss…

And felt a touch of jealousy

He too hoped not to think of his future

Which he could not control anyway…

And forget the past as well, which too he could not change…

He saw her grazing and said to himself…



This moment, now…

My present is so blissful, so full of positivity, so full of love..



The sun is not so harsh

The herd is grazing..

I am too lying on the cushioned grass..

Staring at the trees..

Eating the mangoes that I have collected..



In spite of knowing,

My present is soooo beautiful

Why I’m not in bliss

Like that baby goat…



Why I cry over my past

Or sweat over the coming future…



As, these words were running through his head…

He noticed, the baby goat stopping and as she looked around

She said, “meee hhh meehhhh.” In bliss

And went back to grazing the green grass.



-SA

been Dead for a while!!!

I have been dead for quite sometime!!!

Not realizing I was dead, I went on my business

Doing things, living, trying to find meaning

Of the things I was doing.

Of the life I was living

Feeling a stench …

Not realizing why,

People were distancing from me…

Now, I know why

They were seeing a soul less body.

What I couldn’t see…. They could…

They saw that the soul less body was decaying…

They saw my smile

They heard my talks

They smelled my presence

& realized the hollowness of it all..

They spoke among themselves…

Told each other

That he is a ghost;

Of who he used to be..

He is of no use now…

He is dead now.

When did i become conscious of my death

I can’t say

But yes I did….

I realized I was decaying…

The light had gone

The joy was gone..

The soul had departed…

But not anymore…

I have been blessed with yet another chance…
in this case they say it is never too late
it is never to early..
all that is needed is the restlessness to be alive 

to live ... to go through each moment consciously...

I am alive now

My joy , my life is not hollow now…

My smile is genuine now…

My words are meaningful now..

I make sense now…

I have accepted the reason of my being…

I have accepted my purpose…

I have accepted my heart’s plight…

I know now,

 what can stir me

 through all the meaninglessness

 that comes our way…

I won’t give up on it this time…

I won’t let myself rot again…

I won’t let my soul fall silent again…

I won’t give up on my dream again…

I know now,

The worth of my dream for my soul

I know now,  

My dream is to my soul

What my heart is to my body…

I won’t let it die again..

My soul won’t suffocate again…

It will not be alone again

It will never be alone again..

-SA   

no no no

No no no

Everyday you wake

Everyday  brushing your teeth

You tell yourself with a smile

 today is going to be perfect

But when the sun sets so does your smile

Again its not what you wanted it to be

No no no

Tomorrow when you wake

Tomorrow when you brush your teeth

You again tell yourself,

This time with a bigger smile

Not that today is going to be perfect

You say; “I am going to make today perfect”.

Yes you will

By taking the charge

Of who runs your life

You you you

Only you

You will do what you wanna do

You will hear what you wanna hear

You  will listen to the rhythm of your heart.

You only agree to your duty

You agree to only what is just

You agree only to what your heart approves..

And to the rest

You will say No

No no no

Though a negative word

It  has positivity in it..

To shield you from the hurt

To shield you from the guilt

To shield you from the cruel

To shield you from the manipulators

To shield you from the politicians.

And what is yes,

A positive word , Oh Yes..

So it is too for the cunning conspirators

Taking advantage of your acceptance

Taking advantage of your indulgence…

These two words yes and no.

Holds the key to

A peaceful, true, dignified and  beautiful life..

It’s your and only your call as to what you want

If you know the perfect use of these

Good for you

If not just keep doing what the blood pumping machine  says…

 And You know what,

It is right most of the times.

And when you are fully trained in the art

End of the day will be with a smile too.

too many eyes!!!

Too many eyes!!!  Too many invisible walls!!!

I walk around

I talk to people

I hear them

I think

I see

I can go anywhere I want to

I can do whatever I want to

As you say to me

I am a free man

I don’t think so

I am a prisoner of you

I am a prisoner

I am never free and will never be

Too many eyes !!! too many invisible walls!!!

All the eyes that stare me

All the thought that provoke me

All the talks that ridicule me

All the ears that analyze me

All the tongues that talk about me

Makes me a prisoner

Of the invisible walls

The prison guards are the eyes

That are always vigilant

That are always judging

That are always taunting

I feel

The walls are crushing me..

I will never be free

Nor will you

As

Too many eyes !!! too many invisible walls!!!

Won’t let me or you

All the actions

All the responses

Everything i do is just the exact response

That the prisoner in the state prison does

All the thoughts and words that we feel, say or write are

An slaves reaction

A   …

Also the obligation to finish this poem in a proper way ;

 when I feel  I am done and have nothing to say

is 

Nothing else

But  a response

To

Too many eyes, too many invisible walls

I will try to break free

And be free

Wont finish it this time…

Call me a rebellion an idiot or whatever you will

But I wont fall in line this time

I will do what pleases me not care about you..

Or this response also matches the slaves reaction to be proved

Right

To be proven free.

Ah!!!

What a circular life…

Such a big universe still nowhere to go…

Just my well and my fellow frogs…

Welcome aboard to the prison of life..

Let me know if you find a way out…

Through the philosophies, books or even your stubborn ness..

When your done pass on the key to me…

I will be indebted to you all my life…

Ah!!!!

What the hell!!

Too many eyes; too many invisible walls…

Not a clue which way to go..