SCARS

When it all kills, there remain scars that do not have identity and description. Scars are inner hurts that peel off our soul. And it is not like physical pain.  It is one of those mysterious we all hide. It leaves pores, wrinkles, illness, unsound sleep. It is like a deep ocean every one can see it but no body knows what’s beneath it. 

HIDE THE SECRETS ON THE DAWN

Once this moon gave me fantasy,

Now I am sort of breathe,

When I stare the moon in these silent nights,

Yes! We all left some thing behind,

In the hollow days,

And mysterious lives,

Then like a perfect liar,

We wake up,

Learning the art to hide,

Hide the secrets on the dawn,

No matter what you say,

But I know,

We all are frozen,

Frozen in these sounds of silence,

Some for days,

Some for ages,

And some for life time!!

VICTORIES WERE ALL MINE

How many loving cold blood I have,

How many will cheat for their material dreams,

And how many will keep me an option,

In crowd of hundred choices,

I battled hard for freedom,

And my existence now taught me,

Every storm of misfortune comes with reasons,

My shadows of half lived life,

With broken piece of rhymes,

Tells me all,

Till the day of the doom,

Every thing just goes on and on,

With beads of time,

Victories were all mine,

Because I existed,

I fought,

I survived,

And with every broken piece of mine,

I tested human creations!

TIME CAN WRAP THINGS

When silence gripped the moment of despair,

I did silent prayers for every fate,

And let every pain buried inside me,

In the past cities of joy,

Every thing had been cremated,

Like the ashes of human bones,

When I was drowning,

In the sea of thousand clouds,

Bright stars were shining in the eternal sky,

Few were battling hard for their survival,

Few were unknown with the conspiracy of dark nights,

I found peace in every silent desert,

In the garb of human bodies,

There were wolfs,

Ready to take every bit of my blood,

Few chased me for their hunt,

I see now,

Time can wrap things,

In the beads of change!! 

THROUGH THESE VOIDS MY LUNGS BREATHE

Visions called my soul,

And made the silent promises,

That these voids will fill,

Though it could never happen,

Now I would love to go back,

In the distances,

Distances! My heart made through out years,

I would love to stare lonely sky,

And will shed my emotions in the river,

That runs in a sunless country side,

The essence of free air let my lungs breathe,

So I promise,

My death will search no reasons,

To get away with these voids,

Because through these voids my lungs breathe! 

IT'S ABOUT TIME

Only grief reveals the truth, truth about every thing. Time heals. With every struggle we get strong, strong enough to say yes! I believe! I believe in the best of every thing and when things get worst, we believe in hopes, the hopes that bring change in our lives. We start believing nothing can stand in our way. It is a fact of life that we all are in a game, a game we can never understand. We play it in our best capacities yet some time we win and some time we lose. If we give up it is the entire end. And if we stand by the last we are free to choose, what to dream, what to reason, what to logic and what to question. It is not about false beliefs, it is about what we trust, what we seek whole life and how fair we give within our best capacities. A false belief and lie only takes us towards ignorance where we shut our mind in chains. Every thing is a web here yet if minds are free there always remains a hope. And when hopes are alive every thing is alive but if hopes die every thing dies inside us. In the end only one thing matters, how best we give in our present. Past exist only as a memory and future is mere a concept in the domain of mind. 

Yes! Art Is Beautiful!!

Art is philosophy that deals with nature. Appreciation of art is like seeing the vision every one can not see. I believe art is the most beautiful thing that matters in my life. When a painter paint, a writer write, a poet use rhymes to describe his/her mental state, a composer compose melodious song, a director makes a movie, a scientist invent, a researcher research, a philosopher discover new philosophy, this nature gives us some thing new every day to ponder upon. Every positive thought is an art. And this art is the most beautiful thing that happens to any one. It brings us closer to our souls that are manifested for uniqueness. This art is curiosity. This art is in the universe. It is because of art we have literature, books to read, music to listen, technology that made our lives easy, inventions of science, pathology and this art have the power to heal a wounded heart.

Lives of artists are often tough. They do not have usual answer,” I have X,Y,Z job”. They might be in their prime stage to discover artistic talents. But it is beautiful thing for me and when I die, I want to write about that newness that comes from human discoveries, discoveries we discover out of the days and meditating in the silence of nights. I will write about that art which heal the souls, the same where a traveler is on peace to find it, the same art that gives peace and bring truth to reach to the ways of god. This is the same art that inspire artists to embrace every human being the way they are, that teach us to forgive and believe every one will achieve their best form if we motivate them what they can do best.