Impulsive writings...

I’ve heard...

Write it all out, writing is the best way to vent out anger, frustration, depression.

Even joy, happiness and ecstasy maybe...

You feel it’s all out; there is a sense of lightness in the mind,

It may be temporary, but it’s needed.

So... that’s what I was thinking when I wrote this...

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 The Sense of Desolation

It’s the turmoil,

You can feel the fire burning,

A shiver down your spine,

The feeling of being betrayed,

Like a stab piercing deeper by the day,

You see the life fall apart,

No hand to hold it on.

Like the beautiful puppies that were born,

A new life, trying to explore the new found world,

Ten of them when they came out,

 Always together, friends forever,

Few days gone, only one stays alive.

Others suffered and ended their strife,

You think that was painful?

Think about the one that survived,

Who saw it all and has to live with it now.

Wounds get renewed,

Burns to be avenged

But who shall take vengeance,

When pain has taken over,

When the life falls apart,

No hand to hold it on.

A vivid picture in your mind,

But no grip to hold,

A throbbing pain in the head,

Thoughts jumbled and sold.

Each ball hits the ring,

But none reaches the goal.

On the string you walk,

Deep Blue Ocean on one side,

Burning fire on the other,

The constant noise distracts you,

Forcing you to fall,

Optimism dosent come to rescue you

And the journey takes its toll.

It’s the turmoil again,

You can feel the fire burning,

A shiver down your spine,

The feeling of being betrayed,

Like a stab piercing deeper by the day,

You see the life fall apart,

No hand to hold it on.

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 ___just me___

Words of the Divine energy, Words of each soul...

Remember me.

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It's all I ask of you,

It's all I want from you,

Two words just to say,

All that I want to say...

when you sense the sun rise,

when you smell the flowers grow, 

when you hear the raindrops slow,

when you experience the breath of life,

when you feel the river flow,

when you  suffer the pain's blow,

when you learn the bird's tune,

when you absorb the moon's shine.

when it all comes to an end,

when the rules begin to bend,

when the stars decide to die,

when all is gone, no truth or lie..

when you still can't figure out why,

when the darkness covers the eyes,

when the memories begin to fade,

when you see the finish line.

"Remember me."

It's all I ask of you,

It's all I want from you,

Two words just to say,

All that I want to say...

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___just me___

Grey's inspired: Change

´Every cell in the human body regenerates on average every seven years. Like snakes, in our own way we shed our skin. Biologically we are brand new people. We may look the same, we probably do, the change isn´t visible at least in most of us, but we are all changed completely forever.´ -Meredith Grey

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Life changes, in a blink of an eye

It’s all here and it’s all gone in a short while

Nothing is forever, nothing is there always

The only permanent thing that stays,

Is fact that it will all change

Every night changes to day, everyone gets a say

Be it the person, circumstance or the place

It affects all, as from its trap no one can escape

It is the law of nature, 

It is the way of life

Weather you accept it or try to run away

You still can never ignore

For change is always here to stay

It’s not easy for me or you

And we are not amongst the few

You may not accept it today

But one of your biggest fear it will always stay

This fear is what drives us all

Some then take the fall

While some accept it and make their call

Yet no one stay aloof from this fear,

This fear we call - change

So, today let’s not give it a thought

Forget the rest and love all we have for now

Live it all today and have no regrets

For good or bad, happy or sad

It’s all going to change one day

Because

Life changes, in a blink of an eye

It’s all here and it’s all gone in a short while

Nothing is forever, nothing is there always

The only permanent thing that stays,

Is fact that it will all change

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´Change. We don´t like it, we fear it. But we can´t stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn´t is lying. But here´s the truth. Sometimes the more things change the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh sometimes, change is good. Sometimes change is everything.´ -Meredith Grey

___just me___

An epistle to the unkown: few words of graditude.

Have written a little in the past few days.. but due to the unavailablity of my computer ( which got hanged :(  ) could not post any of it.. will do soon... however this one is impulsive. :P

Its weird,  I like to write but I hardly read... yet, from the very little amateur reading I do I learn...

It’s amazing... some perceptions, there are some people who in a simple paragraph noting down general observations speak of some life lessons even the gurus can’t give, I don’t know if they themselves know it, that their common observations of an airport, some day to day event or even a beautiful explanation of their day about playing a sport and many such tiny write ups, not only inspires others but also gives away some tremendous life lessons which most philosophical journals strive to give, which often makes me think what are these people doing trying to make careers in different fields, neglecting their gift.. But then again whatever it is that they’re doing is only what makes them conceive these masterpieces. They may not be literary masterpieces, or world renowned... but somewhere deep down they click for me... they inspire me... it may be because I know about these people or simply because of their writtings... that i dont know but this post I dedicate those few known and not known people bestowed with the gift of words.. Who have unknowingly made me smile, inspired me, motivated me, helped me, and somewhere maybe to a very little yet significant extent made me who I am. So Thank you... I know you may never read this... or never know how you have helped me... but still i Thank you for your gift and for sharing it with the world.

You teach me that by this little writing that I do... if I can in someway bring that smile or that little change you got to my life.. in somebody else's world, if I too can in someway contribute... I should not stop, I should also continue to share, so Thank you to making me continue writing... Thank you for everything. :)

Buhbye.. will write soon...

Till then as I normally say.. love, laugh, cry, be happy, sad or whatever u feel like... just dnt forget to live !!

 

___just me___

DEHUMANIZED

Its 3:30 am and i cant sleep, thoughts keep running in my head.. so I sit up from my bed and write it all down..

I keep wondering as I write, so scared that it might be true.. so I decide to ask you!

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DEHUMANIZED

No longer I see tears rolling down the cheeks

No longer I see fear in the eyes

The news flashes a million times

The death toll rises by the minute

And suddenly someone says,

“Just 10? That’s too less, that place is very crowded”

A shiver runs down my spine 

still in silence I reside

No longer I see tears rolling down the cheeks

No longer I see fear in the eyes

A normal drill to see the loved ones are safe,

And then we go back to our own lives,

People say move on, this too shall pass & that life should go on

And in a few days, the headlines become the background score,

The treading topic is now history,

The talk of town changes, everything changes

And in a few months we all learn to ignore...

It happens over and over again,

Every time the same game, every time the same drill,

It becomes so common that ‘just 10 people dead’ is no longer bad

It no longer affects you...

You know your loved ones are fine,

You crib about the government for a while,

And there the story ends.

No longer I see tears rolling down the cheeks

No longer I see fear in the eyes

A shiver runs down my spine

Are we all being so DEHUMANIZED??

pray for peace

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___just me___

Stop & Stare

Hey, Too busy huh…? No time??

Wait..

Just think for once…. Once before you move on with your busy life.

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What does your life mean?

What does your life mean?

If you don’t have time to stop, If you don’t have time to stare.

To stop for the dying man, to stare at what we can

To stop for the little tear, to stare at the one so dear

To stop and just look, to stare at what it took

To stop and introspect, to stare at your own self

To stop and take that nap, to stare at the foot tap

To stop and hear the sound, to stare or just look around

To stop to figure the lie, to stare at the sky up high

To stop and just be free, to stare at the deep blue sea

To stop and feel the fear, to stare and just be near

What does your life mean?

If you don’t have time to breathe

What does your life mean?

If you don’t have time to stop, If you don’t have time to stare.

So stop before it’s too late,

Don’t just stare at the closing gate

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___just me___

FEARLESS FREEDOM

A Prayer

Today I pray for freedom,

Freedom from me,

Me and my binding thoughts.

I want to fly free,

Not think of the glaring eyes,

Of the creepy looks,

The thought and the perceptions,

The truth and the lies.

I know they don’t stop me,

It’s me who thinks about them and stops.

I know they don’t restrict my freedom

It’s me who feels so and blocks.

It’s me who says no,

It’s me who runs away,

Away from myself,

Away from it all.

I know I am my problem,

Hence today I take the fall.

Today I pray to be free,

Free from myself,

Me and my binding thoughts.

I pray to gain a fearless flight,

One which has no space for regrets,

One which has no concern, fear or thought,

Of the other insignificant knots.

I pray to be me,

Without restriction, barriers and complication of thoughts.

I pray to be free,

Free from myself, my thoughts

And that shall be the true freedom,

The freedom of life,

The Freedom of thought,

The freedom from fear,

 or should I say...

The Fearless Freedom.

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___just me___

Fragments of Faith

Hey there, here's a fragmented peice, showing different views, thoughts and perceptions, written at diffrent times around a single thought.. just felt like sharing it.. have a look :

FAITH

Everybody needs something to believe,

Everybody needs someone to love.

Fingers to wipe the tears away,

Legs to walk all the way

Ears to listen to all the crap

Hands to hold and tightly wrap

Eyes to see his own self

And presence to forget himself

Everybody needs something to believe,

Everybody needs someone to love.

Memories to live the life ahead,

Unfulfilled dreams on the bed.

Place to bare it all and go mad,

Voice which helps to forget the bad.

Words to strengthen the belief,

Name to call to seek relief.

Everybody needs something to believe,

Everybody needs someone to love.

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They may call the someone love,

 Support, friends or the life.

They may call the something god,

 Reality, belief or the strength.

But truth remains...

And so does the faith...

Everybody needs something to believe,

Everybody needs someone to love.

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BUT...

What if the something is somewhere in you?

And what if the someone is yourself?

Nowhere you have look for it...

Just look deep within yourself...

Now the question remains,

Weather to look outside or search within.

Weather to seek inspiration,

Or depend on self motivation.

Questions may remain unanswered,

And the quest may continue...

But my lines shall remain true...

Everybody needs something to believe,

Everybody needs someone to love.

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___just me___

Perception part:2

Empty Cries

I look out, the sky is full of stars,
I close my eyes, the pictures have no bars,
I pick up the brush, the canvas gains a million colors,
I pick up my pen, my page is filled with thoughts difficult to cover,
I sit and think, and the brain is confused,
I try to rest, I try to rise,
But still I hear the empty cries.

I try, I fail,
I think but its still stale
There I go, its just one of those bits
Where you just have to sleep over it
I try to rest I try to rise,
But still I hear the empty cries

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The conclusion may remain the same
but we see the perception change
the result we see may not differ
but the journey shall no longer suffer,

a little change changes the fall,
the way you look matters after all,
thats the reason you can always try,
even when all you hear are the empty cries.

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___just me___

Perception : part 1

Empty Cries

I look out, the sky is blank,

I close my eyes, the picture is blank,

I pick up the brush, the canvas stays blank,

I pick up my pen, my page remains blank,

I sit and think, and the brain goes blank,

I try to rest, I try to rise,

But all I hear are the empty cries.

I try, I fail,

I think but its all stale

There I go, its just one of those bits

Where you just have to sleep over it

 I try to rest I try to rise,

But all I hear are the empty cries.

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___just me___

kuch baatein.. ek musafir ki zabani.

hey, my last entry was my first attempt at expressing my thoughts in hindi, hence i am srry if i made a few errors here and there, i have never been a good hindi student and hence i normally avoid it.. But, writing that made me realize, that hindi being the languagae of my land has an earthiness attached with it, it has a feeling of raw and rustiness which help in the expresion of thought in a unique manner, which encouraged me to write another piece..

Yeh Zindagi.. bas ek safar

Ek andhera raasta jo kabhi khatam hota nahi,

Kahaniyaan har roz nayi bunta hai baas yahi,

Bas ek hi baat tujse yeh kehta rehta hai abhi,

Abhi toh yeh shuruvat hai nayi,

Hoja fir tayar tu,

uth kai ab kar vaar tu,

ay bandeh...

ruk na jana tu kahi,

yeh safar abhi khatam hua nahi.

ghufahyein, parvat aur vadiyaan laang liye tune kaahi,

aur dekhe hai tune na jane kitne hi saavere,

log badle, badli umeede,

din badle aur badli manzile,

kuch toote kuch nayee bane,

roz badhte gaye woh saapne,

mood liya fir naya tune,

aur aaj fir kuch raaste naye dikhe

Abhi toh yeh shuruvat hai nayi,

Hoja fir tayar tu,

uth k ab kar vaar tu,

ay bandeh...

ruk na jana tu kahi,

yeh safar abhi khatam hua nahi.

tune dekhi har khushi,

aur har gham se kiya vaasta,

tune toh dekha iss zindagi ka mol,

har zaaree se kar naap tol,

sochta hai tu, sab toh dekh liya hai,

 ab kya reh gaya hai baki,

aur phir aati ek nayi paheli,

Zindagi phir tuje lagti hai nayi,

Maksat tuje milgaya naya,

aur  yuhi aage tu phir hai badhta chala

Abhi toh yeh shuruvat hai nayi,

Hoja fir tayar tu,

uth k ab kar vaar tu,

ay bandeh...

ruk na jana tu kahi,

yeh safar abhi khatam hua nahi.

humsafar kahi kho gaye in lambe rastoon mein,

vaade, rishte toot gaye in hi barsatoon mein,

tanha rehna tuje issne sekhaya,

khud se pyar karna bhi tu sekhle,

khud se rehe ga tu khush,

toh yeh safar hoga aassan.

aur seekh tu do pal rukna,

ruk  kar un choti kushiyon k raang dekhna,

unse bani hasseen yaadoon ke indradhanush ko phir se sajana,

kyunki jab tu palat kar dekhega,

toh na dikhegi manzil,

aur na hi yeh raaste,

aant mein baas yeh dhanak he hai tere vaste.

Abhi toh yeh shuruvat hai nayi,

Hoja fir tayar tu,

uth k ab kar vaar tu,

ay bandeh...

ruk na jana tu kahi,

yeh safar abhi khatam hua nahi.

___just me___

after the end...

words after goneee...

lost sumwhr in d darkness..

kuch baatien ankaheen reh jati hai,
fir ek din woh kabhi yaad ati hai,
kabhi muskurahat toh,
 kabhi ek asoon woh deeh jati hai,
aaj jab woh barsatein fir yaad ati hai.

kuch kahaniyaan adhoori reh jati hai,
fir ek din woh kabhi yaad aati hai,
uska anjaam kisi ne na jana,
unn irado ko kisi ne na pehchana,
shikve aur vaade woh kho gaye kahi,
jab zindagi ne panne palat liye kahi.

kuch lafzoon ko abhi awaaz mili thi nahi,
kuch sapno ne abhi udaan bhari thi nahi,
woh kadam abhi tak na the uthe,
woh din abhi tak na the kaate,

kuch purane beet gaye the jo yaad banke sataate the,
kuch naye abhi the baki jo umeed banke  muskurate the,

par iss andhere ne kha liye muje,
maut hai woh jisne sooch ka darwza bandh kar diya hai aaj,

ab na mera kal hai na aaj
aur na kabhi kal ayaega,
ghroe andheroon mein rehta hu mein,
ab na kabhi mera saya bhi tere samne ayega.

___just me___

Begining...

Beginings are always difficult but important,

After all you need to start to proceed,

But you dont know where to start or how?  

Fiction or facts, truth or lies,

peceptions or a neutral viewpoint?

god knows what.. thousand questions and million answers,

then which answer to choose is another question!

Now Conclusion arrives, its just gonna be thoughts for now...

And since its 'just me', I would like to start off with wat i write best, 

a few musical lines,

to bring out what lies in the deep folds of that mind :

one of my initial work, jus d thgts on a new begining in writing...

GUTS

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Guts it takes to put it in print,
to scream out loud,
to let it out,
to show it to them,
to let it be interpret.


you know a milliion eyes will stare,
you know that questions will be raised,
these eyes you'r not ready to face,
these questions you'r not ready to answer,
but guts it takes,
and thats all you've got, you think.


you know rumours it will ignite,
which could lead to darkeness or light,
you know its not only the comman gaze,
the familier eyes shall also judge.
conceptions and images it shall form,
guts it takes to bare it all.


some can do it but some are not that evolved,
and thus they are a mysrty yet unsolved,
but if guts they have not got,
thats not a tool for you to judge,
to put those on a higher stand,
and then say the rest are dust.


honest i am nd that i shall awlyas be,
but clarity i lack,
since i still cant empty that rack,
guts it take to let it all out,
guts it takes,
and thats all i aint got!

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 _____JUST ME______