I am afraid of my mind

I am afraid of my mind
The way it goes,
The way it feels,
The way it wants,
Makes me afraid again and again.

It never obeys any rules –
Laid down by the society –
Taught by my elders.
What is wrong we perceive –
Is always a dream of my mind.
What we believe is immoral –
It urges to get hold of that

My mind has always been a defiant child
Rebellious to all the ‘do’s and ‘don’t s’

I am afraid of my mind
The wildness of its dreams,
The warmth of its desires,
And the depth of its passions,
Makes me afraid again and again

I am afraid of my mind, because
If I look into a mirror,
I can see an animal-
Trying to break the cage-
In which it chained inside.

The New Year Eve

An eve of joy
An eve of hope
An eve of end
An eve of start
I welcome you
The New Year eve

God’s Gift

What is the best of gift –
Given to man by God –
Is that his feisty brain ?
Is that his mighty hands ?
Is that his supple tongue ?

No it’s none of them
It’s an innate inability
Which turns as a bless, that is -
“Man can’t foresee his future”

If I can foresee my future –
I would be the laziest -
I would be the pessimist –
I would be the atheist –
I would be the terrorist-

But I can’t foresee my future –
So I work hard to make my future bright
So I be the optimist to give strength to my mind
So I believe in God who is the Redeemer
So I feel I‘d be accountable for my doings

A man devoid of heart

He was a man devoid of a heart……..
He was like a machine which works for nothing
Just to end up as scrap…..
Lived all the years on his own
Without any help and without any thought
Of any one lived around him
His days were dim….
And nights were not calm.
He was so calculative and
Took every decision after much pondering
There was no passion and there was no affection
Towards anybody he met in his life

He was a man devoid of heart…
He did everything for a reason.
And a was a success in profession
He was called as victor by every one
He thought himself as invincible..
As days go by his heart was transformed to a programme
A programme which runs routinely -
Which gives the same result without a little flaw
Knowingly or unknowingly he was loosing his heart -
He never saw a rainbow instead –
Saw a seven coloured mark in the sky
He never heard music instead a flow of noise


What makes a man humane -
What gives charm to the days in your life
Loosing that will make u hard
Loosing that will make u a machine..

Present Moment

Life is a sequence of events..
Moves to the next finishing the present..
The moment elapsed has gone for ever..
The moment to come is not in your hands-
The future is with Gods and sorcerers -
And past is closed and sealed.
We are the masters of present.
Open your eyes and seize your likes
Rehearse the past to beautify the present-
Live in the present and enjoy your life…

Life as a river

Life is like a flow of river -
It never stops and it never waits -
Flows through summer and winter.
Cloured dark and coloured light-
Some times hot and some times cool..

Dreams

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
The sweetest word to hear….
The nicest thing to feel …
When you are in a dream..
There is no rule to dream…
There is no fence to check….
There is no mark to reach
And it doesn’t need any kick to start…

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
Anyone can dream any dream..
For that you need not be rich..
For that you need not be fair….
For that you need not be mighty….

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
Dreams are the heavenly bliss..
Dreams are the princess among thoughts.
Dreams are the children of wishes….

I cannot live a life…
Without any stream of dreams