I am inspired

today,i am inspired
i dont want to sit on my butt doing nothing all day
feelin like a complete idiot
at sea with everything

i want to get up and start living
i want to stop shedding these meaningful sighs
everytime i turn towards my work
regretting the time i would have to spend on it

running for that smallest chance or an opportunity
that would arise and take me away
from all this sinister monologue
the walls of my room eating me alive

i was never this introverted
now i stammer when i speak
i hide behind my doors and shut myself in
so even the sun's rays wont see my face

my only relatinship is with the phone
and the internet is keeping me company
friends and foes in the world outside
think my being is a history

see i'm starting to rhyme now
this is my life,my creativity
i would wither and die without producing something
and frankly dats is the reason of my lamenting

dis is it,the time is now
im sick of crying my heart out
what if no one bloody understands a thing i say
im tired of caring for whatever anyone thinks now

i was born for some reason..
to create something new..
not to follow wat some einstein thought
but to b a part of another rennaissance

so im thinkin of pushing myself to my limits
and falling over the edge..to take a look at what lies beyond
i have to..i just have to
its time to wake up..and get going.

A Beautiful prayer

Last night i was watching the kite runner.Although the novel had clearly moved me,the film had some bits n pieces of its tenderness..below is a prayer that i heard n was propelled by an inner force to jot down here..


Oh my lord..
My sins are like the highest mountain..
My good deeds are very few..
They're like a small pebble..
I turn to you..
my heart is full of shame..
my eyes are full of tears..
Bestow your forgiveness and mercy upon me..
Ya Allah..
Send your peace and blessings on the final prophet..
& his family.. and companions..
and those who follow him..

Here i find that God is beautiful in every form,in every sacred prayer that escapes from the lips,whether those b of a hindu or muslim,christian or sikh,zorastrian or jew.May God bless us all.

God cried with me..today

Today God cried with me..again
he knows the devotion i have for him is shared
with someone i let go of..yet again
he knows i was right,yet he cried,yet i cried

it rained in the blazing sun
it drenched me from head to toe
the raindrops held my tears with them
cradled my blinding eyes..soothed my raw pain
today God cried with me again

i smell our tears falling on the earth
i reach out his hand and hold it tight
"you dont have to worry about me you know"i say
he smiles but the tears fall from his eyes,in vain
today God cried with me again

with fatigue i have fallen down on this wet earth
for invoking my God took my breath away
my feet hurt and my legs tremble..
but i feel unusual calm seeping my way
i have danced my way to redemption like a madwoman
like a woman possessed with feelings insane
today God cried with me again


when the tears stopped i looked at his eyes
they were a brilliant blue bright with sunshine
i looked at them without flinching once,
for i dont care to b blinded by his light
i already have sacrificed my sight
given up those eyes with which i saw the world
so i let him take me into the magical trance where i felt no hurt,no pain
today.
God cried with me again

A WEAKENED MELODY

Just the day i swore,you i'd forget
you came out of nowhere and showed yourself
my pulverised brain saw nothing coming
and nothing i could do, to shield my-self

the thoughts and the feelings and the memories
lying in a corner filled with cobwebs
i entered that place of my heart again
heard that familiar melody,faint and weakened,but not dead

i hummed that WEAKENED melody
a mixture of a happy and sad tune
it gave me the same hope filled dispair
showed me that m not all that immune

and here is the melody of my distress
that my head sings and sings till its out of breath
my deepest secret that i would've taken to grave
but now,i'd share it with u instead...

A potter's smile

As the wheel rotates b'neath his hands
he creates pottery out of land
it spins with shapes of beautiful kind
that formed apart in his mind

cups n bowls n glasses n pots
he turns around the earthen clods
transforms them into his sweat and blood
his hands caked with sodden mud

burnt brown and fingernails black
those hands go on,they never slack
build wares and burn them in the kiln
and paint on them colourful skin

but of all the pottery made in while
the beauty lies in his pleasured smile
enchanting how hard he works to live
still manages that satisfaction puckering his lips

and we who buy those crafted piece
pay less to b happy but more to please
and lest it crumbles and breaks on the floor
we couldnt care less of the love it holds

of the sweat and the blood of those burnt brown hands
those created figures out of sodden lands
amidst the bowls and craftsmanship
we bought a smile from his lips

the TINK story

a lone figure sits atop the knotted tree,she looks at the moon and sighs
the glowing beauty flutters its wings,like an angel poised in flight
the seconds tick away with the flowing river,the wind rustling through her hair
she waits for no one,she waits for him,the one she knows who doesnt care

her beloved peter pan would soon return,from where his beloved lives
and for the day he will b hers,till the sun permits
she will play,she will dance,she will sing,and she will fly
she will laugh,she will swing,let her feet touch the sky

he is her one and only love,since eternity opened its eyes
but he found it with wendy,the girl of far far away premise
the envy cuts upon her broken heart,but she can only sigh
for holding her true love for herself,would make it all lies

so she lets him go night by night,across the moon he leaps
to wendy and her brothers,who wait for him,after their parents go to sleep
and off he goes when the darkness creeps in,brings wendy and the boys
and they play and talk,and laugh and fly,leaving tinker to sit and sigh

she knows that this is never never land,here there is no such thing as time
but wendy belongs to that place where,people grow old and sublime
she hurts for peter,she hurts for wendy,sometimes more than she hurts for herself
they would not b together forever,for wendy is a human,and peter,an elf

and one day she will have peter,day and night,all to herself
but his first love would always b wendy,and with her his thoughts would dwell
so she wonders if it is good or bad,to eagerly await that fall
gor then he will always be with her,and yet,oh so far!!

Thought of the moment

"Sometimes you make mistakes

and sometimes mistakes make you"