The Path

Wander on my friend,
Take that extra step,
Peep into the pit, it may seem dark at first,
the further you see down,
the deeper you will see yourself,
Take that leap of faith,
It may make all the difference.

Let not the world hold you back,
It is envious of your courage,
Shut out all the noise and focus on your intentions,
Mock at you they will,
Laugh at you for sure,
Let it not bother you,
For you have a destiny to fulfill,

Make the change my brother,
Forge on with all your might,
You have a dream to achieve,
Let not go of it,
without the needed fight,

Make yourself happy my friend
You deserve it more than you know,
Let the world go by,
but you choose your path,
and lead the way alone...

Beautiful

I could describe your beauty,
like your hair to that of a sweet smelling night,
your smile like the first ray of dawn,
but what pulls me to you is not all that,
The most beautiful thing about you -
is your mind and the thoughts it carries,
your choice of compassion over anger,
your choice of love over bitterness,
your choice to see all the good instead of searching for the bad,
your choice to hold on to me in spite of everything,
Its strange to use one word to describe so much of goodness,
You're beautiful...

Shiver

An incessant shivering he felt, sweat poured from his brow and his shirt was stained with huge patches of sweat under his arms. 
Eyes open wide communicating nothing - it did not show fear, nor did it show anger, just blank.
In his mind all that was running was how much he wanted justice. 
Justice in the form of degrading the man who just made him feel what he was feeling at the moment.
He wanted to hit him where it hurt - deprive him of his source of pride. Cause him pain beyond repair and enjoy sweet revenge!
He wanted badly to believe he was capable of doing what he wanted to and was holding himself back, but it was not true. 
What held him back was fear - fear of the consequsnces of his imaginary actions.
And so he stood there shivering and sweating consoling himself that his time would come - and also knowing well it would never!!!

Helpless...

The policeman jabs her with his lathi, like waking a mongrel

she gives the picture of an animal in pain,

she clawed at the stick and abruptly sat up as if to run,

then came the rain of insults, she didnt respond - she was just relieved that the jabbing had stopped,

not a word did she respond as she dragged herself and her tattered saree trailing behind - like this was how it was meant to be,

her only objective is the next meal, no family, no ambitions, nothing - and here we are wondering how we can get that

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Seeing her I feel ashamed at my easy and bountiful life,

The frustarting part is to realize you cannot make a difference...

Is that all there is to life?

I wonder - is this all there is to life?

work hard, get paid more, work harder, get paid even more,

work hard to show off what u have, then work hard to show what you dont have,

do everything that you really dont want to and miss out on all the things you really want to do,

work with the aim of having it all to pursue your interests and losing out the one most important thing in the process - time!!

there is a big fucking mistake in the way the world is working.

I wonder if this is how it was meant to be or we just let our ruinous feelings run it for us..

Good ol days

Today your eyes don't say anything. I remember the good old days.

Ur eyes said so much. They longed for me. They lit up with joy on seeing me. They shut in sheer happiness when we hugged and kissed.

I miss them. Today the same eyes sometimes looks at me with hatred, frustration and anger and more than all indifference..

All the care and affection worn away with time like sands in a storm,

like the waves that wash what we so lovingly wrote together on the beach on a cool beautiful evening.

Passion

Desperate for the woman of my life.

A feeling that i guess must be linked to instincts, its so damn powerful. Never felt so alone before.

Lie to myself that single is good, but it isnt, its just so lonely.

The link between the gal today and this feeling of mine is too weak, but emotions tell me otherwise. Blinded by love and made a fool

The mind is only filled with lust and longing. What am i passionate about? - Love, unending and lustful love!!