Katharsis

You want to have them. You try to have them... you're unsuccessful. You retry...harder this time. They're yours...all yours. And nobody else's or maybe everybody's. Everybody whose life is nothing short of a melodrama, or at least that is how you see it. Maybe because you ain't no intruder in anybody's life. It doesn't bother whether a stone hits you or a cyclone inhales you. Are you thinking you're a soldier?   Ecstasy  comes only after you've played GTA vice city all day, watched Potter series the next, played poker and went clubbing the next day, read Salman Rushdie the following two days and closed the week after visiting Khajuraho but you still aren't happy. And then come  hashish ,  marijuana and cocaine and trance. Nothingness, completeness, emptiness and much more. Words and appearances are mere hallucinations. For they transform you to a whole new kingdom where you are the king, to a heaven where fairies for you sing. It’

A concept to learn A knowledge to share A blessing to receive A lot is left to be at ease (with yourself). --------------------------------------------------- Two expectations to live up to. Two faces to make proud, to bring a smile upon To soar high and limit the limitless A lot is left to repay... ---------------------------------------- To fight a petty issue To envy a cunning fellow To shed a drop of sweat and tear A lot is left to struggle. -------------------------------- To touch the highest echelons To bathe in showering notes To travel across the globe A lot is left to waste ourselves. --------------------------------------- To drown in the depth of two eyes To feel the touch of a hand To hear the sound of a chiming voice A lot is left to love. -------------------------------------- To see the dawning sun To walk barefoot over dew meadows To quantify the stars A lot if left to soothe ourselves. -------------------

"Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see." — S.E. Hinton (The Outsiders) If you are 16, you know it! You have successfully lived enough to tag ‘things’ as and how you wish. Often (rather very often) we blurt  – “Dude, I am glad to have you in my life. You’re the best thing that could happen to me. You’re the gem of a person, and you complete me. I fucking LOVE YOU soooo much!  But who in the world has given us the right to label someone as “WICKED”? [No…. God damn it, don’t say that ‘Freedom of speech and expression’ is our fundamental right! And even if this is to be considered then this very “right” has been enlisted in our democratic bible with a disclaimer stating that it is to the extent so long your speech or expression is bonafide and does not hurt others' feelings.] D

The breath of glory so divine Proudly where the stars shine All my senses rush and line Takes me there destiny mine... I'm standing where you want to reach Stretching tall to touch my feet You can copy, even cheat! But hard it is, you can never beat... I don't flaunt but money speaks I can buy you, bloody cheap! Tons of gold and diamonds in heaps You've miles to go and lots of leaps... Loud and wild, spirit's carefree Travelling, Shopping and adventurous spree Easy living, dollar$ on tree You'll turn back even when I pee... I win the bets, I win your guys Don't be sissy, try not to cry Get your fish, fry and try Be happy, I bid goodbye! P.S. Please don't raise your eyebrow... I was just trying to be Eminem-ish! :P

Drowned in sorrow I see no good tomorrow I see my dreams shatter For I lost this self-battle The ray of hope is lost Every hand has its cost Prevailing ugly silence And deep seeps the violence I aspired for the crown But I let everyone down I tripped over again My soul submerges in pain. My self-esteem begins to wither When they address me as a loser They slashed across my wings My life in danger swings I realised they all are right I see dark approaching night I don't deserve to breathe They've biased me on creed I'm called a bloody FAILURE So I end my life here REFLECTION : If you can't appreciate one's effort, don't discourage him. Failure is the first step to success. Mistakes lend you a hint to rise; move one step up. There are many parameters to success...

Sitting on my couch having my cuppa coffee When the abstract thoughts seemed haunting me   Analyzedhow unaware I was From the angels and demons in me... My soul languishing in ignominious darkness. Urging to find the being in me Did I play any role in the mystic skit by my fellow being? Or perhaps, do I really exist? It is high time I wonder who I am, Closed eyes; and colours emerged vividly When the past began repeating abstract, Battling with the circumstances Dealing with the catharsis Helping the poor soul next Thought I was the best! Was I sure who I am? "No! Check again". My will began.. They say little knowledge is hazardous Back to square one , my soul desired. Began the journey once again   Travelling my soul, felt some pain Running away from the flip side Afraid!I saw my darker side... The demon in me put me to a halt Never did I cherish the nature's laws The face with the smug Lowered my head during dusk. Mystified; I wan