When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down,

I sing a song.

For when it'll rise,

It will spread the light.

In the sweet by and by

Of life's dust and shine,

I sing a song.

When my heart is joyous,

I sing a song.

Even when the time is wrong.

I will be humming along,

That old song, my own very old song.

O Sailor

Sailor ! sailor!
In the ocean of this world
I sail my boat to unknown waters.
made my boat with faith
Grabbed the oar with trust
made of fine blades.
Row I row in this ocean
World as big as to store many oceans,
and I row along the tides.
At the shore while standing alone.
I wondered about the mighty sea.
I heard the thunder
I didn't know where I might just be.
Far away across the sea
is the treasure buried
is what the wind had whispered.
My greed ever was the light
perhaps shining across this mighty sea.
My dream is the green land
Which locates too somewhere there.
To find my treasure I must row
I must row until I cross the sea.
Tide by tide floating along the waves.
Among the sharkes, whales, pirates and mermaids.
Sailor ! sailor!
In the ocean of this world
I sail my boat to unknown waters.
never seen the ocean except on tv
so let go the fishes :)

~never been a sailor

Love to me

Love to me ~
Love is beautiful.
Beautiful as the happening of day and night.
Love is strong
Strong as the greatest mountains.
Love is the force
As of the nature itself.
Love is in the longings of everybody's heart.
Sometimes clear, sometimes hidden.
At times ceased within by greed.
Love is in every reason for the feeling of joy.
Love is a teacher,
That's love for the life and it's lessons.
Love to me is greatest,
for mankind, for the lord, for nation and for family.
Love is boundless as air.
Love is in forgiveness and fairness.
Love is the soul of entire lifecycle.
Love is the gravity
that pulls a better life.
Love is the truth and
truth is most beautiful.

Love never dies

Love never dies even if its forgotten
Crushed or ceased within.
Love was there in the past,
Love is now in present
And love will be there in every time.
At times we choose to play blindfold,
For more practical matters of life.
Sometimes devil hits the bulls eye
and we can't see what is real and the truth.
Later we realize
What it was all about?
And truth says love was it all about.
Love never dies
Even in separation of the moments or the whole lifetime.
Love that travels from mother's arms to father's advice.
Brothers and sisters' friends and family.
Morals and country
and sweetheart's deep eyes.
Love never dies but the moments do,
Moments pass from time to time.
In this sweet by and by,
Sometimes we live for things and love just remains in few wondering eyes.
But it's never gone forever,
Because love never dies.
If it's not now it will be there.
All I can feel deep in my heart,
What leaves us empty is not money,
Neither it's any other virtue of life,
But missing love and a broken heart.
If love is there,
It will bring along all other noble virtues of life.
So you only remember,
Love never dies.

Peace out

I hear a scream
Which I have heard before
Coming from under a roof
And silenced under many.
I wonder why one shall shout
To be heard by one standing near
Once who was so dear.
Once who did converse without a single word.
Irony of the world
That we let the beauty fade ,
Over the time and let anger
rise over the head,
and somebody's smile is ceased,
and left to shed tears instead.
The cruel words begins to pollinate
such clumsy fear
That supposed to be flourished
by rather beautiful traits.
Let not grow loathing to rule over,
retreat to your imaginary boundaries and timetravel to your moments of joy.
For, peace shall be healing
that wounded heart and
The world must be calling for another beautiful start.
Peace out as much as you should
Follow the heart as much as you could.
Deeper in the core
you and me and all
are bestowed with a kindered heart.
So let not grow loathing to rule over,
let love, peace and harmony to take over.

Sentiments

Sentiments that enlighten a human soul.

To know who and what to be cared.

Sometimes hugely to provide 

The sense of being humane.

Sentiments also often happen to be the root cause of the pain,

For the tender heart.

When the world playing many games.

One who doesn't keep with the pace,

Often hurt and teardrops roll accompanied with the pain.

But the sentiments for the true shall clean and move an apathetic heart.

As trees and their leaves gets cleansed in the rain.

Sentiments must be protected from demolishing rationality of your brain.

Because by and large the world wouldn't care tenderness of your heart, 

in the name of the game that is life.

Sentiments are the guide, 

that will take you to the path of understanding and reasoning good and the bad.

Ignorance as it sounds is surely dark and dreary.

Therefore sentiments of sorrow shouldn't let you walk towards the dark.

As enlightenment is the state of mind for the wise and for the sane.

How every  now and then we cry in the rain to hide the tears.

How in dark we swallow the guilt of hurting someone.

As long as your sentiment keep knocking at the closed door of your heart.

It makes sense, for that only reflect the good side of your heart.

Even if you can't hide your emotions.

Even if you can't hold the tears inside,

Should let them flow, 

As this only shows how you will grow,

in the light of knowing the unknown,

in the light of not to be insane.

For, sentiments show how you possess a beautiful heart.

Manjhi ~ The mountain man

Repressed by the social bias,
Living through the differences of so called superiors and inferiors by caste.
He lived to be nothing but humane,
In the darkness of the night of social apathy.
lead by uppity leaders and gold diggers.
Exploited and harassed.
He found happiness in love of his wife.
Alas! his happiness didn't last.
For, he lost the love of his life,
to the mountain that she couldn't cross.
As she fell to death, once she came down.
Succumbed to death to her wounds and lack of treatment he couldn't afford.
As there were obstacles of poverty and that mountain.
The poor lost his love and his faith in life.
Only left with rage against the mountain of physical and social barriers once it did guard.
He sold his goats to buy a hammer and chisel,
To bring him salvation he was determined to break the mountain to carve a path.
By hammering that mountain, to breaking it through.
And did so with love in his heart as he prayed the stones and broke them every day, month and years for twenty two long long years of his quest.
He carved a niche and also carved that path.
That eventually lead to bring him solace and proved how love is much stronger in any race.
Alas! he left the world one fine day too,
Hoping his struggle might bring prosperity to his land.
A road that will be mighty as his faith.
He walked miles and miles to make it so
and returned empty handed but found his grace.
May the world knows his story and understands his agony.
May we learn by his angst against the social indifference for the poor, for the repressed.
And we shall be indebted to his legacy.

# A tribute to Dashrath Manjhi "Dashrath Baba" and his life story that has definitely thrown light on the lives of those poor and repressed, who are well part of our society that we all know very well. I was definitely inspired by his quest and his movement so had to write a little about his quest. There is a fine movie out there as well now. Watch it if it moves you too.

Let go the fears

When the stars are bright and the moon is glimmering

I sit down pondering over my thoughts.

wriggling my conscience

and I find myself rapt in reminiscence of an old dream.

The dream so dear, dream which I ever had.

It brings along some old fears,

fears I am scared of fear which are demons in disguise.

But looking close now the fears are real but not invincible.

Inside my heart I know what I want,

By all my heart I know I will find my way,

to reach the destination.

So I let go my fears so I let go those demons.

I constantly teach myself to let go the

evils of the soul.

To save myself I won't even need the ace in the hole.

So I want to break the chains, I want to open the doors.

I want my life, I want my dream, I want my love.

I want my head and soul in sync.

I want nothing that makes my head spin.

Far from the galaxy  as we might just be

A tiny dot and that's not just me but we all.

So do you care about the silly world at all.

No matter when you start.

As life is it will happen only once to you, to me.

So just follow your heart, follow your dreams.

Longings of my heart

I hide a lot of love away in my heart

to respond to the pain that tries it to break,

and I try to protect it with all my strength 

Never to let it break.

Even when I am lowest I hope to get the strength

to protect my heart.

I try hard to protect my heart 

but often it fears to break,

what I see is often what I feel

But what I feel in completeness is

what I see and what I imagine to see.

This complexity is caused by none but you and me.

The world is you and I is me.

Over the passage of time,

which passed with smiles and rants

mostly with twinges and pangs.

The way I feel, is hard to explain.

A heartache, belongs not only to me

Ask your heart sometime,

It's more about the world than you and me.

How a bird is caged and an animal slaughtered

how a flower wilts and a tree is withered.

Society,that makes no sense

that doesn't know to spare a moment of truth and love.

Why it is that often lingers in the middle

Goes not so  far, never comes too close.

I wonder, why there is always a chase.

Morals are only preached, values only told.

So why it can not be true that we educate ourselves

a little love and hope, dreams and longings, love and peace.

Smiles and happiness to spread equally and for all.

I dream and hope that all search within and find this dream,

to be true, to live forever.

O Traveler !

Treading carelessly through the pebbly path,
Sometimes brightly under the sun,

sometimes walking in the dark, 

Mostly searching for a light.

Not the sunlight that provides warmth,

but sunshine that shines upon the soul.

coming across throngs of travelers.

Travelers ! O my co travelers !

is it that I am not like you or is it that you are not like me.

you walk on your way and I do so too.

we walk the path all along but never the same.

But we walk and we keep walking.

As we walk our ways at times we stop,

reflecting upon our journeys so far only to find how far is still we haven't tread?

Lonely at times, at times in pain, hurt, broken and yet ready to go.

Like in this lonely hour I sit calmly.

Suppressing the agony of being what I am not meant to be, 

Suppressing the agony of living in a world that's not enough.

But I know I got to travel far, far away where I can see the light shining upon me.

So the loneliness is not hurting not haunting either.

I tell my heart to be calm, I tell from the bottom of my heart the same to be calm.

Be calm and find the best path you must travel.

I will be traveling mine and I won't stop till the end.

Till the end of my life, 

And I will find the light.

Stairway of love

In the lonely hours
I ponder over you
I ponder over the time
I would be with you.
Looking into your eyes
telling you about, dreams of my life
and together planning to shape our dreams to come true.
I feel only love that can bring out the ocean of emotions
inside me that's been accumulating odd streams and
that has been stagnant ever.
Only love can get that ocean, burst out through my eyes, for once and for all.
To bring solace to my heart.
And I can be free from
the demons of my tarnished soul.
For never I wish to become an attorney of the devil
Neither I proclaim to be one among the angels.
I just want to be
a good hearted man.
Who loves you forever.
And fights against all the odds
to see your beautiful smile.
To be sane to be loved,
to be a good man all I
want is your love my sweetheart.
I might not promise you to bring the stars but I will provide you with every ounce of love held inside my heart.
For I put all my faith in the fact
Love is the only priceless thing in life you can ever get and ever give.
So I say this to you my sweetheart
I love you.
I love you from the bottom of my heart.

An account of my Foolhardy

Often I introspect and
Often I see a less wiser me.
More I go down the line,
More I feel ashamed of me.

For, this is an account of my foolhardies,
So I must dig down deep to
speak the upright truth.

I do not wish to rant about the regrets of life
For, not to be one of the wealthy,
Not even the one with a tag.
It's not even an ode to dejection
Of a broken heart.
All that holds value, less then
a mid night's dream to me.

But, I must accept the fact
how treacherous it is to
find that I almost lived decades,
As I was living in a fool's paradise.
Not in the pursuit of wisdom
But as the society goes by,
for a living better than somebody,
For the sake of some name etc.

For, almost every man will pick up
a silver coin whenever found,
But not GOLDEN WORDS which lay
around us in the form of
greatest Books of antiquity.

The words of scholars, 
That teach us the way of life
Not merely finding a job and then going back to stoneage of sort,
in terms of inner awakening.
But to find the simplest yet the most valuable meaning of life.

I don't advocate the only way of art and music but anything where you find the calling of your soul.
And the matter of fact is,
music and art is soul .
To be human and to know this is almost indispensable.

Alas! Often I introspect and
Often I see a less wiser me.
More I go down the line,
More I feel ashamed of me.

And I wish that I must not be slumbering all the way for the remaining time.
For, this is an account of my foolhardies
And I speak the upright truth.