A WORTHY LIFE

If there is to be a life,
worthy of being alive.
That is to be of reaching out to the core of your heart.
If there is to be a life,
worthy of being alive, is to be of knowing your dreams.

Without stopping at obstacles,
to keep the fire burning inside.
Like mountains to stand on their side,
Every season and every time.

If there is to be a life,
worthy of being alive.
That is to be of dreaming and working
and for the common hopes of growth
worthy of being reasonable for well being of nature and mankind.

If there is to be a life,
worthy of being alive.
That is to be of reaching out for your goals, 
and sharing the joy of your life.

With a vision of such life,
If you spend your days, weeks and years,
Still toiling may be but never mind the odds of life.
Ultimately you will be going towards living your beautiful life.

If there is to be that beautiful life,
to be lived on your mind,
I wonder if you concur
but you will be living this life with pride.

How to be the perfect me

Walking in the time machine,

towards future and to linger in the past.

I and people nearby 

I know nothing as now 

what made this up to sound like a lullaby.

But then my heart kinda numb feelings hardly coming out.

All the while and ever the question is same,

how to be the perfect me.

What if I turn out to be anything but the perfect me.

Would you still love me for being just me.

Like a mess of a man.Grown up almost a half.

Own no house and no car,

but I got a feeling deep in my heart,

why is it that you always looking for the perfect me?

What makes up this world is not only love.

As I always imagined that it would be.

Look around this world torn in different worlds of mine and yours.

Opinions and different faiths.

So good to have but not by separating different races.

Does it really matter,as long as we struggle to find us in a good place.

Still everybody expect to be in perfect shape,

of the whole thing, 

which ideally rather be of 

body, mind and soul.

I know I also got to be part of this masquerade,

and I am walking too, walking in to that space.

Wondering how to be the perfect me,for you to please.

Turning to the future,

would I see that I be that perfect me,

I don't know, in your terms but I hope to be.

If that matters the most,

I will strive to present you the perfect me,

but all in terms of my heart.

I used to be a comedian

Once upon a time
I used to be a comedian
When I laughed from the bottom of my heart and I loved to make other's laugh.
I was pure like the light, used to love almost everybody.
I loved the air I loved the soil
I loved mountains and I loved to dream.
I used to dream, to be working to spread a lot of smiles.
Alas ! I grew up to be something else.
To feel the pain and became used to pain.
Almost everything turned out to be a lie.
And those lies broke my heart.
All of it sealed in the depth of my broken heart.
Today let me open that door,
It was the society, it was lie, it was love,it was expectation, it was rigmarole, it was dead morals, it was lost hope, it was all of it that broke my heart.
Today I stand in a crowd and I feel lonely inside.
And I pretend to smile...
Irony! it is,
Once upon a time
I used to be a comedian
When I laughed from the bottom of my heart and I loved to make other's laugh.
I hope to find the light,
That burns the sulk inside.
I hope to find the light
That makes me bright as I used to be when I was a child.
To be that comedian to make everybody laugh.
Once upon a time I used to be a comedian and I loved to smile and to make everybody laugh.
As I want nothing but to live a meaningful life.
To find the truth and to be true to my soul.

A room with a view

In a room with a view
Near the window the man is laid
To view the whole spectrum of life.
I now realize perhaps what the man can explain better than me or you.

The view might be constraint to the rigmarole of sight.
But enlightened! the vision inside.
The man is laid in a room with a view
near the window.

Transparent as it is
Just like the fact of life and death.
And the man perhaps counting on his life as he is laid near the window
in a room with a view.

Collecting all his strength to be strong
for the remaining time to go on
with all the love and hope
to live to the best for the rest of his life.
As he must be treading through the storm all in his mind.

Far from that place but a thought
Leaves me to believe not to be scared but thoughtful about this spectrum of life.
On the way to make it better day
for today, tomorrow and the days to come.

The story of life...appreciate the time.
For, many counting their time
in similar rooms and some just under a roof.

#I happen to come across in such a place and to get a glimpse of the inside of such a room from far away while traveling to go to work and its not about the imagination but the fact that some people reach at the brink of meeting their fate rather clumsy fate, some come out strong and god willing everybody does. The view is of a cancer hospital and patients lying on their beds.
This is to appreciate life and so to appreciate other's fortunate or less fortunate, as it passed through my mind so sharing...

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.

Aatm Manthan

Swapn sarit nadiya mein lagata gote main.
Jeevan ke is bhavsagar mein dhoondhta kuch moti main,
Kho jata yadi lehro mein to kabhi,
Keiparth samajh wah karata mujhe par.
Yu to hai samay kab raha kabhi apna,
Jo na tha wo nischit raha bas ek sapna. Samay, Saral pravah ek path sa
Pathik, panth ek liye chalta jata main.
Shyma hogya ho mera yadi koi karm,
Sahridya, natmastak karta yachna main.
Path pradarshak bane satya
Meri bas yeh abhilasha,
Kabhi swayng se hi grahyudh to kabhi kuritiyon se karta yudh ka shankhnad.
Har nahi manunga is jeevan main,
Ho kitna bhi Kinkartavyavimud mera man.
Na hoon vichlit,  na hi bhaybhit kinchit, Hari, kripa apni rakhna,
Vinti meri bas Itni sunana.
Swapn sarit nadiya mein lagata gote main.
Jeevan ke is bhavsagar mein dhoondhta kuch moti main,
Jeevan ke is rele main,
sochta hoon, likhta hoon man ka sar
Yu hi kabhi akele mein.
Jeevan ke is bhavsagar mein dhoondhta kuch moti main.

# Aatm manthan #Hindi kavita : Sundar, Saral, Manmohak apni bhasha#Hindi

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.