कविता - My Soul's Expression

What's your story mate ? My story.... Well, I am a 'cracked' pot,  When water filled on the spot, At the end, my level is half, You see, I have some in-built cracks Finding my place on my master's lowest racks I am 2 years old and cracks developed after a month of my make Not sure how long will I sustain, Here I am, for my master's sake I get envious to see other pots perfectly made Some as old as a decade, But when filled, not a drop would fade, And look at me, how did these 'cracks' invade ? High time, now asking my master "Why do you keep me at your place ? when other pots delivers almost double Sir, I am no where in the race " My master always ignored, but one day replied, "When you are filled and delivered to me in morning, Have you noticed a garden on the way? Well, it didn't exist before, flowers wouldn't stay, But your cracks perfectly spills water as needed On the way, you benefit me more than expected. Well, you have amazing ...

My tantrums are usual,  I want something all the time  From friends to food, movie to malls From 'Message only', to 'video calls' But I wonder, How can my desires be labeled as a 'Crime'? What's wrong in cribbing all the time ? See, life is too short, why not crave ? Else my 'wants' will follow me till grave I want to live my life king size I might as well equally behave With every passing second,  I want to spend my every dime Because,I want something all the time Now, this 'Something' can be anything Money, word of praise, a relationship, some respect, Being recognized when you least expect Or bithching someone, bullying someone Just getting rid of some life's shitty aspect This definition of 'something' changing with time Confused, what to forgo and what is prime Then one day, I meet this lady, Vibrant face, deep eyes,  Wrinkles all over,  But her radiance competing with skies At the airport, unknowingly she directs me to a bil...

Hey, I have a story to tell,  Not sure, if I can put it across well What to say or what not At right time, my mind forgets to ring that bell Can I buy your time to lend me your ear, Listen naa, I have a story to tell. Story of someone away from home, Focused to measure success epitome Address : 101, Messy Appt, Lonely Road, Opposite Depression Cell, Hello, I have a story to tell. Greeting a new 'me' every morning  Getting acquainted with empty walls staring  Its kind of a diffent fantasy, my life wish to sell Every morning, I have a different story to tell At weekdays, my work is my only resort Days fly like a flame of some sort At weekend, I do not wish to leave my shell, I know it's a weird story to tell I am confused, is this a story of someone 'lonely'  Or is it for ones who are 'alone' ? Which of this is a choice,  Is there anything carved on stone ? At times, in silence I  relentlessly yell, Why don't you understand,  I have a story to tell.....

Can anyone determine your mood Irrelevant who or what,  Struggling and asking yourself, are we good ? How can you give a key to your smile To someone or something ? Doesn't it end up making you fragile ? Imagine, you being on front seat to drive, Without clutch and break in your control Hello! Will you reach your destination alive ? In absence of own control, don't you feel helpless Irrespective how much ever you strive. Problem is keeping someone at the epicenter Coz it makes you vulnerable But you pretend to be a fighter  When your dear one are making it intolerable  Hence, stop playing this game of "mood" blindly, People and things come and go ultimately You are master of your soul, so get up, Before you lose control over yourself indefinitely.

सपने देखने का हक़ हमे आज भी है अपनी किस्मत  से लड़ने का हक़ हमे आज भी है  तो क्या हुआ  कुछ जिम्मेदारियों का बोज़ है  पर ग़म के बाजार में, हँसी के दो पल खरीदने का हक़  हमे आज भी है  सड़क पर चलते मुसाफिर से पूछो, तो जाने  अपनी मंज़िल का पता न हो, तो किसकी माने  अपने मन की, जो पहले ही हार मान चूका है  या दिमाग की, जो हर पल नयी दिशा दिखा चूका है  मंज़िल को पाने की दौड़ में भूल गया  कि सफ़र में मौज मानाने का हक़ हमे आज भी है  ज़िंदगी से टूटे है तो क्या हुआ  अपने थोड़े रूठे है तो क्या हुआ  भाई, इस पल का भी मज़ा ले  अरे ! कुछ आँसू ही तो टपके है, और क्या हुआ ? वक़्त आएगा, और तुम पीछे देखकर कहोगे   कि उम्मीद से उम्मीद रखने का हक़ हमे आज भी है   बस इस पल का मज़ा लो, कल किसने देखा  अगर आज को कल में जिओगे, तो  मिलेगा बस धोखा कल की तैयारी में, यह मत भूल जाना  कि, ज़िंदा रहने का हक़ हमे आज भी है   - अंकित पंकज शिंगाला

When was last I had a burst of laughter And without any reason,  I felt a bit lighter, When did i last enjoy talking to my self, When was last my own company made me feel better, Well, if I am thinking still, then it's been sometime When was last I enjoyed my mum's chatter, When my dad's presence actually started to matter, When was last a friend's call lasted for an hour And, I wrote my heart out in a letter, If I am still wondering, it has definitely been sometime When was last, I enjoyed taxi-ride, without looking at meter, And long walks without phone seemed so much better when was last I spent a day with family without checking emails And when world went against, I didn't lose my character Am I still pondering? then, its been sometime. When was last, in tough times, I never worried for a supporter who made me calm in an unexpected disaster, When was last I happlily drenched myself in rain Dancing and ruthlessly splashing water Okay, I will confess, it has been ...

 पूरी किताब खत्म नहीं हुई  कुछ अध्याय अभी शेष है   यह एक कहानी कहना चाहती है  अपने दर्द , अपनी खुशियाँ फैलाना चाहती है   पर कुछ किस्सों ने ऐसा उलझाया  रोए के हसे, यह किताब खुद नहीं समज पाती है   कहती है , अपने तर्क को बाजु में रखो  हर एक किरदार का यहाँ अलग भेष है  पूरी किताब खत्म नहीं हुई कुछ अध्याय अभी शेष है  कहीं, कहानियों में डूब जाता हूँ  अच्छे किस्सों में कहीं खो जाता हूँ    लगता है, की पन्ने खत्म ना हो  और कभी बीच में ही ऊब जाता हूँ   सभी किरदारों में कभी कितना अनुराग है  और कभी छुपा हुआ कितना द्वेष है    पूरी किताब खत्म नहीं हुई  कुछ अध्याय अभी शेष है  नया दिन और अगला पन्ना फिराया,  मानो एक नया उमंग ले आया   शब्द वही, लेखक वही  पर किताब ने अर्थ एक नया समझाया  मेरे कागज़ भले गल गए हो  लेकिन पढ़नेवाले का नजरिया विशेष है  पूरी किताब खत्म नहीं हुई, साहब  कुछ अध्याय अभी शेष है    - अंकित पंकज शिंगाला