कविता - My Soul's Expression

Grey hair isn't just an indication It's time baby, grow up Life's not gonna halt at one station Passenger you are, better behave like one Your current adress is not your destination. Belive me when I say, Grey hair isn't just an indication. Jokingly you say, "Time Flies" And after crossing some major milestones You end up making for your lies You see that lady on death bed, Fighing cancer, counting days instead When every cell of her body cries You jokingly say  "I wonder how time flies" Or With hotstar, prime, netfix,  "I am just killing time" you say I have nothing to do worthy my stay This planet is boring enough I need to strike something night and day Lien your hour to that daily wager, He has his daughter's school fee to pay "Killing time", I mean really you dare to say ! So, when you see that grey hair again  Talk to that guy in mirror, don't refrain There is a reason behind wrinkles and pain Sooner or later you wil...

When Ankit decided to meet God, At age - 6, he couldn't be stopped Packing sandwiches and juice,  Leaving home early, His faith couldn't be dropped. Path was long, tired he was Chose to sit in a park, now afternoon it was Other side of a bench, an old woman he saw Whose smile mesmerized every creature  What a divine lady she was. Hungry she seemed,  Hence offered her sandwiches, A sip of juice, she would take Would satisfy Ankit's hunger for ages Her constant smile radiated divinity Before leaving the park,  Hugged her tight, Witnessing such purity Ankit wouldn't forget such a sight. Came home, overjoyed Exclaimed,"Mumma, I met God today !" She has wrinkles on face With smile that no one can replace She is a true embodiment of grace The old lady went home, Starving since a day Tears pouring and she said, "Son, I finally met God today, Sandwiches and Juice he brought, He is way younger than I thought, I wish to meet him again Is he the one I always sought...

एक interview में मुझे पूछा गया  "तुम्हारे बारे में कुछ बताओ क्या खोया, क्या पाया भाई, ज़रा हिसाब लगाओ"   जनाब, मेरा जवाब रटा हुआ है मेरी तकदीर का ताला टुटा हुआ है अब चाबी ढूँढू या शिकायत करू यह लिखते लिखते, पता न चला के के मेरी CV का आखरी पन्ना फटा हुआ है    पूरी ज़िन्दगी का निचोड़, मैं  खुद नहीं समज पाता  अटपटे रास्तो पर, मैं उलझ जाता कहाँ जाना चाहता हूँ, मेरी मंज़िल क्या है  काश google maps मुझे बता पता    "तुम 10 साल बाद अपने आप को कहाँ देखते हो" मेहनत की धूप में अपने आप को कितना सेकते हो?"   अरे सर, मेरा...

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.