Journey

It's been a life
full of wonders.
It's been a ride
on roller coaster.

I started slowly,
I picked up fast
the speed of life,
the moving stars.

I wandered alone
out into the wild,
and got my lessons
straight from life.

Hasn't been easy but
it was worth a fight,
I scratched my knees
quite a few times.

And so I believe
the life should be,
body used up full,
worn out and free.

Had it been a soft
and soothing walk,
would I have liked
it so much to say?

For it matters, yes,
only if, you reach
your destined spot
the harder way.

The Smell of Books

Oh, thou old books,
Fresh of library out,
I hold thou in full,
And smell throughout.

Thou fragrance to me,
And I sniff so deep,
Till the odor has
In my soul seeped.

And it brings rest to
My all wandering mind,
As I inhale thy pages
In one go, all at a time.

Meaning of Life

Understand life, they say,
I say, No, buddy..
leave it as it may!
Try creating a few
moments of happiness
only to find that
actually you can't..
that it's all written well before..
and all you can do is want!
Want, and then wait..
you may get it then & there,
or you won't, never ever..
Yes, there have been
some great times..
full of rhythm..
plenty of rhymes..
But, look back & see..
Have they survived?
And, there have been
a few bad phases too..
that put you down..
that made you cry..
Look back again and find..
Have they survived?
Nah! Just a matter of time..
Times and people,
moments and feelings
have always changed,
shall always change..
What will not change is
this series of change;
this chain of events,
some happy, some sad,
Good first, then bad,
Good, bad, good, bad,
then good again,
then bad again,
this endless chain.
So, stop that think-tank..
leave it as it is, as it may..
Do not over-analyze..
Live life King-size?

Of all the good things ever happened to me, I came to enjoy best the ones that happened after the bad ones.

Books

Give me some books
And leave me alone
That's all I ask for.
That's all I seek.

My Golden Hat

Here I stand,

On a silent land,

Without an option

To ask or demand,

For I have to snatch

My golden hat,

That belongs to me.

That’s my destiny. 

Can't afford to lose,

For I must win

By whatever means,

Goodness or sin. 

It’s been enough.

I heard a lot.

Time to respond,

To flaunt what’s hot. 

So, get up, warrior!

Conquer the time.

Make it loud, grand.

Be a victor, shine! 

Prove it to thyself

As thou art the one

Who deserves his hat,

Who deserves his sun.

You Were The One

As I sit alone in

This dark silent night,

I wish to talk,

But something isn't right. 

As there is no you,

With whom I shared

All my thoughts,

And all my views;

Tonight I realize

How precious were

Those moments few. 

There was a time

When time itself stopped,

Because you and I were

Engrossed in a talk nonstop. 

Yes, I miss those

Days of love and care,

When I spoke a little

And a lot did I share. 

What I miss more is

You and your presence,

For you were the one

Who would stop and listen. 

You listened to

My every wish,

My every dream.

You could even perceive

The things untold,

The things unseen. 

Now that you are

But so very far

Away from me,

And I know that

Those days won't

Be back to me,

I can only cherish

The good time spent,

As when I spoke

And you listened. 

Now, my words go

Unheard these days,

I just babble

And nobody cares.

I wish you were

Here again tonight;

I’d say, you’d listen,

And then it would

Be all right.

What's Your True Calling?

And it's all about what your true calling in life is. What is it on earth that makes your knees go weak? Where does your innermost interest lie?

After a long span of seven years, when I once again entered the English Literature class, the very first minute I knew that this was where I belonged. That I should never have gone for anything else, should not even have thought of doing something else. That I had been wandering clueless, aimlessly for seven long years and that nothing brought inner peace.

Such similar realization came once again when I entered a huge library full of books on literature. There, standing alone, amongst numerous books around, nothing but books, thousands of them, a sudden realization struck me. I found that I could spend my entire life there and I would not regret a single moment of it. And that I did not want anything else from life.

Literature. Library. Books.

"Literature" is like a very sensuous and beautiful woman who turns me on every single time I think or talk about it (her). I don't consider "literature" to be merely a subject of study. It is a living thing for me, warm and affectionate, and I find peace in her. I talk to her, I feel her, I sniff her through the old books in the old silent library. This library with books on literature is very quite and calm in her composure. Yet, she talks back as I read her. She speaks out loud. It's wonderful to be with her. It's soothing. Time stops. All I want to do is pick out the old books, sit and read them one by one, line by line, word by word, letter by letter. I wanna absorb all that they have into myself. They complete my being.

Write

My hand doth itch
and moves along
with heart that
speaks lines long.

I try and ignore
the words of heart,
they, bursting out,
are falling apart.

I ought to rush
to push them back
or write them out
on empty pad.

So I reach out far
to catch my pen
and hold it out
as do wise men.

Live a life.. or waste it...

There's more to life than this.
Certainly more than what I believe.
And my imagination is limited.
My mind is a little baby.
One who knows nothing.
This baby looks content
With what he sees, what he has.
Although he seeks to explore more,
Yet, being a baby, what can he?
There are more cities than
What I have seen so far
More nations, more worlds,
More planets, perhaps...
Then why am I bound?
Why shrunken only to die?
To die without having lived?
Nah, a straight, plain "NO", I say!
With whatever I have today,
My conscience, my talents, skills,
Howsoever scarce they may be,
I shall set them free to life,
For if I keep them caged, confined,
They would still strive to escape,
And in the process, Lord,
I might just earn a few regards,
But, I shall have wasted a life.

My Wall

Well, then,
all of a sudden,
one fine day,
it occurred to may (me)
to put whatever
I got in color
on a public wall
to see for all,
and that's how
I'm here, now,
and you see the wall?
Keep looking, bird!
Welcome to my world!

Time would fly..

I woke up
That evening
To find that
It had gotten dark.

The Sun had left
The sky orange.
A few birds had
Remained back.

As I watched out
Through the window,
I pondered
About life.

Another day
Had gone past.
That's how
Time would fly.

Soon I'd be old,
But enough wise,
For I've kept
Books by my side.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.

Attempting a song on this one..