Doubt Not

The dark horses
Of doubts,
If controlled not,
Shall take thy kingdom over.

And the seeds
Of distrust,
If left on their own,
Shall generate rotten trees.

Suspicion over
Matters of trivia
Leads to nowhere
But to the waste land,

Where thy survival
Probabilities are bleak.

Thou shall not be able
To peep out
Of the dim
Blocks of drab.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.

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.

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.