I stand, at a cross-road, again

I stand, at a cross-road, again. 

One way is of visible satisfaction to all and happiness as well. The other is of desire - burning, agitated, hurt and potentially dangerous to my very countenance, if left unfulfilled. 

In all this, I realize, the path that I choose today, will have to merge with the other...as I move ahead, But time, I must bide...for it is not my time today. 

Simply put,what I aim to share with you is this - 

Tomorrow, is but an illusion. All we have is Today. And Today ends in another Today, not Tomorrow. 

So, Today is when we do, what we want to do. 

But, I guess, you already knew this.



p.s. do not fret over my babbling....and worry of my mind...it is in the right state; just trying to unwind. :)

Zindagi...

Zindagi ki sham ki chinta

Hamare din ko khaa jati hai

Aur sham hote hi hume

Khoye hue muake ki malaal aati hai

Waqt dagabaaz, hamesha der karata hai

Choti choti baton mein hume uljhata hai

Khushiyan dastak de chali jati hai

Aur hume baad mein samajh aata hai...

         - by Vikas Sharan

A Strife of Mind and the Heart...

Wisdom makes life tolerable

But then a life

That is no more than endurable

Is merely a strife

Of mind and the heart

Is simply a survival

Albeit with the pain

Which lingers and goes nowhere

My thoughts...My Quotes...My Beliefs

Complications in life are nothing but conflicts between the mind and the heart.


Don't do Nothing, Do Something.

Honesty is weak and feeble, probably the reason why it is always pushed around and seldom respected. 

                             - by Vikas Sharan

A Story...

Chapter 1

He followed the lady as she left the bar….out on the streets, in the dark, deep in alleys further darkened by the greed of mankind and the urge to be animal. The alleys were the ones which were strictly forbidden when he was a kid….these were the alleys of shame. As he grew, he wasn't sure, losing the conviction over the knowledge which had been passed onto him from his parents. What replaced it were the stories he had heard from friends who swore it to be no less than paradise, if there ever was any.

Today seemed like his chance. He was good with talking, having inherited it from his father who was a salesman, and a very good one it seems coz all the ladies in the area where he lived, smiled differently at him. However, his foray into the learnings of life was pretty limited, till then.

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to be continued...

Freedom...

                                                                   

Desires & Freedom

Freedom....
Is nothing but illusion
For every choice that we make
There is a price to be paid

Compulsions, considerations
Of feelings, of hunger, of passion
A slave....freedom is
But then, what matters is
What we seek

Not Without You

For My Wife

If I could write poetry

I would write to you

If I could sing a song

I would sing it to you

I would make them beautiful

And they would all be true

I would write of love

And how it is you
And then...

I would sing of life

And how it is...
Not, without you

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My Morning's Delight

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

The effect is somber

I wake up tired, bloodshot eyes

A gush of air, across my face

Fails to drive you away

And I remember you

Conceited woman, wanton love

Futile desire, I mull over

Your treachery, albeit with no anger

Though gone, you are just at the turn

The play is stupidity, my princess

No more you can run

Luxury, worldly pleasure

You desire lavish affairs

But everything comes for a price

There is no remembrance

Of kisses we shared, the way we loved

Though I clearly remember the beginning

Of the end that was

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

Darkness within, morning’s delight

For no more you will ever be

Words......

Words; an ensemble of differently arranged alphabets……come together to mean what you want to say…..and even that you don’t want to say…….thoughts, desire, demands, requests, pleas, orders and feelings; words say all……words……my best friend……my worst enemy….have won me admirers aplenty….and I have hurt friends as well……words…………..well, if only I could be more careful with you……………

I don't even try...

Everywhere – around, behind, at the front, and by the sides, the ugly and cruel face of poverty stares at me, mocks me. And, I see the mockery of life, brashly laughing at me, on me. Innocent faces wearing the mask of adulthood; soul – deprived of love, of care and yet getting on with life in the manner they have learned – begging, cheating, enticing the flesh hunters and getting poisoned, intoxicated to forget the worries; the realities for a few moments. These few moments are their bliss and they live in these few make-believe dream moments – only to get back to the world they know. I wish I could change their world, make it better in some way. Their world pains me, keeps me awake, and makes me cry. I feel ashamed over my helplessness and for the fact – I don’t even try…

To Break Free...

There is no form……no confinement……only chaos……you mould…….you lend….you conform……yet in essence…..nature…and everything else is free of any mould….of any shape that can be a limitation……..everything has to let go…….there is always an opening…..always….and freedom to mould….to break free…..to re-conform…….

For What I Could Never Own

Surrounded by a melee

Of loved ones, kin and friends

Still I look beyond

Searching for the unknown

Even in crowd, I am all alone

A handful proffered

Yet my hands do not come together

To cup the things that I owned

My restless soul

I do not find peace

Even with myself

Nor with anyone else

Now I dread life

With each passing day

It draws near

To the final truth

There is no love

Yet, I do not fear

I am already dead

In spirit, all feelings have bled

I yearn for happiness

My darkened soul

Though will go to hell

For I deserve no pity

My heart aches for love

Love I spurned

Still I look beyond

For what I could never own