Time-Out!

  

There comes a time every now and then when you just have to pull yourself out of the rat race.....pay attention - it is your soul crying out loud...crying time out.
                                                                       - Vikas Sharan

Bas ek tasvir ki chahat liye...

Dil mein dastak de rahi hai woh

Na jaane kyon

Apna sa lag rahi woh

Kya bayaan karun

Hale dil hai jo

Bas ek tasvir ki chahat liye

Deedar ko taras raha hai woh

Chand lamhe bhi sadiyaan lage

Tere aane ki aarzoo mein

Aur ek tu hai

Ki tujhe meri

Is tadap ki khabar tak nahi

       - 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...

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……………

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…….

the posibilities...

I dwell on the possibilities

Of adventure that you bring to me

Allowing me the belief

Of being a superior man

The lover who could thrill

Make you weak in your knees

A man with strength to ward off

Any unseen worldly plot

You make me believe

In my immense power

That is but not known to me

I crave the excitement

That surrounds you

And I simply love you

For the reasons you make

Me love myself

My Quotes (Useless though....)

Romance is hopeless, and so are all beautiful things in life

                                        useless words said by Vikas Sharan (Me!)

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