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

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

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……………