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

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

Thoughts....

People are enslaved to money

If we don’t change our ways….we will be tomorrow’s mythology

People only believe what they know….that is why they fear the unknown, they scoff at knowledge they can’t justify, and they call mad those who say things unheard of before

                                      

                                              - by Vikas Sharan

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

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

........

                                                            

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

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…….

Assertance...

Assertance is the virtue of strong......weak just whimper.....poor in life, the lowly gets filthier.....there is order among the rich and strong as well......strong...stronger...

..strongest.....demarcated as per territories....the strongs with stronger bonds, strengthen by power and the means to power.......and the order is prevailed...weak just whimper.....power marches ahead....the balance of unjust.......perfectly maintained.

My Quotes (Useless though....)

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

                                        useless words said by Vikas Sharan (Me!)

Restless Mind, Sleepless Nights...

Something that I penned down eons ago…

It’s been some time

That I slept well for a while

Restless mind, sleepless nights

Among friends, I am all alone

I wonder why, why do I not own

The ease with which people smile

All around, I envy care

And love, part of everyone’s life

Albeit, I have got none

Sufferings, indifference

Or is it me running away

Dreams...

Very seldom things happen the way you want them to…….you can plan but can never safely say that things actually happened exactly the way you desired…….of course dreams come true, many reach their goals...but the journey is what makes the difference…..

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

Eyes Wide Open...

My eyes are wide open

But my vision is skewed

There is nothing that I see

All truths have been screwed

The Sun Moved Fast...

The sun moved fast…….as if to usher in the night before it’s too late. As the veil of darkness spreads across the breadth above me, I knew that soon life will take a different form……one that thrives in the dark……and with it many of the beings will change into a different self……methods change……though motives do not………the subtle gets aggressive, ends are met……unifying spirits....sheer madness…..and in that moment we all become true….defenses are lowered….some sulk….some survive…..others are victorious……satiating the needs….quenching thirst of the strongest emotions…..satisfying the desires…..our very existence justified………

The Journey Is On...

Promises unfulfilled, though desires undiminished
A life of greatness, waiting to be unleashed
A tad late, the journey is on
Has begun with steps stuttering
But determined, unstoppable
No more scared of failure
Weathered, matured, moving ahead
Having fallen on a number of occasions
And yet getting up to move on
The journey is going to be long
Spirited, embracing all challenges
Truly the journey is on
For desires will reach their destinations