Renegade

Renegade

So alone and aloof,
my Head with filled with old memories,
And dream of those days when
I use to laugh so much,
Now here words stuck to my lips
And lips forget to move it feels like cheeks hurting
When try to simile.
Weird thoughts creeping into my head
And sounds of past
Thundering head
I am alone to face all this
Trying to move away thinking of
New dawn but truculent thoughts
Scares me and recalls past swiftly in front of my eyes
I lost believe on word trust
Meaning friends changed into people
Though crowd sits next to me still I am alone in my heart
Now they not even seems to connect
All phony concern and poison simile
All just for you
And one fine day bye
And lost forever in crowd
Its called friendship today.

Experience of emotion

Experience of emotion


Emotions of anger and jealously has opened up
Energies of love, compassion,
and gratitude no longer lined up
Demonstrations and demands will not change
the past because movements
gone by were not meant to last
voices of human beings no longer suppressed
silence too unexpressed
now its time to wait n follow
the process of cooling anger
looking into the depth of situation and listening
'with great will to understand
the bane of suffering
and cause of violent actions
because it's the experience that
Allows us to grow in love, silence, and joy

                                                                                                             By Niyati

Need of…

Need of…

Need of love and acceptance is not a matter of age

Because somewhere deep inside we all want to be looked after, loved and nurtured

Need of love n acceptance is not a matter of age

Because how self reliant we might be for the outside world. There is an inner child inside all of us

                                                                                                                                       by: Niyati

TODAY

TODAY


If you can do it today,
Why leave off until tomorrow
why fear to tell those whom we love, the depth of our feeling
why leave off showing your appreciation to a colleague or acquaintance
why shiver telling those whom we have harmed, that we regret
why delay telling a friend, how much we value them
why put off that heartfelt apology, till it may be too late
why leave off till tomorrow,
if you can do it today

                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                                                 By Niyati

Hope

Hope


Hopes these hopes
They make one fly
High in utopia
Hope is an illusion
Gives ray of survival
To dying being.
Hopes are conclusion in despair,
Hope is strength to move ahead
They fill joy and thousands similes
But
The day hope vanishes
Ray of light switch off too
Sarcasm surrounds head
Things seems to go out of
Hand and it feel so weak
And thoughts of dark on peak
Makes one so meek to think
Only tears of pain pricks.

Unpredictable

Unpredictable

Life is beyond words n world
Seems a unstoppable journey
But stops unpredictably some times
Some surplus thoughts
And destitute emotions welded into
Mind now all lost forever, those small fights
And saying that’s my right
Those bike rides
And those crazy fights,
now nowhere in sight
Now only words in ears
Soul has gone far away from
Everyone around
And memories left behind
Tears in eyes
Warmth of love gives warmth to tears

                                                                                                                          In memory of Anand

Oh she

Oh She

Gazing all around with those sparkling eyes
And smile like a child,
That innocent look of yours
And those long fragrant hair
Hypnotize me
Thy tender lips, reminds me of
Rose buds
Oh thou, wish can hold u in my arms
Forever
Nostalgia of you is heavy on emotions,
And dream of you intensify the
Emotion
Oh you I am so alone without you
Simile is fading
Happiness not even around
Trying to hide your memories
In most deserted corner of my heart
Oh you
With you I am so alone.

LOOSER

LOOSER
 
I find my self in questions,
Wandering in answers,
Thinking so vague
Still stuck.
Answer seems to be around but
I cannot see them.
Loosing things,
Loosing people around,
Loosing my faith on loves eternity,
Loosing my self…

WHEN "dream" BREAK

WHEN "dream" BREAK


Mind without though
Is like tree dying in need of water
Things in life come n go
One move to n fro
So many things on head
Their turnings thrash bed
Of sordid memories
Morass and sorrows of dead
Relationship hunting in dreams
With out outlines of fake happiness around
Want to cry so hard but, but tear's stuck some where inside
Suffocation is hard to resist
Loneliness feels so good its warmth is holding me
Emotions are so heavy, thoughts kicked out
Simile is now like dream to achieve,
Head is jam
With unspoken words
Leaving a sense of insecure future
Though many people around,
Still I am alone
Life is on roll,
So much to say but tantrums making so weak
Can’t even speak out
Now burning with emotions,
Do not know where to go,
Do not want to trust on myself
Loosing very bit of me, don't want to even think
But can't do anything so helpless
Anybody out there
Listen to my SOS.

ADONAI Niyati Sharma ( guest blogger

ADONAI


Service is the highest spiritual discipline,
it is a lot more gratifying to serve others
service about self a sincere act of
love and kindness that enhances
the value of our minds
there are millions out there,
who seek our compassion.
And yet we ridden with our materialistic desires and pleasures,
fail to see that we have a lot more than actually thought.
Practicing rites and rituals undoubtedly
show one's devotion towards faith but
service is something that transcends
all barriers of race and culture
a god fearing person and
an atheist for example has the equal right and duty to
Give back to society a fraction of what they have received from it.

                                                                                                                                                         By Niyati Sharma

143 INJECTION "Niyati Sharma"( GUEST BLOGGER)

143 InJeCtIoN

I seldom take the time to tell you
all d things I feel
I want to tell you that my love
for you is very real
You have always been so sensitive
Responding to my needs
I feel that you are special
Let m thank you from my heart
for all your treasured wisdom
and d warmth that you impart
I always will respect you for
the ways in which you care
it's reassuring knowing that
your love is always there.

by :Niyati Sharma

"WE no DIFFRENT" (GUEST BLOGGER)

"WE no DIFFRENT"

We are no different
You and me
Though we may seem poles apart
But deep down in our hearts
We reflect each other
Every move, every thought
What we have done
And we have not

We are no different
But we are strangers

Our glories we thrive
And yet, we do not know
If the other is alive
Then why do we always blame each other?
Our hearts may beg to differ

But the blood that flows in our veins
Ironically is the same
We are no different of that I am sure
Now I know.

That we look away
Because we know that life is a game to play
Why
Your survival is link with that of another
And yet, strangely, we hate each other
I feel this way, you feel safest knowing

that this selfish pleasure keeps me going.

                                                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                                   By- Niyati Sharma

SORROWS

SORROWS


Try to look far away
Into the future ,Its so blur
My vision so vague,
Why so much confusion and uncertain
Dilemma ???
over uncertain things, now fusion of
over rated thoughts are piling up.
Memories going under
thick cover of sand of sorrows
and mist of struggle is so prominent,
Life is on verge of change,
Life seems too stuck in fringes of monotonous frames.