for yourself

A sound,a feeling,
this is the worth of a being.
Facing life,which keeps coming,
keeping time,which keeps flying.
Hours and seconds go by,
between day and night,
life scrolls along.
logical and some arbitrary ,
pleasure and misery,
growth and depravity.
Some just feel without,
some just feel within.
But what remains is haunting.
From dawn to dusk,
at the noon sun’s rust,
heat and thoughts burn the skin-
you are left to wonder,
and the answers come and you shudder,
explicate pain,rawness,surrender,
you shove everything,finally joy.
A few moments of beauty,
then the clock strikes again,
and you know your effort wasn’t in vain,
and that your pain,
will lead to an ultimate gain,
for you,for I.
When assured you are of only death,
that life is just about making the right bet,
and your human side is for hate,
of all you wish is to break fate.
Vintage feelings resurface,
and in some mystery you laugh away,
and then life catch’s you,
and you are left to defend,
but to defend is cowardice,
and for the sake of magnanimity,
you let go and loose,
and again force yourself to choose.
But someday you will fight,
not for defending,but for your right.
 

The moon shone one day,
and the sun set at the set hour,
and at that moment you know,
you know that you can tare apart
and so to be free,within you see,
and a few walls you break and a few
fences you erect,so that the thorns
tare those who dare to hurt you,
and you know that you are safe.
Yet safety you begin to hate
and with some baseless cause
vanity overcome and naive,
you break everything and lie,
almost lost,almost devoid,
of life and its hell.
But something helps you wake up,
something will shake you up,
something will distrupt
and tie your wings to the ground,
the test of depression and being bound,
almost shall kill you,
but for every knot that the world threw
around you,the pain kills the flesh,
but keeps you,with a desire to live.
And so you will heal the flesh
and fight to rise up fresh.
Lest the world wins.
It is about you,
nothing else but you.
The world is through,
unless you do it for yourself.

The light shines the brightest

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The light shines the brightest

An urge to fill it,
a wish to make everything fit.
Yet,the ignorace fights against being lit.
the hands of clocks keep moving,
and within the closed walls,there is a feeling.
Something which holds it all,too tight,
when you become indifferent,it is not right.
A battle,which goes on all night,
and the day break,just seems for haunting’s sake.

You wish that it will all end,
you wish it would all stop,as it began.
Let you know it is your path
and the pain be felt ,in your heart,
till the time comes,that you depart.

Quintessential,you know it is,
you know that within it,there is a bliss.
All the world has light,
but darkness is a test of your might.
And whatever maybe the battle,
you know,it is from some unknown fiddle.

God,things claim around you,
may he be kind to you,
they say.But something is not on cue,
though i know i will not lose it too.

I refuse to break the dam,
for in that water something swam.
Let them claim it is an illusion,
but for me seeking it is, salvation.
For its sake,I have a life,
and for my sake,i shall strive.
And again and and again ,i will dive,
for within it i can see ,I lie.

Let the world bring,its force,
but my walls,i will reinforce,
nothing can enter,unless by the door,
and everything,even if it is to soar,
can wait,to hurt,when i come to the fore.
Throw it and try to hurt me more,
but i am what i am,
and i wish to be known as the one who swam.

I know my path,is for the right,
and for its sake i will fight,
in the name of my light,
for the sake of me,my light.
I am the one in my eyes,who is bright,
for ,for me,there is the light.
Albeit,the shadows,albeit the night,
keep burning and shine on,you light.
It is all the light,
In the name of the light,
let the light shine the brightest,
the light shines the brightest.

A world full of life

A world full of life
and a world full of life,
oh! it is a world full of life!
Yet what is alive
and what is dead,
in this unmovable quest?
Is breath alone a sign of life?
Are movements the only blood of life?
is a sight a right of life?
Then everything has it i say,
everything from air,
to water,from sand
to the fire,
everything moves,everything is moved,
by who,by who,
but the ultimate force.
We say we move by our will,
the wind does too-by its will.
The world is a curled ball,
which spins around eternity’s eye,
one so centered yet moving.
The world is alive,
the world is alive
and yet it is dead.
for what is a point,
in a line but a termination-
everything of life’s salvation.
Yet is it salvation?
when you are closed in a box
and let to the drollery death-
one predetermined ,yet so
one of the moment-
that you live in a paradox box,
wondering if everything is of clocks?
In a bid to survive,
to the cynical universe,
you wonder your worth
and think of those days,
when you were yet a child,
immaculate and unborn,
a virgin upon life’s thorn.
The yearning to be a mess,
the yearning to be free
and roam the universe,
kills you.As the need for air,
is filled with ether,
which you see float
and rob you of the very thing
you want to seek.
Yet you are alive
and now not afraid,
with destiny upon destiny,
filled and density
added to the profoundness
and the worldly kindled
and the universal accepted ,
you break the box and that of life,
with a force that death cries
with fear of itself.
You become an eternal walker
upon the paths of forks,
you take the right and
yet move left,
and all the while you stand unmoved.
Achievement is a glory,
sojourn is a container,
life is eternal
and being universal,
you are immortal.
And the world ceases to exist
as you are the world,
you walk the vistas of your own anatomy
and you understand your own psyche
and the mind is but a tool
used to fight your own ,
for the amusement of life-
the breath,the laughter
and the smile.Eternal being
you are life and with the world
a peace breaths,there is no strife
and life! OH! life ,is a smile,
for laughter is ecstasy
and depression is pleasure.
Finally you shine,
no breath is needed,
for the light is the ultimate
and you are that,
peace be all,and aye,
nay darkness nay light,
so you willfully strangle your life,
so that light can squeeze out,
so that everything exists
and you are left to wonder
your own origin,
who are you?
what are you?
oh! universe
a bright sage whose wit is lost?
a stone who is sand?
a love which is hate?
a faith which is tarnished?
I wish i knew,
and so life moves,
and so the pressure of living
and the pleasure and ecstasy
and bid for freedom-
pain a need
and illusion a food,
my own thoughts conjure
the hell and heaven
and the non-existence.
what is the truth?
what is the lie?
everything has a face,
and that face has two.
A nine life being,
a seven seas roamer,
a five day fighter,
the sun and the moon
the satan and the God
all will perish when i die,
yet one will remain
and that is life,
the essence of the pinnacle illusion
the death which feeds the body’s origin
is the essence of the universe,
to seek the next,
for the universe is alive.

The light shines the brightest

light write!

Choose either(or both) of the photos below and write whatever you feel like.

breaking the walls(short story)

Walls.we build a lot of them around us.We live in between walls,when in fact we pay to get them around is.Why,why do we need to walls inside walls?
there is always a strong desire to become free and he too wanted to be free.’V’ was a 13 year old boy,who will strike you as a ‘normal’ kid.But if you ever happen to strike up a conversation with him,you will be left in awe and tears.His life had been a mixed one-happiness was not always present,he was always alone and he was always picked upon by his class mates and he didn’t have any friends.

He didn’t trust anyone.No one could be trusted ,they all were the same.He felt like an alien,like a disguised cat among dogs,always fearing that his cover would be blown and he would be torn.Every now and then,he came across people who were a little like him.He used to feel very happy,his face would lighten up and he would serenade his audience with true tales and his two faced life.he would then learn about the other alien too.Those moments of joy were unimaginable.But then they didn’t last forever,at least the happiness didn’t.The other person would either move on would just become the ‘others’.

Even though you would have found him alone most of the time,he did liked to talk.In fact,if he got going,there was no stopping him.Yet the way he was treated and the injustice he had to face,bogged him down;The added bricks which were not of his own make,caused his back to bend.At first he would cry himself to sleep every night,hoping that someone,somewhere would hear him.He used to talk to himself,he used to talk in his sleep too,he created his own ‘ideal’ people,whom he moved and hurt and loved the way he wanted to.he slowly got engrossed into this fantasy,in which he was ruler of destiny,the lord of the universe.

It is not that he didn’t believe in god,but he did lose faith in god.He asked god to show him a miracle and since he didn’t see any,he concluded that there was god.So having no purpose and having no one but himself,he learnt to enjoy his loneliness.Very few people dared to enter his world,even if they ventured,he didn’t like the human presence and killed them and with a dirge buried them.

And so like this he turned 14.People ignored him.When he talked no one ever heard him.He hated his school life.He didn’t know what he wanted.He used to sit alone and stare at everything around him.It didn’t matter where he was,no one would disturb him,even if he sat in the middle of a ‘group’ no one would notice him.It was almost like,he didn’t exist.And he never got the idea of a group.He had never been in one to know the sense of belonging,to him the people were the walls,they closed on him when ever they pleased,they moved an ocean apart,when ever they felt like.But when ever they did move apart,more walls came up.It was as if,he was being taunted.Like a scared child,he hugged on to his world,like the last of a specie he tried to save himself,even though he knew the end was inevitable.

And the end came.The pressure grew,until one day he decided he didn’t want this world.He didn’t have anything,to him the world was evil.Why what was ‘virtue’,was this it? Was this humanity?he hated it all.He locked himself in a room.He thought of his decision to kill himself.He thought about everyone in his life,he thanked them for everything they had been.He forgave everyone.And as he decided to end it all,the miracle he had been looking for came.A light,the long tunnel had a light at its end.It was unlike any light he had ever seen all his life.It told him,not to do it.He didn’t understand.He paused.He questioned the light.The light told him he was the progeny, that he came from a great family and that he had a purpose.Everything till then was a challenge,a test.It was he who had chosen this way to enlighten himself.He still didn’t understand,but he was curious,he decided he will give it a try,after all,he didn’t have anything to lose-except his life.And well if something would throw light on to his life,why not bask in it?

And the light thought him,it led him.enlightenment was indeed this.
All are god.All are me.I am all.he realized that there are so many things.he was not the only alien ,there were lots of them,but being aliens they were rare.He learnt so many things,which he had never known.When you go to a new place,you watch the people and observe what they do,he did that.he understood the basic nature of humans.He understood his own emotions.and even though he was sitting under the light,there was a shadow.His was his loneliness.Your shadow is your greatest tutor and so loneliness thought him things,yet your shadow lets you down,your enemy knows that you are there.He knew he couldn’t control the shadow,but at least,he can concentrate on the light,it will give him a solution.

A betrayal.

Then suddenly darkness came.The shadow took over again.The reign of darkness spread and all that was good seemed red.He felt the old pain,grow inside him,he left his life going back to square one.His experience thought him that this was test,but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take it.But then at 15 he was wise,wiser than the other kids.He aimlessly roamed the darkness.he had a match to strike and light up the light,but he didn’t couldn’t find any place to light the match.The darkness grew,like only darkness can.

the darkest hour is before dawn,and words became his dawn.One fine day he picked up his pen,from then on,life became life.He understood the light was him.He appreciated it.he loved it.yet there are moments in his life,when darkness sets in again.It eats him,like how it spreads when the sunsets.But since he was the light,he quickened the darkness,so that he quickened the dawn.

In between all this,he had learnt to break the walls.he broke and created them at his will.He was not scared of the world,but then having known loneliness as it is,he knew that those moments are something which will make you rich.His pen was his sword and he was not afraid,you sometimes fled from a battle so that you don’t taint your sword.The walls he knew,were like all on earth-a boon and a bane-both were of the same,but it is what name you lend to them-god or devil.

What will his life be?What will he be in the future?

No one is a mater of destiny,except us.But have a shadow within us,which we might watch so that we don’t become our own walls.We our the only once who can summon and we are the ones who can be summoned.We have the right to choose and we are the choice.Everyone and everything has a voice and its purpose is not just to make some noise,but to tell you about what you are and your choice.No one is to be blamed.Everything is right ,as everything is the same.What is a crime?What is a sin?Every wall has a weak spot within and once we strike it,there is nothing of it except its remains in our memory.

When you build your walls,remember where is the spot,so that you can guard it when you have to and also break it when you need to.No wall is too great.A wall is a tool like everything else.You are the creator,preserver and destroyer of the tool.Use your tool,the way it is supposed to be.There is a light within and none can destroy it. Darkness is a phase,when light decides to show you its other face.Your eyes might pain,if you keep looking into light,so cool your eyes with darkness as it is as sweet as fire is when compared to water.

Be yourself.Don’t be afraid to break.For if you don’t lie,truth has no meaning.

THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST

THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST,
ALL THAT SHINES IS LIGHT,
THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST.
THE WORLD HAS DARKNESS,
BUT THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST,
THE WORLD HAS SHADOWS,
BUT THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST.
THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST,
EVERYTHING IS OF LIGHT
AND LIGHT ALONE,
WHAT YOU CAN SEE IS THE LIGHT,
WHAT YOU CANNOT ALSO IS LIGHT.
THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST,
NOTHING SHINES BRIGHTER THAN LIGHT,
YOU ARE THE LIGHT,
I AM THE LIGHT,
THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST.
THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST,
THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST.

note:-the first image is of the sun,cropped from a photo i took.

the second and third image was fully created using photoshop.

the storm within-a feeling

A feeling.
It tightens you from within.
It takes everything you believe in,
away from you.you loose sight
of yourself,you become as small
as a lost elf.Your body was
lost in a theft.

A feeling.
You feel that life has no use.
You hear a hundred things,yet refuse
to listen to that something within.
it eats you slowly from within,
you loose hope,you wish to end it all
yet you cannot.

A feeling.
You search for your lost light.
You can’t see it,even at night.
You take flight,
you try to fight,
with all your might.
You try to survive.

A feeling.
It has a grip on you.
It makes you repent all that is you.
It makes you wish hate,
it makes you think about a bad fate,
it tries to make a hell’s gate
all around you.

A feeling.
you want to come out of it.
You search for the way out.
You go round and round,
something needs to be found.
You lose yourself in a prayer,
the light shines the brightest

love and superstition

It was a superstition,
it is a superstition,
it will be a superstition,
that we humans will
be destroyed by something.
Yet that something is none,
but us,the conceit “unnatural”
race,the narcissistic imprudent
beings who have ruled
earth.It will be our own
hand,will lead to our destruction.
Our love is too great for ourselves,
that is why,we will destroy what we love.
Until we can understand our own needs,
until we realize a few crucial things,
what we love might never live on.

I love whole of humanity,
yet there are a few special.
To them i am scared to talk,
as i fear i will destroy.
Yet what can i do,but love?
for my love is just too great.
Tears cannot solve everything,
nor the gut alone.Life’s love
is something needs a few moments
to be captured,i just wish those
whom i love stick on.If someone is
left for me in the end,then my life’s
mission is done,for finding true love,
is finding a true guide.Whom you need
to trust,life your own life.

If i need some love ,i have but no one.
I need to give love,then there are many.
love needs to be spread,
through the winds,
across the waters,
and like fire,
through all of earth and ether.
On the shore of life,
I wish to unify my light,
with one single person.
Who it is i do not know,
till then life will blow,
from the sword of my destiny,
created by own will.

Experience is a tutor.

the light shines the brightest

LIVE FOR EVER!

think-thought.
life-death
earth-ether.
never-ever.
dark-light.

live for ever,like a eye,
live for ever,you will never die.
for that you needn’t lie,
just go around and lay,
your gifts’ gifts all around,
and all the good,
will come back to you.
and you shall be known,
at least your name shall be
sworn,into the books
of time,for times to come-unknown.

believe in your self,
believe in your life,
thats is all that is required,
for nothing which is desired,
shall not be got,
everything in life is bought
and has a price,
what it is,is what you decide.
Make your own rules,
but abide by,
try everything you can,
but never say no one can.

the past was engraved for today,
the future shall be engraved for future,
live life,even if you are bound,
for whatever it maybe,
redemption is caused by our own
known knowledge.
have faith,keep your good fight,
you will shine like the light.

the light shines the brightest.