Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Just a lie (Poem)

Do you remember when you said,
For everyone, someone's been made
Oh yes! Yes I do
Did I not tell you?
It was just a lie

When nothing was in sight,
You told it'll be alright
I don't know if it's been
Was this what you had seen?
Oh! For that, did you fall?
I wasn't serious at all

You showed me that I can
I'm divine, in form of man
Now that it's all just broken
Would you care to mend it?
Oh! I never really meant it

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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Worn Out (Poem)


  And maybe the world 
  Has worn me out 
  And deprived me of 
  All that I had 
  Left me defeated 
  With nothing to say
  

Amidst the chaos
Now I'm lost
And nobody cares
For that lame saint
 

Who said that maybe
Someday you'll rise...
 


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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Deathbed (Poem)


When I'll be lying on deathbed,
Fake or true tears might be shed.
To my grave you'll come and cry,
When even my memories will die.
Few final words in my praise you'll say,
And then helplessly look the other way.
When I die, who will cry,
All their tears will ultimately dry.
My thoughts might stir you occasionally,
But it'll affect your life's pace barely.
My achievements no more will be celebrated,
Neither will the defeats anymore be elaborated.

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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Empty Handed (Poem)


Everything is passing by,
Everything is passing through.
Making its way through my soul,
I can't now see even you.

One moment it was with me,
Another one it is looted.
I do feel so much cheated,
How can I be defeated?
 
Is there something really mine?
Something that can stay with me?
Not punished with stable pain,
Nor rewarded with stable glee.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Lies (Poem)

The feeling called jealousy
The feeling of despair
The way we act and react
The way we show care

The feeling called sorrow
The so called happiness
The loneliness, emptiness
The joy and the stress

All are just feelings which
Don't even exist physically
The false hope holds us on
'n Then suddenly breaks brutally

Life is still incomplete without 'em
On such lies, this much we've relied
While untouched truth remains silent
And keeps waiting to be tried

Is fake all the beauty
The promises are untrue
The lies are infinite
While truths not even few

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Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Dream Of Flying (Poem)


The poem  a read is a poem about a desire, a strong desire to be free. To get from of the invisible cages of the world, to get liberty of the ageless chains of the self, in which we're always trapped. To find that never ending glee, to see that simple smile on everyone's face. Yes, it's a dream hard to come true but that's something which makes it with dreaming. You're also invited to my divine place. So, at least for a moment, leave everything & come flying with me.
When the sun rises up high in the sky,
I wake up with a dream of flying there high.
Like a bird, who's set free to fly,
Without any bounds, no need to be shy.
With almost no worries or a single tear,
Where not even death is a reason to fear.
Doesn't matter what people think about you,
In a heaven of freedom, where tensions are few.
A world without any profit or loss,
A space where you are your own boss.
Where everyone's voice is heard,
And not everyone's supposed to be a nerd.
Where not everyone needs to be fake,
At least one chance is given to mend your mistake.
Somewhere out of these conservative jails,
Some place simple where only truth prevails.
Where you don't have to think a hundred times about your actions,
Where you future isn't decided by shapes, equations or fractions.
Living in a universe full of material possessions,
Waiting to overcome these meaningless obsessions.
Though, you still can't stop me from flying,
Even if you cut my wings and set me dying.
To break all bonds, often I try,
But then I remember,"even the birds are chained to the sky".
Bob Dylan once said "no one is free",
But how can the same phrase be everyone's destiny?
I hopefully am waiting for that bright day,
When even the birds will get free from the chains of the skyway.
I'm sure, in that dawn of freedom I'll awake,
And not only for me but for everyone's sake.
Until then, the sun will always continue to rise,
And this sweet dream will keep sparkling in my eyes...


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Saturday, April 21, 2012

A Lost Day (Poem)

A day which I have lost,
The past which is now impossible to change.
The time which I’ve no control over,
Few moments which are now out of my range.

Chances which were always screwed up,
Opportunities which were often messed up with.
I wish it’d ended up as a nightmare,
I wish it’d be just a myth.

I wish I could’ve got back in the time,
And done it all a better way.
If I could’ve reconstructed the moments,
Or simply undone them & walked away.

Wondering what life would have been like,
If it all had somehow worked out.
It’d be damn better than whatever I’ve seen,
I can say that without any doubt.

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Friday, April 6, 2012

Unspoken Words (Poem)


A litle introduction before actual poem!!We often have things, secrets or feelings in our hearts, which we want to share with someone but sometimes we don't find anyone. Sometimes we have people close to our heart too but we can't understand how to convey what we feel. And sometimes we leave things on the time only & leave those things, generally, with perception that, maybe I'll be able to say all this later. But sometimes we never ever get another chance & those things are buried along with us & left unsaid, forever. This poems is about those talks & conversations which unfortunately never happen..

Words which were left unspoken,
Dreams which were small yet broken.
Ideas which were plagiarized,
Ambitions which were minimized.
It’s not that I didn't want to say,
I just couldn’t understand how to convey.
Sometimes I was too low to be heard,
And sometimes I kept staring like a nerd.
Sometimes my lips were frightfully trembling,
And sometimes everyone thought I was just mumbling.
Stupidly waited for someone to hear me,
Whereas I muttered a few words merely.
Too much discouraged to try to speak,
Everybody ignored me, as if I was a freak.
Sometimes I was too cowardly to dare,
And when I blared, no one seemed to care.
Often I tried to be polite,
Even then I was told to keep quiet.

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Safar (Hindi Poem)


Jeevan ke is safar me
Main thoda thak gaya hoon
Mujhe soya rehne do
Adhoore reh gaye khwabon me
Meethi si kuchh yaadon me
Abhi khoya rehne do
Jaagne ki chaah nahi hai
Safar wahi par raah nayi hai
Saari jhoothi shaan gayi hai
Kachcha ab imaan nahi hai
Shakhs wahi hai mere andar
Lekin ab pehchaan nayi hai
Bheed me tha jo kho gaya
Jaane kya tha usko ho gaya
Jiske kuchh sapne the
Aur dil me apne the
Kisi se nahi koi gila hai
Raste me jo bhi ab mila hai
Jaane na wo kaun apna paraya
Sabhi ko to hai usne sataya
Har pal ye shaks saath hai mere
Kaise khud se ab mukh fere
Kabhi wo bhi waqt aayega
Jab khud ko ye shaks paayega
Khud se jab ye waqif hoga
Is safar ko anjaam tabhi haasil hoga
Tab tak mujhe sone do
Khwabon me khone do

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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Ye Pal - A Hindi Poem About Childhood

Ye pal jald hi beeta kal ban jaayenge,
Shayad ye bhi kuchh to yaad aayenge.
Wo der se roz school jaana,
Roz homework na karne ka ek naya bahana.
Shararat karke teacher se nazrein churana,
Aur pakde jaane par daant khaana.
Class me garv se jawab batana,
Aur sahi hone par inaam paana.
Phir humara foola na samana,
Ghanto tak aise hi itrana.
Pareeksha ke liye jaane se pehle ghabrana,
Aur cheating karte pakda jaana.
Chhupa chhupi khelte hue washroom me chhip jaana,
Aur khel poora hone tak baahar hi na aana.
Chhuti ka wo lamba intezaar,
Weekend to jaise laaye bahaar.
Sunday to tha jaise ek tyohaar,
Chahta tha man, aaye yeh din baar baar.
School na jaane ke the bahaane hazaar,
Par kheench hi leta tha doston ka pyaar.
Samay ka dariya pal bhar me hota tha paar,
Jab sang hote the sab yaar.
Wo yaaron ko satana,
Unka naaraaz hokar rooth jaana.
Phir unhe laad se manaana,
Hum sabka wo andaaz mastaana.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Dhool Si Yaadein (Hindi Poem)

Dhool si yaadein bikhar jaayengi 
Pal bhar me baatein badal jaayengi 
Kuchh na bachega paas tere 
Phir kya karega dil tu mere 
Mujhko itna bata de 
Mujhko itna bata de 

Dukh ki ye aandhi mit jaayegi 
Andheri raatein dhal jaayengi 
Gum ke baadal ye chhant jaayenge 
Masti ke lamhe wo phir aayenge 

Kuchh bhi ho, phir na tu rona 
Muskaan apni kabhi na ye khona 
Jeevan hai tera, koi daud nahi hai 
Man ki awaazein shor nahi hain


Kya khoya hai, kya paaya hai 
Isi me saara jeevan bitaya hai 
Aaj yun hi man me ek khyaal aaya hai 
Khwabon ke peechhe bhaag bhaag kar aakhir me kya paaya hai 
Mujhko itna bata de 
Mujhko itna bata de 

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Sunday, January 15, 2012

The World (Poem)

The World, it seems to be very lovely 
But all the people here aren't so bubbly
The world, with a lovely sky 
Where a bird is like a spy
The world, with things which might be wrong or right
To get something here, sometimes you've to do fight
The world, Here you've to follow some rules
But people who actually do so, are called fools
The world, with really different creatures
All of them with very unique features
The world, full of people who are stupid
Colours of life here are very vivid
The world, some people here are very rude
Surviving here isn't just about food
The world, where same thing differs from mind to mind
Only a few people are here actually hearty kind

The world, it seems to be too different
From it, everything came & to it, went
The world, with each & every different trend
Everything which started here, here only did end

The world, finally there's no conclusion 
Sometimes I think, maybe it's just an illusion...

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Friday, April 8, 2011

Zindagi Ki Daud (Hindi Poem) - With English Translation (The Race Of Life)

Here's a Hindi poem from Hindi movie "Lage Raho Munna Bhai". I've edited and extended this poem which is originally called "Shehar Ki Is Daud Me".. I've translated it in English too for fellows who don't understand Hindi. (Good thing is that however, it's still rhyming)


Zindagi ki is daud me, daudkar karna kya hai??
Yahi jeena hai yaaron, to phir marna kya hai??
Pehli baarish me train chhootne ki fikr hai,
Bhool gaye bheegte hue tehalna kya hai..
Serial ke saare kirdaaron ke haal to maaloon hain,
Par maa ka haal poochhne ki fursat kahan hai..
Ab ret par nange paanv tehalte kyon nahi??
T.V. par itne channel hain, phir bhi man behalte kyon nahi??
Internet par saari duniya to touch me hai,
Par pados me kaun rehta hai ye jaante tak nahi..
Mobile, landline, sabki bharmaar hai,
Par jigri dost tak pahunche, kahaan aise taar hain??

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