Tag Archives: Death

Poems

Nearing the END

June 27, 2015 4 year old adult 12 Comments

A love song that never existed

A story that never really begun

A climax that never happened

The thing which I assumed lost

Was actually a sugarcoated lie

Few moments of my life are left

Steal those like a ultimate thief

Shadows remain with memories

I lay in this red-rusty coffin idly

My soul feels like coming back

Fighting time for one last time

Then it looks at the dark clouds

That brightness was never mine

The story which looks unfinished

Was just a story in the minds.

Random Thoughts

A Tribute

April 14, 2015 4 year old adult 9 Comments

Among all those theories about the way to live life, ‘practical outlook’ forms the core. I am someone who have explored the extremes of practical mindset. When I was being practical outside the ICU, where my father was undergoing a major brain operation, people thought that I am a drug addict. The lack of emotion in a 17 year old was beyond any explanation. I treat life as a baseball bowler, and I present dead bat to all its balls. Somewhere down the line, I forgot that I do have some flavor of emotion left in my mind. I have failed to present a dead bat to one such moment. My love for writing was nurtured by a great personality who used to teach me Hindi during my high school days. He made me believe that writing is the best mode of expression. He stirred up my mind, and made me capable of penning down my thoughts. I met him just after my high school results in 2006, and that proved to be my last memory of him. The one who taught the details of my passion, died because of something I am trying to cure. It may be a normal for others to feel the pain of loss, but it is a rare feeling for a stone-heart like me. Such was his importance, that his loss has dissected the wall of practicality in my mind. I wish to meet him again, in any form of life. I always prefer English for my writings because it extends my capabilities to express. But, hindi is taking the lead at this very moment. Wherever you are, I ask you to critically evaluate the following lines:

“ये मन तो था ही तितली
उड़ना सिखाया आप ही ने
और जब सिख ली उड़ान
आप बादलो मे गुम हो गये”

For my English reader:

“This heart was a butterfly

You taught me how to fly

When I mastered the flight

You disappeared in the clouds”

Your words still echo in my ears, Rest in peace.

@4yearoldadult