Posts Tagged ‘Dream’

Truth is Stranger…

Posted: April 13, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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This failure will vanish, so will I.

Time has marked it presence, but never did I

Everyone laughed and I wondered why?

Everything seems broken; so does thy

I am scared, what if; I never know why?

Will it be my destiny, till I die?

GOD seems dead, I wanna know why?

I see this world, but where am I?

Fib seems whiter, truth is like a lie.

Will that Angel with broken wings, ever fly?

I HOPE he does, so will I.

Harsh Sen

State Bank of Bikaner & Jaipur

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Mann ye Bawra…

Posted: March 29, 2014 by Ankur in Hindi Write-ups, Writes...
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बावरा हुआ रे मन ये बावरा हुआ . . 
अपनी ही धुन में मन मेरा ये बावरा हुआ . . 

मेरे दर की हर दहलीज़ को ये लाँघता चला . . 
कुछ टेढ़े-मेढ़े रस्तों पर . . 
. . . कभी इस डगर कभी उस डगर . . 
. . . . . . या कोई सपनों का शहर , तलाशने चला . . 
बावरा हुआ रे मन ये बावरा हुआ . . 

बाधाओं की लकीर को मिटाता चला . . 
न जाने किस दिशा की ओर . . 
. . . हर बात की फ़िकर को छोड़ . . 
. . . . . . रहा न मेरा इसपे ज़ोर , ये चलता चला . . 
बावरा हुआ रे मन ये बावरा हुआ . . 
अपनी ही धुन में मन मेरा ये बावरा हुआ . . !!

Sugandh Jha

sugandh_passionate@yahoo.com

A walk without You

Posted: March 27, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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I have been walking continuously
Since the moment you walked away from me
I walk alone all the time though
It feels like you are accompanying me
Without you, yet with your memories
You make me not to feel lonely

I keep walking irrespective of day and night
On the day time your shadow walks along
Sometimes leading me, some other time it just follows
At night your smile showers on me
Like the moonlight in the dark sky
Enlightening me all through the journey

I take a pause often and sit for rest
Even there you sit beside me
I try to recall the destinations
That I have crossed so far
But I can remember nothing
Except you standing in all those stations

Tell me, What is this walk for??
To search for myself
Yes, I have lost myself in your love
You have stolen all those I had owned
My life, my dreams, my soul and everything
In search of those I have been walking

Lahari MH

BVBCET, Hubli, Karnataka

THE OASIS

Posted: December 22, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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For so long have I been treading 
This lonely path, wandering
Through this barren desert, yearning
For a taste of something soothing.

For eons have these stars watched
As the moon bore silent witness, 
To the raging inferno
Blazing in the core of my heart.

Now has the clock struck its hour
And the aimless winds have turned 
Toward their destiny, 
For I have finally found the oasis.

Delhi University

when LIFE doesn’t turns the way we want

Posted: December 9, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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When life doesn’t turn d way we
want…
everythng becomes messy….
lyk a beatless song…..
a sunny morning…
and the beautiful rain……
all seems bad…..
all seems vain…..
..
somwhere a little gal..
cry 4 her broken doll….
smwhere a broken heart….
wait 4 just a miss call….
some keeps secrets…
while some tells it all….
when every thng goes wrong…
it hurts our heart n soul…..
wen lyf turns….
upside down….
it only leaves us sad n frown….
everythng when turns d wrong
way…
it’s sadness all around…
smile at a bay……
we should live in d present …not
past…
live all d moments…
till they last……
coz wen it passes…never comes
back….
juss d memories….
create a flashback……
coz wen lyf doesn’t turn d way we
want…..
it seems just lyk a bad nightmare…
which can’t b changed…
which can’t b blamed…
..
lyf tries 2 fall us apart….
some does fall…
some stands smart……
smtyms lyf is bad and worse….
and it seems lyk an unwanted
curse…..
..
bt lyf is such a beautiful gift…
LIVE IT..
LOVE IT..
EXPERIENCE IT……..
remember 1 thng as lyf goes on…..
just..
hold on..
hold on..
hold on……..:)

 

Vritee Chandok

PGDAV, Delhi University

Our World

Posted: November 7, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Nabila is a girl with minds ,
Bilal plays everything so kind.
Fatima is very smart ,
Soofia knows the cute art.
Asiya is a gossip monger,
Saniya makes laugh longer.
Aali is a sweet heart ,
Amir loves his sisters by heart .
This is their small beautiful world……
Where they cry , smile , fight and live happily together….

(Written by Sana Fatima and Me when we were kids…It’s kiddish but still……)

Nabila Khan

Peoples Dental Academy

I am a Wo‘man’

Posted: October 19, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Many renowned philosophers have written impeccable thesis on how a woman is indeed a powerful creation of god. Thousands of poets and authors have done there bit in the past and are still working on proving that women are no less than men. Here I am trying to unfold a woman’s life through my eyes.

Woman the word itself says wo“man”. Only a woman holds the dual power to take the charge of being a woman as well as a man. Have you ever wondered why a girl is called “beta” (boy in Hindi) at times while the boy is always the “beta” and never the “beti” (Girl in Hindi)? That is because only a beti can be a beta for her family as and when required. 

From the moment the doctor cuts the umbilical cord and announces “It’s a baby girl” take it as a blessing of god because only a girl can be a boy when it comes to protecting her family, only a girl can be herself when it comes to making her parents proud, only a girl willingly supports her family even when she gets married. Hence, only she has the power to act as “he” as well. 

From high school she learns how her first relationship (which she thought was love) was just a trailer of the rough life ahead. She laughs out loud hiding her tears behind, learning to move on. Only she knows how it feels while taking the 7th phera, leaving all the memories behind and accepting her partner’s last name for the rest of her life. 

She has it all, from being a baby girl to a daughter, from being a wife to a mother, she has the power to keep the universe alive. She is the source of life and one can never underestimate her importance. This one is to all the beautiful women for being so patient and devoting all your life and to all the men who must value her for being an unconditional support throughout their life. 

Tanvi Mahajan

Kirori Mal College

Drops

Posted: September 26, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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A Nightmare makes you realize about the trifles of life

He opened his eyes to the salty water that was touching him every now and then. Lying on the shore he turned around and faced the sun, his worst fears were coming alive. He could not bear the sun, it was too strong. In despair he tried to get out from the sky and the water, falling, crawling, barely walking he made it out of the water, but he could not see any shade nearby. He was fighting a losing battle. He had lost his faith, in nature, in God and in Life. Nowhere to run, he just sat there embracing the sun, much to his pain, waiting for the clouds to cover. A drop fell into the sand making it wet, he looked at it at curiously as another drop fell into the sand, it was his sweat falling drop by drop into the sand, the sun was taking up his life, and the drops in the sand that was the closest thing that could be to a rain. 

The effects of the alcohol were wearing off, he was starting to gain his consciousness, realizing the painful dream he had, the sat up in his bed, filled with drugs and bottles. His room had a weird smell the weirdness of mixing cigarettes and drugs together, his legs were stumbling and his head was aching as he made it near the window. He removed the curtains; the sun rays penetrated his eyes like glass shards. He was enjoying that pain, punishing himself. It had become a part of his routine by now, one month it’s been. One month after realizing that there was nothing to live for, that the life had no meaning. He sat looking at the sun and closed his eyes. 

He started asking the same question he asked himself for the last one month. “Why she had to leave?” He played the times he spend with her, both the good ones and bad ones in his head, it was perfect till the day she left then why it had to end. He asked that to himself a million times. He stood up and put on a shaggy shirt and walked out through the door. He walked through the street, with eyes staring at him. He didn’t even know that people existed around him; he was alone in the crowd. People running around money, fame, career and in-between all of them, he was someone who was saddened about the love that left him but he had lost track of the reality, hallucinated by the drug and the alcohol but he know where he was going, the place where he’d spend hours every day, her grave. The went and sat there, under the scorching sun, it was not a problem for him, he started talking to her, time flew and a drop fell into the grave he looked at it curiously an d smiled as another drop fell from his eye. A bird came and sat near him and started singing.

His eyes opened to the numerous tweeting sounds, he jumped out of bed and searched for his phone, he found it near his bed. 

“You have 9 text messages” it showed.

He didn’t have to read any of those he knew who it was. He started dialing a number and waited anxiously, someone picked up the phone much to his pleasure. He was stammering but his words were clear.

“I LOVE YOU, stupid I just had the weirdest nightmare”

He continued his conversation as he moved towards the window. He was smiling and obviously happy. A drop fell on the window pane, he looked at it curiously as another one fell, he looked up the sky, and it was raining.

Renjith Ravindran

Adi Shankara Institute of Engineering and Technology, Kalady

i.renjith.ravindran@gmail.com

Silent Dream

Posted: September 25, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Standing in front of a mirror,
With a question in my eyes,
What am i doing with my life?
Living or killing it with all the lies.

Broken, shattered and unfulfild,
Eyes reflectd a distant dream,
Closed my eyes to escape reality,
What escaped was only a silient scream.

Walking down the old memory lane,
Staring at dark sky and full moon,
Ages ago, the path i had to choose,
Was that some disguised boon!

Seeing birds soaring so high,
I wish i too had wings to fly,
With the seven colors of rainbow,
Let me please paint the sky!

Nibha Gupta

National Institute of Technology, Bhopal

nibha.gupta91@gmail.com

A snippet from a life…

Posted: September 18, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Its summer and I am cold. There is a guilt, a little loneliness spreading over love or just settling with the siblings.
I have a family where its hard for people to be happy and everyone is unaware about who I am. I get depressed as easily I get smiling. Keeping up my hopes has never been a problem, but there is a limit to someone’s positive attitude… How long can one expect to be unaffected of the turns? How long can one be expected to react to the word ‘chill’ instantaneously and remember the philosophical quotations on facebook and become happy? We share it on our profiles but it dosn’t work like that.

Right now I have many dear people in my life whom I am grateful for… but currently, fought with one, another is asleep, one is busy with his girlfriend, others I am not in close contact with… boyfriends are great options for situations where you want to talk your emotions and cry but here boyfriend is never available.

Everything is the way it should be… He is the perfect guy, there are no issues in the present or future, we are mad about each other and totally in In love. But somehow its dying… I dont care about the spark… Its allright but I can’t help it… Its unbearable… Its a hollow inside through which the wind is blowing and only I can hear it and it hurts so badly because I want it to be filled… I want to lie down and rest on it… I want to come back anytime and lie down on it when the world is crashing…Its my rock…it is not suppose to change and sand out. Where do I turn?

Its one of those nights, one of those moments that I decide to pendown… One of those times when you question everything and need someone to stay on the other side so you dont kill yourself from thinking too much. Where you are not sure whether you just miss it or want it back. Who am I? Am I too old for this world? I am not in the right place. Why do my relationships suck so much? Do I want to follow my dream or work for the people? What is my dream? I am scared to sleep with this questions… Because the dreams are a mix between haunting and tempting memories. If I don’t die right now… My dreams would strangle me. If I wake up tomorrow sane… I will be thankful for the sunrise.

Prachi Shah

National Law Institute University, Bhopal

prachishah.nliu@gmail.com