tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36570827540435816862024-03-05T08:46:39.252-08:00Life the most complicated mysteryNikiMyNamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18310750896376547971noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657082754043581686.post-44136529938940271962018-03-25T10:19:00.001-07:002018-03-25T10:39:48.595-07:00Blind Luck<p dir="ltr">"Sow, sow till you get to reap<br>
Work Hard, You will get rewards to keep"<br>
Is it so? I ask changing the news channel<br>
As banners of injustice are discussed on the panel</p>
<p dir="ltr">Innocence rewarded with the splash of blood<br>
Seeds of sweat and pain wiped off in the flood<br>
Grace and beauty sabotaged with force so brutal<br>
Rebellious voices face opposition's blows, its fatal</p>
<p dir="ltr">I see the unworthy rise to the throne<br>
Nepotism at play, they favor the homegrown<br>
Amidst the cry for equality safety and integrity<br>
I wonder what has happened to the age old humanity?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Is life really fair? Does the world let it be?<br>
Smothered souls dying down or is it something else i fail to see??<br>
Pushing apart to snatch their dreams as destiny looks by<br>
In this morally blind world, is it really worth the try??</p>
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Trying to find a purpose,<br>
Trying to set goals.<br>
Misinterpreted the meaning of life;<br>
Then shut themselves from the world.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tried to keep a leash,<br>
On the demons bred by their fear;<br>
Their conscience a patient of the disease,<br>
That sucked the joy of life,<br>
Rendering their souls lifeless.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh !Those <br>
Living bodies dead souls,<br>
Trying to find a purpose,<br>
Trying to set goals.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that they tried to seek;<br>
Support from around when;<br>
Their hopes started to fade,<br>
Optimistic thoughts were bleak,<br>
But to no purpose ;as the world around went past them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wandering souls in the dark they were;<br>
Walking without a ray of guiding light;<br>
Contained within themselves;<br>
Suffering & rotting inside, with their hearts soaked in plight.</p>
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Bloomed a bright yellow flower <br>
It bloomed in the sunlight it bloomed in the dark<br>
Its aura could be felt from afar</p>
<p dir="ltr">Time began to fly, but the flower did not die<br>
This flower surrounded by the lillies was  blessed from the sky<br>
Soon there came a farmer who plucked the lillies from the garden<br>
But he left the yellow flower in the garden as its aura was something he could not deny </p>
<p dir="ltr">The poor yellow flower now bloomed alone <br>
And slowly began to droop down<br>
Only in a couple of moments<br>
It shrinked and fell to the ground</p>
NikiMyNamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18310750896376547971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657082754043581686.post-87378804325052619942018-03-25T10:10:00.001-07:002018-03-25T10:10:40.329-07:00The Returning Ship<p dir="ltr"><br>
Behold the sailing ship that comes crashing to the shore<br>
Few eyes shine like emeralds as they walk through the sand content to the core<br>
Others with wrinkled foreheads wonder if they could choose to stay back <br>
Some with silver hair and some have their hair jet black</p>
<p dir="ltr">Few grains of sand fill hearts with pride<br>
Few sink them with regret<br>
Few sparkle so bright they blind the sailers with doubts<br>
Few go back to the ocean to give a base to the next fleet</p>
<p dir="ltr">The old white bearded man welcomes with open arms his eyes giving off a white hue<br>
You shall rest for a while and take the trip again if you wish<br>
But this time be prepared to see the grains of the rocks you threw<br>
While you were in the ocean with the sailing crew</p>
<p dir="ltr">The crew disappears in the white hue <br>
The old man waits for the next fleet<br>
To see the emerald eyes and wrinkled forheads again<br>
The former get eternal peace the latter take the trip again</p>
NikiMyNamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18310750896376547971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657082754043581686.post-88614570901377476512018-03-25T09:54:00.001-07:002018-03-25T09:55:06.481-07:00The Night I Should Have Said No<p dir="ltr">Amidst the teenage dreams<br>
Amidst the disco glares<br>
Where conscious was lost<br>
To the flying energy of the youth</p>
<p dir="ltr">just a dare back then<br>
It has now left me incapable<br>
Of even holding a pen<br>
It was that night i wish i had said no</p>
<p dir="ltr">It did feel so good then <br>
Living in a world devoid of reality<br>
But reality never left the chase <br>
Got me forever stuck in that maze</p>
<p dir="ltr">Didnt know when i made my parents my nemesis<br>
Didnt know when i left those bruises on my sisters cheeks<br>
Didnt know when i left deep scars in the hearts of those who mattered<br>
Oh How i wish i had said No that night</p>
<p dir="ltr">The pill lifted my spirits high<br>
But thrashed my morales down<br>
I was trying to climb the ladder<br>
With broken steps at the end</p>
NikiMyNamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18310750896376547971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657082754043581686.post-41663532976754667332018-03-25T09:47:00.001-07:002018-03-25T09:49:50.803-07:00The Unchecked Option<p dir="ltr">Dont tell me to calm down<br>
I have had my share of days<br>
I have lost a lifetime for the crown <br>
Created my own demons to chase</p>
<p dir="ltr">What started a fairy tale<br>
Now on the brink of a nightmare<br>
The pompous ship that set on sail<br>
Drowned unworthy of anyone's care</p>
<p dir="ltr">Drank the venom of my own obsession<br>
To rise to the throne<br>
What did I know! It was just a compensation <br>
For freezing my soul, see i reap the seeds I had sown</p>
<p dir="ltr">Can't take a step back<br>
To pounce on the prey<br>
Rendered too weak to attack<br>
This dog never had its day</p>
<p dir="ltr">Lying on the verge of permanent slumber<br>
I assemble all my coins and gem<br>
Realizing they were in disguise of black stones & dried timber<br>
I sign off in ruin, condemned.</p>
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Does it ever happen that you have a flash of thoughts coming
all at once and then the other second they are gone? You want to catch them but
you simply cannot. Does it ever happen that you wish you had an audience to
express yourself? Do you ever feel like missing a train, completely restless?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well I don’t know about you, but I definitely felt it a
while back. Although I am an extrovert
teen, I could not simply understand my very own self. I used to get restless
without a known reason, burst out into tears even. I tried getting hold of my
thoughts but it simply ran down my control like the sand which slips off our
hands. This being the cause I started losing out focus and concentration and
nothing seemed to go right. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One thing I knew for sure was that it has to be me who will
rescue me from this pit of darkness. However there had to be a source of light
to guide me through. I tried out various ways to express myself, painting,
sketching, boxing and what not! At the end, I just kept Anne Frank in mind and
decided to maintain a diary.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before writing my first letter in the diary, I gave it a
name and made a vow. All the letters that I wrote in this diary should come out
through the depths of my heart and not through a conscious and thoughtful mind.
And this was the start of my diary writing journey. All that went into the
diary were my inner most thoughts and emotions. Expressing them in the diary
rescued me from the tyrant known as restlessness and I regained my focus and
concentration back. This magical journey has led me through a phase of self-discovery
and I am still a part of it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Every time I pen down my thoughts, I feel like I am entering
this paradise, where I am just myself, where the world around me is mine, where
I am just a free spirit. All the poems and short stories I started writing were
like angels in my life bringing me the pleasure and happiness I always yearned
for. The source of light which guided me from the pit of darkness was writing.
Writing is just not an art but a school where I am discovering myself, where my
dreams come alive. It is where I find solace and I know it would be where I will
find myself fully discovered. <o:p></o:p></div>
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NikiMyNamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18310750896376547971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657082754043581686.post-33561606979987708672014-06-28T06:08:00.004-07:002018-03-25T10:32:12.169-07:00What is the purpose of life? Have we ever wondered?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We humans pass through the different phases of life and in due time learn new lessons and face new challenges. It all starts in the womb where we start our life. After our body develops we take birth as a infant and then our learning begins.It is said that the period between infancy and childhood ( 1 month to 4 years) is the time when our pick up and learning skills are at the peak. Then comes the most fun part of our lives, that is childhood. During childhood we make and play with friends, ask questions and develop interests and hobbies. We observe the elders and learn from them. The next and the most complicated phase is the teenage. It is the period when we are neither adults nor kids. We are too young to make important decisions and too old to behave childish. In this phase we learn how to live and behave, build up relationships and our personality takes the final shape and we decide what we want to do in life. After teenage we become young adults who decide their priorities, decide what profession to take and overall how to continue with our lives. As adults we want to settle down, have a family, have a good career and a comfortable life. Striving for our goals we make mistakes, learn lessons of life and struggle for a perfect life. When we become middle aged we plan for old-age, we make plans on how to spend time and enjoy our lives. After we reach our last phase that is old-age, we live our last moments and wait for death.<br />
We all live through these phases and we all die too. So the question arises, what is the purpose of this life? Everyone is born and everyone dies. Between birth and death we build up relationships and continuously strive to make our lives better. If this is so then how does it matter whether we take birth or die. Every second, thousands are born and thousands die so what is the purpose of life? We humans do not know how life enters the body and how it leaves it. All we know that we are mortal and will die one day. But have we tried to find the purpose of our life? Have we ever wondered about it?<br />
Now lets analyse our achievements as mankind. We developed from apes to humans, we discovered and invented several things and we went on to find the answers to all mysteries. Several great personalities contributed to make the life of mankind better and brought a change in this world. Even after their death it is their deeds that we still remember. We can say that the purpose of their lives was to make the life of mankind better. The took birth, they contributed to mankind, they lived and they died.<br />
Can we now say that our purpose of life can be found out by knowing in what way we could contribute to mankind? Can we say that between birth and death there is a life to be lived with a purpose? Lets think about it....</div>
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