Daily Note

Every morning, while leaving the Bed
I see the rising sun turns into Red-
commit to do something memorable...
and started the day with tea and bread

With the time, I lose me at work
finds me at various unplanned fork
gives my best to solve all those...
with the heat I feel as if I am a pork

Anyhow days go like this
seldom whale, but often a fish
consuming and being consumed...
Is it written! Is it his wish!!

Object is ‘I’, with an unclear Objective
Do not know what is my prospective
But, I do keep on doing, what I used to...
Fume-less and not regular are my subjective.

Try always to make some impact
to bring changes in ongoing fact
But, I am I and not the society...
and never appreciated for my act.

Shows are different and so as their nature
difficulties are the easier way of torture
those who travel beyond it...
Only they have the right to see their future.

After some uncertain work and worthless effort
I feel like a hero, as if I have started some sort
with proud and satisfaction I go to bed...
by making preparation for winning the fort  

SO NEAR, YET SO FAR!!!

So near, yet so far

What the world calls rare

My heart finds it precious

And travels on the air

Touch, is a prime sense.

At you; my mind says it offense.

I have connected at first instance.

My molecules have started dance.

I put me under your notice.

Your friendship provides me peace.

This grew faster than time-

and deeper than a mother’s kiss.

My times have become yours.

Our closeness, nervous me more...

Put me in confusion of right or wrong.

With fear, my rainbow fainted and blur.

May you say yes or a big no?

These hesitations do not allow me to go.

With you I prefer to stay happy...

But, this haziness keeps me a low.

I love you and adore your friendship.

My feelings have been kept in tighten lip.

One word may create the difference...

I can never want to lose your grip.

So near, yet so far

Where I am and what is the par?

Suggest me how to deal-

With this love, Isqh and pyar vyar?

Memory

 

What never goes from your mind is Memory.
It may be pleasant, poignant, glad or a scary.
It has different shape but progress harmonic
with phony architectures bring us worry.

I always am walk on the memory lane
Collects pearls and store them in rein in pane
I hug them, play with them and spends all my time...
Their presences cleave to me as a sane.

These are like infants and very innocent
no knowledge about the social meant
crawl, walk even dances without music...
makes you travel in past with no dent.

With time it vanish from the mind store
sails on thinking boat, knocking brain door
It makes me feel alive...
and lives in my heart corridor .

Sometime it leaves me with tear
sometime it creates in me a fear.
Sometime it makes me happy...
Every time it reminds me-
                                I am your Memory Dear.

A Patriotic Poem.

I want to lost in my Soil...
Where I have born!
Where I did my entire Toil!


It gives me everything before I ask,
Beautiful scenario and pleasant bask...

Active sun-rays and romantic moonlight,
Blissful nature and agreeable plight...

Affectionate relations and singular identity,
Human Race and connection to all mighty...

I drink its water
Inhale the air
Taste its dust
Join in every fair.
Gets experience
And find the knowledge
Truth-false difference
And their proper wage.
It makes me known
Life with various options
Dealing with values
With proper notions and emotions.

It provides me shadow from sunny
It shelters me during rainy
Becomes my warm blanket at winter...
Spring is blissful and funny.

I have seen from a least to vast
Tasted the life beginning to last
Success and failures are apart...
Indeed it is wonderful cast.

Self Praise!

When fogs glide from the horizon-
I found bunch of light, guiding me a path.
Yet, I am following... always with a new beginning,
Leaving the world in Jealousy and Wrath.

Addiction is that:
When it gets over, you should feel the Life.
Passion is that:
You should keep on going even on Knife.
Objective should be:
A little costlier than your Passion.
Goal should be:
A hunger of your rectified Action.
Relations means:
An Everest towards your Success.
And Love means:
Mountain of Happiness on its each access.

My Aptitude has become a standard.
My Attitude behaves like a free Bird.
I feel my presence each corner of World...
My Gratitude’s are like Honor and Reward.

What have I done to me?
Taking myself in a One-Man-Race...
It becomes a habit; may be!!!
Winnings do partiality in my Case.
Let’s make a one-way and see-
Is this World going to get a new iconic Face?
Charisma counts and knack is a key...
You won’t get a way to Guess...
Hence, Don’t Mess with an untied Mesh.

LAST MAN

Days are dead and nights are alive.
I am the only ‘MAN’, who survives.

All species of MAN are in history.
Their survival in dark is a mystery.
Neither ‘SUPER’, Nor ‘Hanu’,
Neither ‘Bat’, ‘Shakti’ nor ‘Spider’
All have been dead, since arrival of night.
Now I am the only MAN on sight.

My speed is ‘light-year’
Recently I defeated my enemy FEAR.
I am like a normal human...
At normal position I wear my underwear.

My body is like never broken diamond.
Humanity is my only bond.
To protect it, I may go to the extreme...
I am silky and a love mound.

Call me “AADI”, when you are in need.
I shall be your true friend, indeed.
Loving human is my only weakness...
I belong to your similar breed.

Live and let live, is the policy I follow.
To create heaven in earth is my vow.
I can’t do it without you...
Spread love by making your selfishness all time low.

Day will rise again.
You will feel out of pain.
Night will come on its time...
Nature will sing its song again.

Meaningless

Singing is my hobby and dancing is my passion!
Though my life is smooth, but it is full of action!!!

I was the breaking news, am... and will be...
Perhaps my charisma is the only key.
The impression from the people towards me is high...
My Personality and competence don’t go with... May be!

When I was young, my boundaries were visible.
Known competitors and tricks were available.
I could reach, where I wanted to...
Each of my steps was appreciable.

Now, scenario has changed so as the boundary.
Scopes are unlimited and driving my path contrary.
With the changing aptitude, I go...
Which brings me into news, but with big ‘sorry’.

Why my concentration is fumbling...
Why my paths are changing...
Why I am wandering myself?
It is sunny but why it is drizzling?

Am I the going place?
Or I am in news because of my confusion!
Advise me with your valuable suggestion...
Or shall I go for hibernation!!!

I am fed up with current time.
Not happy with the past even.
Cyclone, flood, earthquake...
All calamities are coming to me-
Spends time, by making me nine/eleven.
Because, I am a star.
Never step back from a war.
I am fighting... and tired...
To live with the life that I have given.

Defeat can never be my worried.
“Memories” that may be buried.
Time has enough power...
How shall I make them safe ...
The time is the only medium that carried.

Hope, when I will return
I may find you same-
Don’t forget me and my...
Even though I come with a changed name.

DEATH VALLEY

Synchronizing days I had passed with and going to spend.
Analyzing space, calculating the fact, where I shall land.
Scared! Happy!! My emotions are unknown to me really.
It may be paradise! May be hell!! For me it is my DEATH VALLEY.

Since my knowledge, I have been taught.
To choose right from the path I have opted.
I went on which I found correct...
Right or wrong, hardly known... time was lofted.

Brave I am, there is nothing to fear.
Law is law’ and I am ready to hear.
Punishment or rewards maters nothing...
Is the judge furious or loving, dear?

I wish I could find my favorite flower here.
I wish I could manage my patience to bear.
I wish I could have done all right things...
I wish I could make all wrong done as nightmare.

No... I am not scarred!!! Punishment is part o life.
But, that is my new valley... my new wife.
I don’t want to continue, what I am at this juncture...
I want to shower roses... not my same old knife.

My new world, my new valley, can change me.
A new man, a new era, people are going to see.
May people write a new story of humanity...
But, only thing... my judgement is the KEY.

Whatever the judgement would be, I won’t mind.
I will do, what I have decided, to pursue mankind.
A new character may born, from the DEATH VALLEY...
It is one way and there is no way to hind.

I am purely ready for this new Sally.
To follow humanity in this moral rally.
I am entirely for this divine purpose...
This is fact... This is my DEATH VALLEY.

Whom shall I adore!

A harsh from an outsider
and a bunch of difficulties from the nature.
I am in confusion...
Whom shall I leave-
and whom shall I adore!

Nature is wonderful, but not reliance though
my hopes at you also looking very low.
Thinking the things by calculating imagination wings-
walking... by keeping my heart on your toe.

Why have I lost my control over my heart?
Why there is increasing distance in nature and my carts?
I always love to lose me in nature’s lap...
Who have changed my P.O.Box and also my dart?

Okay... let me feel and take a decision.
Not in a hurry but in a true obsession.
Never mind on my coming life...
No need for any request and confession.

My demand is less and objection is nowhere.
Neither I will quiet, nor going to share.
Letting my chances on outsider and nature.
I will be happy with one, because...
to both I do adore.