Slowly n steadily, the momentum of humanity's pendulum is loosing its swing. 
It is scary n it seems there exist a hell lot of noise everywhere, shadowing somewhere that obvious and native silence within all of us. 
    The glimpse of that subtle life will some day turn into a deadly nightmare. People will live out virtually, yet unaware and least bothered of their final destination through.
Thus it is "a beginning of an end..."

:(...:(

Slowly n steadily, the momentum of humanity's pendulum is loosing its swing. 
It is scary n it seems there exist a hell lot of noise everywhere, shadowing somewhere that obvious and native silence within all of us. 
The glimpse of that subtle life will some day turn into a deadly nightmare. People will live out virtually, yet unaware and least bothered of their final destination through.

Thus it is "a beginning of an end..."

-humanity survivor

if growing older is your concern !!

In this era of inflation 
Cake is costly but wishes are free,
Even into those free wishes,
The society sounds contradictory.

Some says, “I am now a new experience holder”
Some says proudly that I am turning older.

Whom to believe, whom to follow 
Better to go with Innerself, lying deep within my hollow

Who says, “no matter you 
grow experienced or rather old”
Always feel young with 
your thoughts and let it unfold.

-unboundmohit ©

Unfortunate Prey

My dedication to her, the unfortunate rape victim. Please pray for her well being through this poetry...

Away from the mob,

away from protest.

A girl is fighting for,

her unseen life’s quest.

What was her mistake?

what gone wrong?

Now, this question echoes amid,

all over since long.

Something is happened to her,

which is beyond the scope of brutality.

Yet again ashamed,

as if humanity has lost its so called morality.

No one could comprehend,

No one could hear.

The extent of pain and noise

The girl had to live with and bear.

But she is strong indeed,

she has fought alone so far.

Into that dusky sky of hope,

She is shining high, being a shooting star.

Is it always required for them?

to wait for a brutality to happen.

Before they react and peek into,

their dusty and dormant innerself within.

May her strength and courage sustain,  

to fight for a cause, being an unfortunate prey.

May she return to her own world soon,

That’s all I can pray.

-unboundmohit ©       

this poem is a resultant of a boring meeting...Sorry ppl

I am sitting 

with an empty mind

it seems here,

nobody is enough kind.

Although they may have 

some informative rockets,

but I still prefer to sit amid

with my both hands in pocket.

Like me, all are trying to catch

those endless speeches, 

Suddenly I realized, we all

certainly belongs to a same species.

Nobody is interested for sure,

Thus somehow trying to resist

In order to absorb and digest,

the insoluble and volatile day’s gist.

In this jungle of knowledge

those approximate lions are roaring,

and I am like a fearless rat

feeling sluggish and boring…

-unbound but bored ;) 

Discriminated Hate !

"You better
  equally hate,
  but do not
  discriminate,
  You never
  know
  your fate,
  that can lead
  you into a
  state,
  Where life
  won’t
  hesitate,
  to let you
  apart and
  make you forever
  wait,
  In your own
  world of
  hate,
  you found
  yourself
  alone,
  and your
  mingled psyche
  separate.
  So, it’s better
  to love
  And not
  to hate.
  ‘Coz we all
  are equal,           
  who possess
  unique trait,
  as we all
  are no one,
  but God’s
  own innate".   

  -unboundmohit ©

Thought of the day...

"Don't try to hold
the things being unfold,
so tightly in your hands
'Coz the things that matters most
are the things that shatters most"

-unbound

"A pair made in heaven"

They lived so far, somewhere unknown
Into their lonely and desperate mould,      

Unaware of their lives ahead, unsown    
Unheard is their love, unseen amid untold

Might be those winds have touched both together,
Maybe that sky has seen apart them, as one. 

But no one from both, has ever felt each other 
Till that heavenly moment, since they become one.

They saw each other, they rose in love 
Thus, they got tied into a relation 

They seems to be blessed from above,
As both now folded into, an beautiful obligation

For those love birds, one plus one is always eleven
Others use to say for them, this is ‘A pair made in heaven’  

Written on the eve of My brother's 7th Marriage Anniversary !!

-unboundmohit © 

My Defy to me !

"thoughtfully unbound" 

A dusky boy, who holds middling, looks

For his unlike thoughts, he appears to be a crook.       

Sky is the limit, he’d never determined 

Till he crossed one, to instigate his unorthodox crime.   

People thought, he is good for nothing 

And so would he, till he met himself within.

One night suddenly, he got to see the sky

What he saw is a bunch of stars, shining arrogantly high.       

He got inspired with one of that brightest star,

Silently hanging alone, away from that bunch so far.

By his actions and thoughts, he managed to stood apart 

From the mob who affirm his deeds, to be an criminal’s art.    

Thus, He kept on walking alone, on a road self made

And never allowed his dream prints, to get blurred and fade.    

Inspite of confession, he continue to commit his misdeed

To justify his passions amid, to do what all his desperate life need.

An introvert by expression, he rules his imaginative and thoughtful throne

He is not into following those stubborn rules, but believes in creating his own.

He defy himself through, holding his nerves to blow and fell         

To hold, grow and prove, his own unorthodox ways to be a rebel    

Before someone could conspire and let him impound,

He raised himself up from worldly ruins, to be an unbound.

-unbound mohit ©   

today's quote !

"Talented people normally do not waste time in thinking and convincing themselves onto some ambiguous facts of today's world like...how they look, how renowned their virtual status is and most of all how many fakes does believe in their real." 

Harsh but true !

-unboundmohit (c)

link to my first book...."the beginning"

http://www.lulu.com/shop/mohit-sharma/the-beginning/paperback/product-20400018.html?mid=social_facebook_pubsharefb

9/11 - a poetic scene and tribute to the survivors and deceased of that black day !

The day was quiet,

those winds were composed.

The hatred was irrational,

to which mankind exposed.

Sprouts of abnormal vengeance

ended into the ruins of abhorrence.

When few inhuman assailed,

the humanity’s innocence.

Chaos aroused,

abnormal panic discharged in a while.

When 'twin towers' after being stricken,

turned into a debris pile.             

Clouds of disgust exploded,

hell from above shower.

Onto an ambitious country of the globe,

well known for being ‘Super Power’.

The day turned dusk before time,

noise moved in and shout broked.

When lives forced to fit death’s mould

in the form of cold ruins, blood soaked.     

But heroes turned on again

to save lives of many,

and slapped the plotter’s face,

to unveil amid and proved it uncanny.

The country rose tall again,

from it’s ugly state of catastrophe.

Showed world her ability to cope up,

even from that worst malady.

May those who’ve fallen short and died,

rest in peace and lead to heaven.

On that day of curse to mankind,

i.e., the black date of nine-eleven…(9/11)        

Written on the occasion of 11th anniversery of 9/11- the black day in human history. 

-unboundmohit ©  

Unknown…

Who you are who walks along
Who you are, to whom you belong.

In the rain, in the pain
In the losses, in the gain

In the rise in the fall
You remain unafraid, standing amid tall

You make me scared sometimes into my dreadful isolation
And soothe my defeat also, bestowing courageous motivation

Sometimes you go unheard and sometimes I leave you indifferent
Maybe due to that noise of greed and my phony existence recurrent

You live somewhere near heart and far from this biased brain
You sprout those thoughts within and curbs to let them drain   

You appear silent when, I am into any chaos or tend to fight 
When rest of the world including me is wrong, you remain right

I’ve heard, “God is within”, maybe you are the one who is synonym of God?
It is for sure you’ll never leave me alone, till my life’s wobbly pendulum nod.

I am into you, You are into me, You are no more unknown
You remain within the deepest of me, and into my probable clones.

You are no-one but my own positive reflectance,
You are the ‘Innerself’, probably my desperate sixth sense.   


-unboundmohit (c)      

that’s all I need …!

We born similar as human being
Amid this world, being desperately keen

Some blamed for color, some for owing distortion
Some hated parent’s status, due to their own mental abortion

Some looking for opulence, some demanding even more
Some struggling to die, as that pain is unable to endure   

Some looks stubborn being almost hypocritical    
Some are fighting blindly for issues that seems so illogical 

Some went inhuman, busy negotiating the cost of an innocent life
Some are sleeping calmly as if that country is out of any strife

Some are busy in converting a religion into a religion
While rest of them are into creating gaps and divisions

Those clouds of disgust look dark but can be separated
Similarly the mankind looks diseased but can be inoculated     

Try to be human, leave beside that abnormal greed
Make this world a better place to live, that’s what all I need.     

-unboundmohit

"O"

"Life yet again showed me its beautiful

 curves being standing unfold,
 

 its like listening to an old story again

 which was left behind untold..."

the broken dream...

Holding firmly the breath, it seems
Someone, somewhere, somehow lost his naive dream

That silence broken into a mournful shout,
When that dream turned numb, before it tend to sprout

Neither anyone cried nor even felt sad,
Living deserted, those emotions around appears dead

Eyes betrayed that shy and innocent tear
By throwing it out, inspite of that unknown fear

Smile veiled that emotion standing almost undress,
Nerves paining high, outburst hard to suppress

Silence hindered slowly as the heartbeat is going loud,
Feeling himself lonely, even within the crowd

Echo within the ears almost went uncontrolled,
When his innerself remain speechless and stood amid unfold

It says, “Every time a dream broke on earth, someone left dry
Equally a star falls and lost upon, from that dusky and thoughtful sky”


-unbound mohit

...is missing ?

In all the misery, in all the pain

Beneath each cloud that roared without rain

Within all the virtues, among all the deeds

In those uncanny demand, within every need

Within all the gestures, within all the smiles

On a journey of life that abruptly turned into miles,

Something was there that left behind unseen

Into that blind darkness, where rays of truth has never ever been 

It seems that something is left somehow missing 

Around the civilization, somewhere within

Although mankind exist, but humanity seems missing 

So what those bodies respire, but ‘life’ is something that remained missing within

Sympathy is there, helping hands are missing

Thoughts grown and piled up, actions still stands missing 

Nightmares haunts, day dreaming is missing

Materialism flaunts, realness is missing

For some food is there, hunger is missing 

For many hunger is there, food is missing 

Faith is there, devotion is missing

Isolation is all around, still 'Peace' is missing

Eyes filled with dreams, passion is missing 

Love is tentative, compassion is missing

Canvas is there, colors are missing

Surrounding infused with noise, music is missing    

“Expressions crave to spur out loud, but they broke as words are missing

Maybe I subsist somewhere amid mob, but in front of the mirror I found myself missing”

-unbound mohit

Suicide Note...

Neither he was afraid of being diluted, nor was he a shy
Amid his desperate space of words, his untainted imaginations tend to fly.

He was good at literature, but no-one tried to determine
Before he got rid of that prejudice shadow, his thoughts lost its shine.

He do not like his studies, neither able to handle its pressure,

Every time he score less, he justify himself with his owing literary treasure.

But the people around wants him to swim, against his own thoughtful flow
And that unseen competitive stress around him, urging his naïve mind to blow.

He only loved his ragged notebook and nothing else ever amused him to thrill,
He dreamt of being a ‘Poet’, with his more than ordinary and unorthodox writing skills.

A part of world around him was deaf and a part of it is blind,
As neither they able to hear his music of words, nor his works being able to get a ‘find’

He managed to sail his literary ocean, with the help of his imaginative oar’s thrust
But he was always criticized and let separated, with that undue and abnormal disgust.

He sometimes felt lost but not at all defeated,
Most of the times his stubborn thoughts found to stand naked and emotionally untreated.

That conditional gap to fill was wide, but for others it appears to be thin
For him, it's almost like separating himself, from his confused and restless innerself within.

Pressure to prove himself started building within his shriveled nerves and brain,
But he somehow convinced himself not to give up and not let out his thoughts to drain.

Thus, one day he decided to capture them all on a clean piece of paper
But the traumatic fear of ensuing failure, couldn't allow his thoughts to let spur.

That evening was dreadfully silent, with no signs of any air breeze
and his face looks confusingly steady, as if he'll going to let himself freeze.

“Leave me alone…” is finally something, what he helplessly able to wrote
On the half torn, last page of his poetry notebook, as a noiseless Suicide Note !


-unbound mohit

helpless...

So what I can soothe you, I can’t feel your pain

Maybe, I can quench your thirst but cannot be your rain.

So what I am with you, I can’t comprehend your isolation

Maybe I can cherish you for a while, but can’t avoid your stubborn frustration.

So what I’d guide your ways, but couldn’t destroyed those hurdles

Maybe my thoughts had feed you, but cannot unwrap your own thoughtful bundles.

So what I can make you smile, but can’t eradicate the barrier to your happiness

Maybe I can improve your future, but couldn’t convince upon your past to confess.

So what I can tap your head, but can’t pour sleep into your eyes

Explored your inner self many times, yet struggling to unfold those feelings in disguise.

So what I can walk along, but never bring across your lost destiny

Maybe I am there to wipe your tears, but couldn’t absorb your dusky agony.       

So what I can make you visit to mosque, it’s tough to sprout the seeds of faith

Maybe I can spur my love on you; still it’s not easy to extract love, out of your hate

So what I say ‘Good Night’ daily, but can’t turn your nightmares into sweet dreams

Maybe I can reduce that noise around you, but couldn’t suppress your own conscience scream.

Searching altogether desperately for you, within you

Eagerly waiting amidst for your dark clouds, to turn blue

You are trying hard to hide your emotions that are standing undress,

and I am struggling to incubate new hopes in you, being almost helpless...  

    

-unbound mohit 

    

Am I alive…?

On a confused morning, I woke up in a hurry,
Maybe it was a hangover of that nightmare that sets me on a flurry.
I saw myself struggling for a laugh or even for a smile,
My artificial happiness is due to materialism that is standing tall on an undue debt pile.   

I saw myself struggling to lend my care to a needy.
I doubt whether am I slowly turning to be an enduring greedy.
Never forgot to check my virtual social status and conversation,
Something fake exists for sure, which on me is gaining the domination. 

In that blind race, I am nothing but a baffled desperate mind
Don’t know what to achieve still walking in a direction undefined.
Couldn't recollect the last time when I saw those blinking stars in the sky.
Those days of childhood were good, when I could set my imagination to fly.

I am sharing my innermost appalling to all, unconditionally and maybe free,
Don’t have enough time to share, the moments of my unforeseen glee.
Being miser as an appreciator, I am blindly enjoying my role as a critic,
Not able to listen to that true inner voice, as something went wrong to my psyche acoustic.

Turning numb towards the feeling of love so as with its perusal,
It’s even becoming bulky for me to differentiate amid the fake and real.
Afraid of loosing my phony identity within that virtual world of mine,
Not able to justify my existence yet living with a hope for my darker side to shine.

My happiness is crying for being lost upon, even in the shape of small packets.
Don’t know for what I am waiting, thus to break my life’s own claustrophobic brackets.
My body is working fine and so is my brain,
Yet feeling frozen and suffering from an unidentified pain.

I am slowly breaking the hangover to let myself overcome that strife, 
It was not a nightmare but a harsh reflectance of my own day to day life.
I am carrying myself knowingly to nowhere with a hope to get thrive,   
Lost myself again somewhere, leaving an unrequited question that “Am I alive…?”