"Let me live, I dont want to die..." a poem by me.

"...maybe i am not afraid, i am not shy,
but i often start my day in a bit hue n cry.

though sprouted but my dreams are big and aims high,
but before i quit...i convince myself to give at least a try.

but these winds of hatred are harsh, they often blow dry,
it seems no one around wants me to touch this thoughtful sky.

i feel blue and i feel like cry,
but why should i always beg to this world...that;
"let me live, i don't wanna die..."

so what, i don't have wings and i don't know how to fly,
still my inevitable existence bears the courage to be justified.

i know the race is long and hurdles are high,
but i believe in myself, although its hard to imply.

its all about keep moving and not to stand by,
even this nature teaches me to live, then why shouldn't i

i hope you understand the meaning of life,
'coz it's not about you, it's not about i...

it's for the whole mankind who pleads with invisible tears in their eyes.

it's all about cherishing life and happiness to comply,
it's about letting lived and not being died..."

-unbound mohit

A Poem by me "where am i going..."

"On an undefined path
 isolated thoughts are growing,
 I often ask this question to myself
 that...Where am i going ?

 I do own a bunch of relations,
 so do I have friends,
 still my heart seeks for those
 who dissolve together like true blend.

 this odd journey of mine
 seems so long,
 I don't know how my destiny takes me,
 where I belong.

 the childhood dreams had gone
 I don't know where,
 yet trying hard to justify my existence,
 somewhere to be there.

 that road is rough and dry,
 all I see is an endless horizon,

 the distance is yet to be covered,
 feeling helpless as this world is soaked in illusion.

 My boat is battling a midst waves
 and all that matters now is, how fast am I rowing,

 still I am wondering that, is it this a true path
 where I am going...?"

beginning of the end....continued

Now, let me tell you a story. A story of how a beginning leads to an end. The story starts as…One day a small opening appeared on a cocoon, a man sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body out through that little hole. Then suddenly it seems to stop making any progress. It appeared as if the butterfly now will not be able to force its body out further. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and opened the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a withered body; it has tiny and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the whole process He was feeling excited to see this nature’s show he expected that at any moment the wings would open, enlarge and expand to be able to support the butterfly’s body and become firm. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings and not able to fly throughout its life. What that man, in his kindness and at the same time lack of patience did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were god’s own way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieve its freedom from the cocoon. 

Sometimes struggles show us the meaning of how to achieve anything in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we could have been.

Thus, the above story can be seen through different perspectives. With respect to the butterfly’s arc of vision, the end conquered the beginning due to lack of knowledge and patience of the man towards nature’s act. But from that man’s arc of vision it is his kindness and nature of assistance towards the butterfly that leads to this whole chaos.

to be continued...

startup lines of my first book...'the beginning of an end'

"With some sprouted dreams in their eyes, they slowly start the day, assuming their dreams and they themselves are unique enough and certainly this time they'll going to make a difference. But soon they found that they are no more but a numb part of this blind race, seeing them dissolving gradually within this dreary mob.

      All they find along is the fear of dilution, feeling deprived and unjustified for their own existence and freedom, amid the way towards that dusky end.

      At last, those sprouted dreams were caged, identities being lost upon, tearless eyes turned pale, precipitating the colour of that dreadful dusk...

      ...and the day ends in a hurry in order to start again with an optimistic new beginning."

-unbound mohit

i tHiNk...

Since we all are the performers on God's stage, then it becomes important that how well we perform our allocated character to impress god. Because god has given us only one chance and along with no scope for any retake thus if we fail knowingly and never strive to re stand then make sure we cant complain for this. There should be feeling of " I will perform till the end of the show, putting efforts far more than i possess to give. God chosen us to play a role of human, the role which itself is very complex and full of responsibilities and good deeds. We always complain for what we not have with us, without even thinking that how beautiful can life be with those things which we have. Thus, not only its a challenge but also it is our duty to fulfill or justify our allotted role in a single take giving more than a best shot.... keep playing !


"it is not important that how well you start, all that is important is how satisfied you ends up. Life is all about winning and loosing but dramatically winning after loosing gives you not only a reason to celebrate but also an beautiful experience to learn and cherish enough to live with it..."

day's thought...

"...When it becomes hard to explain the complexity of life, then focus not on how to bear the hardships but how to cherish the small packets of happiness that comes to your way quite often and most of the time you tend to ignore them..."

"the beginning of an end..." my first literary non fiction work.

It’s a law of nature that beginning always leads to some definite end. End is like a veiled face of beginning. We are unable to see the face until and unless we unveiled it. Without doing so we never come to know about the face of an end.

…from the bright grimed sun rays of sunrise to the dull pale and dusky sun rays of sunset everything is governed by these two. Even god hasn’t thought of an end while beginning the creation of our beautiful earth.

Today, mankind has changed its face and transformed its steady and smooth motion into a harsh blind race of competition. From rich to poor, from able to disable, from young to old everyone is becoming the part of this race. For nature the day begins as usual accompanied by the sunrise and chirping of birds all around but for us the days usually begins with the pile of dreams among which some are brutally shattered, some got fulfilled while remaining get lost at the end of the day.

Talking of relations, I must say that in this fast moving mob they are certainly loosing their identity. In search of a beginning in harmony with the betterment of life generally one leads into an unavoidable end and at last he couldn’t find the same. Sometimes the situations become so complicated that life seems to be overruling the expectations of his own conscience. The relation between man and his expectations is somewhat same as that of the pair of rails of the railway track. The two rails remains apart from each other for a along time and when they somehow manage to meet, they changes the direction or way of the train, just like when man meets his expectation causes deviation in the flow of his life.

The word ‘beginning’ is synonymously related to all the words such as originate, start, birth, sprout, etc. Most of these leads to the happiness in life. Though some beginning have sad phase too. When anything new happens in our life, we ought to find it very strange but as the time passes this strangeness transformed into a habit. Thus, during this period we do not have much emphasis on the end associated with that new thing which is waiting for its turn. Under the influence of the utter joy that we have due to the beginning of anything we usually do not think of the end of it, the end which cannot be denied. Everything that is meant to begin must have an end accordingly. But under the glitters, joy, happiness of such beginnings we certainly forgot to count the importance of these ends.

to be continued....(wait for my next post)