Hope

The roads are
getting narrower
My pace is
also getting slower
I have promises to keep
thus can't sit
I have to walk, walk alone
else can't quit..

Unbound ©

Kashmir Cured

I was on ventilator,
dying slowly
although breathing
but with pounding beats

they were trying
to make sure
I shouldn't stand again
but destiny wants me stay alive

burning within
has became routine
weeping shattered
I managed to be there

I wanted to be alive
I too want to breath free
Maybe the medicine
meant for my recovery is missing

I am feeling better now
I am feeling liberated
I filled the gap and plug
the space where I belong

My name has
a meaning now
coz I've been treated
the valley will flourish soon
they called me 'Kashmir'

Re-United & Cured !

यही तो अंत है

खड़ा हूं वहां
जहां सब दिख रहा है
क्या नहीं है आज
जो ना बिक रहा है

बोझिल सा खुद को लिए
हर कोई चल रहा है तन के
मरणासन्न मस्तिष्क में पलते
अहंकार खुद ही के मन्न के

ज्ञान बिकता हर ओर
फिर भी कम सा क्यूं लगता
जो सब में दुंढे वो अक्सर
वो खुद में क्यों ना दिखता

बोली लगती जज़्बातों की
बिक चला अब हर इंसान
खोखले अस्तित्व को लिए फिरे
रखता समेटे झूठी शान

कमी नहीं है कुछ भी
फिर भी हाथ खाली ही दिखते
पता नहीं पाना क्या है फिर भी
सपने धीमी आंच पर ही सकते

कमजोर पे हावी होना
आज भी उसकी कमजोरी है
गलती से भी गलती ना दिखे
साफ नहीं पर दिखना ज़रूरी है

जाने किस हिसाब में है फसा
बिगाड़े खुद का खाता
बढ़ रही है दूरियां खुद से
जाने क्यूं नजर नहीं आता

वक़्त तो कभी कम ना था
ज़रूरतें ही हैं जो ना होती पूरी
फसा रहता खत्म होते सब्र में
वो जीता ज़िन्दगी कब से अधूरी

खुद से खुद में बढ़ता
जाने ये कैसा द्वंद है
ज़िद से आता थोड़ा जल्दी में
धूमिल सा दिखे यही तो अंत है

Unbound

Unjustified !

I am running around,

running in a hurry

I am pressing myself,

living in a worry

A worry exist in my conscience,

invisibly free

Like a burden always,

it remains unaccustomed to me.

I am crying,

don’t know for what

Love, joy & care

is to be invariably sought  

My feet are tied,

tied with a rope of hypocrisy         

Guilty I am maybe,

so is my mind’s autocracy

I’ve let the world ruled me,

rule within thy odd

I’ve existed although,

with a reason unknown to God

Competing with whom,

Who has beaten me,

Probing for what,

Holding back my unfolded glee

Life is just life

nothing else could replace it

Desperate I am trying,

to live it’s each n every bit

Standing now alone,

Under thy dusky blue

Carrying a promise to myself

to liberate my soul through

Nervous but unshaken,

My body is turning cold

Closing my eyes gradually

Protecting all my lies untold.   

-Unbound ©

O life..where are you?

I still remember those childhood days, when I first been to Mumbai (earlier in those days 'Bombay' I suppose). It was really a feeling mixed with curiosity n excitement. I was so very fascinated with this word 'Bombay' that on seeing it first time through a small orifice as our train reaches platform, I literally felt that I might be into my dreams...We hired a taxi, and started exploring the city. Juhu beach, Haji ali, Siddhi Vinayak, Churchgate, Nehru's planetarium, Bacchan's house, and many more added into our wish n finally visit list. Long walks at marine drive into the shadow of Bombay's drizzling has certainly added a mesmerising flavour into our visit. Spending n earning hours of unforgettable moments, sometimes anxious, sometimes being carefree.

Now I am grown up, a so called responsible professional. Few weeks ago I visited "Mumbai". This time the city looked an absolute alien to me or maybe myself to this city. I got my air tickets well in advance into my inbox, I was welcomed by a chauffeur on the Airport. No any name written on the airport fascinated me this time. The taxi has taken me to my destination. I attended the meeting, returned and finally stuck in the midst of Mumbai's heavy traffic resulted due to the so called & partly known Mumbai's drizzling. I was desperately waiting to reach airport even though I've ample time to spend. What actually I was ignoring is the same fascinating city of my childhood.
I reached airport, the flight was delayed due to bad weather. I was sitting in the waiting area and watching showers through a glass pane. I've spent a full day in Mumbai and did not bothered to view this city through my childhood eyes. I was not missing the city but the eagerness n curiosity of my childhood. I was wondering, 'what are we achieving by loosing what?'
Maybe life has got a meaning, a meaning unknown to me.
Or rather those meaningless childhood days were far better...
Suddenly this beautiful feeling has been paused with the announcement, "Passengers boarding flight AI 101 are requested to report at gate no....."

‪#‎Olifewhereareyou

Small packets counts: Thought or Happiness

For a writer, his thoughts are something that matters most. It’s not every time that a writer can write anything beyond his own thoughts. Whereas the process of thought generation is too intricate, and is also differs from one mind to other. Thoughts often being provoked at times when a writer is going through a state where he could not able to either capture or execute them by penning down, until n unless if he is a real expert in doing so. Amateur writers like me barely know how to master this art. From past few months, I am becoming too lenient towards those small naïve thoughts being popped up into my mind every now or then and eventually being volatilized to nowhere.

Just like these volatile thoughts, small packets of happiness that comes to our way also hold the same importance and significance into our lives. If we linger on to wait for a big one to come to our way ignoring those small packets of thought or happiness that sprout daily within or across us, we will continue to fail in capturing them to finally making it big.

It is a common tendency of we humans that we never concentrate on what small is being offered to us in present but always seek for & expect what big will come to us in future. With this we ends up in total failure neither being able to live those small packets nor able to meet our expectations from future.  In order to cherish life and become a good writer indeed, we must soon master this art of capturing and enjoying each n every small meaningful packet of our lives to its fullest.

Last night this thought strikes me, somehow I’ve able to pen it down today…mastering the art? maybe!!                               

desperate notion !

Everyone is going crazy these days, don't know why but probably due to changing faces of humanity. Life was not always the way it is going on nowadays. Emotions seems to be draining out of the inner self, as if they hadn't existed for ever. Who is listening, who is watching here, are we really being afraid of anyone? Maybe no! Insane, rude, ridicule, insecure are few gestures which are quite common n often with what humanity is going through. Trailing all the way behind....sinking slowly!

road to faith...

"There exists a virtual road in each n everyone's life, a road that loves journey not the destination. A road which is neither discriminative nor allows any sought of discrimination. This road originates from an unbiased & virgin heart which is independent of critisism and filled with the free flowing unorthodox thoughts. The road to faith do not possess an ending point, yet it encircles one's life completely.

Faith is nothing but a feeling filled with belief in something your heart thinks is right. God & faith always complements each other, where there is faith, there is God & where there is God, there exist faith. Road to faith is always hard to find but easy to drive, once you connect yourself to it. It does not have any barriers of caste & creed, blocks of forced religions & checks of biased sprituality through. 

For a barren land, a hopeful farmer use to travel his road to faith daily, in order to sow the seeds beneath the intense sun. Yet no one knows, someday his stubbornness will fetch the sprouts within the land to prosper"

Catch your road to faith & Be faithful to the one, who holds his/her faith in you. Thus, certainly you'll find your God on your way...someday !  

April's first drizzling...

April's first drizzling welcomed us this early morning, when we woke up.  Although it was just a drizzling but it was enough to quench the thirst of a monsoon lover. This day seems to be a bit different from the other April days. Everything around us was looking as fresh as to be new. That magical silence of early morning was being broken by those rain drops around. It seems that the mesmerizing smell of wet mud has filled the remaining space between us & nature.

Before I drown completely within the ecstasy of this morning, soon some questions strummed the chords of my mind, such as "What are we running for in this life's race?” “Is there exist any endpoint to it”, “do we really know the purpose of our being?” and many more. Further, before I dive into this ocean of questions raised within my inner self, I was deflected by her. She was wearing the same sweet smile on her face, which I love to see always. It seems that her smile has given me an answer of all those untamed questions, which were floating within my mind.

"Life is good, don't waste it running around seeking for something you actually not require anyways. Take a break and live your life not for mere living but for exploring it all around of yourself, every day to extract each n every bit of it that exist, before your soul finally leave your disposable body"

As the morning progressed for me, I came across a situation where a father is struggling to convince his kid, who is not willing to listen to him and don't want to leave his bed and certainly don't want to go to his school either.

...here the father is 'me' and the kid is my 'wife'! She often does that but like a smart father I made to convince her every time. But overall it was one of a great start to a day of my life.

Signing off for now,

will return soon with more updates on the coming monsoon!

Sayonara !

Reaching office early...

So, I've started reaching my office a bit early from my normal schedule, since I use to drop her daily to her school that lies in the way to my office. Reaching office early, helped me in some manner to explore something that I've never experienced in my entire professional journey. It is due to our lost upon attitude onto a place with which we ought to ignore the voice of our internal psyche that tends to connect itself with that place, in order to offer us something so special that we've never ever thought of.  We usually tends to ignore things around us being involved unnecessarily to something which are neither so important nor adds anything to our thoughts.

    A totally different environment of my office in the early hours is equivalent to 'how our earth looks to be in the early days before the final invading of humans onto it. Pure, peaceful, unbiased, unmaterialistic, innocent, respectful...are some expressions which fills the vacant ambience of my office in those early hours. Although, some people do present too into this ambience but I do not consider them to be those invading humans as they are the part of the expressions written above. The contributions of housekeeping people, the security guards, the pest control person, the helpers are something that gives my office a different feel into these early hours. 

   My day in my office starts once, I use to enter from the main gate, people all around wishes me and continue to do their respective works. Many people out of those mentioned above likes to convey their problems, ideas, and most of all 'respect' to me. It's a great feeling to know that the people to whom you interact very rarely, cares for you and respects you a lot. This is what I've felt and explored reaching office in the early hours, when people who works under some influence carrying that allocated fear of invading humans, use to share a bit of their lives and their respect with me. This is a feeling which makes you feel that respect is something, you cannot buy, snatch, ask, or force, it needs to be 'earned' rather.

Signing off with the pride of being a part of this world, unruled, unbiased...

Action speaks... !

A true life lived is all about justifying the worth of one’s existence and the existence stands justified by one’s attitude towards the deeds and not statements he perform or deliver in his entire life. It is a fact that Action speaks louder than what a word do.

Nowadays society seems to be deaf towards what one has said, but actions seems to be visible clearly into every segment of society and does last long too. It happens normally that the things one has said sublime much quickly with the time compared to the deeds one has performed. The age of words in this continuously moving world is very short and certainly ends up being lost upon somewhere amidst.

On the other hand, the impact of actions one has delivered is very penetrating and visible. Actions always overrule the words. An Action resembles to a sound that burst out into a valley followed by a series of resonating echoes. Here the sound is an action and the resonating echoes are the impacts produced by that action that remains in a valley for much longer. Whereas a word resembles to that whisper which originates from one’s mouth and ends into someone’s ear and thus dies forever.    

Signing off now with this,

"Drive your words into actions or let your actions drive into those pessimistic words of this world...forever"

God & I: Is a Human exactly being!

It happens; often sometimes you feel that someone else is driving you, your thoughts, your actions and many other things that connect you to the life. Is it because we are governed by some external force? The answer is not exactly, since for many, life is flowing free into a skeptical mirage.

   Like an unending quest, we all are moving away as if we are the only masters of our own destiny. The level of confidence is pouring out as if it has started dominating our own lives. Continuously our beliefs are fading out, turning into a pessimistic & dominating feeling of ‘I’ over ‘We’. Forgetting, that our existence is nothing without a pure soul, that is lying deep beneath the debris of many illusive characters that we play across. The ones who’d forgotten the true cause of their being, their beliefs into the source from where they’d derived, are the ones who often found neglecting & ignoring the existence of any driving force in their lives.  

   Normally people think that our bodies are carrying soul, but actually a soul is carrying a disposable body. It’s like a temporary identity provided to us, in order to play our role.

God is not a character, neither a name; it is like a feeling, a belief, rather an owner to which our souls belong. In a form of an unseen energy, it surrounds each and every individual who thinks that they are still alive. And surely sometimes, this energy drives us too in our moments of despair.        

   I had a belief that God is everywhere; all you require is that sense by which you can assume his presence. Small or big, God’s miracles do happen into our day to day lives, and yes I even agree that most of them go unnoticed. Human race is turning selfish each day and we all are somehow getting soaked into the juice of materialism either.

  May a day come, when a human will certainly come to know the real purpose of his being !

-unboundmohit ©    

Blended forever !!

Somewhere away, a place so far

There exists a soul hive

On the road to earth, a soul began

soon its journey, from that hive to thrive.

  

The soul then, assumes existence

On completing its voyage through,

Relations form thus, being profound

As soon this soul, began to grew.   

No-one knows what left behind

Within that hive far way,

A mate for life, a meaning of love      

A soul is waiting, to get freed away.

To begin its journey

to walk down the same path,

This soul is set, to meet his mate

and thus to take, a love bath.

Moments flourish, suspense ends

Those souls meet when, after a long wait

Thus to start a journey together,           

wearing new identity, being ‘the Soul Mates’.

Within the quarrels, into the promises

Moments piled slowly, with the time’s glue

Being together, those souls evolved

To let their soul of togetherness flew

In their new journey amid,

Those souls remain unbiased

Irrespective of their disposable bodies

They rose in love, to reach the highest  

Into the infinite universe,

Away from that hive, however

Those souls melt down within   

to become one, being blended forever!

-unboundmohit ©

(Dedicated to all those souls, who are celebrating their lives, with their mates, being blended forever)

On his last but not the least 200th test match

It takes ages to bring out the true essence of your life and the reflectance of something you are passionate for, right from your deep within. Your passion is something that makes you stand away from the rest of the world, setting and leading by an example.

Real passion is very rarely seen and so is the passionate, ‘Sachin Tendulkar’ is few of them, who lived for his passion and lived his passion to the fullest !     

                        

-Stay Passionate for whatever you are for…  

-unbound ©

Subliming humanity !

Slowly and gradually, this world is turning into a pessimistic mirage.

Humanity is subliming as if it has never ever existed amidst.

‘Fakeism’ is overlapping being dominant enough to engulfing every bit of reality.

People are living with the paralyzed thoughts soaked into the juice of materialism.

Is it a beginning of an end….? Maybe !!

Chase dream, laugh loudly, live passions, hate less, help more, spread love, wear smile, sing along, pour music, paint souls, cherish moments, ignite ideas, fly high, respect ground... just to represent here, what for you actually are,                           'a human' !

Lost within...

A bit separate, but close we are
Stayed away, still not so far
Laugh alone, even cried hard
Being desperate, we stood apart

Some thought we’ve fallen,
Into a love of first sight
We told, we raised either,
Once when our heart, knocked from right

A dream to spare,
A gesture to share
Together with you, I can relive
My stubborn moments of despair

Thus the moment is caught when we,
Met lastly on a fine day
To begin our soulful journey amid,
To end that despairing delay

Our affectionate souls are melting
Into the warmth of ecstasy
My breath rhyming with yours
Heart beats merging within, being Poesy    

Drowning deep within you,
I am searching down the lost me
So desperate to pluck the love fruit,
From our new life’s naïve tree

On an unknown road unseen
I am moving away, deep into blue
I am sure about, being least afraid
As my destination is with me, that’s you.

Emotions spurring amidst
Our introvert gaps are turning thin
Don’t know how, when and where
Certainly into each other, we’ve lost within!


(Dedicated to our moments of love)

-unboundmohit ©

Acid Rain !

Her father’s princess,

innocent she is

before turning numb

letting her innerself freeze

The morning went to dusk

soon for her, that day

when she stepped out to move,

to be an unfortunate prey

Dark clouds of hatred,

aroused few manly insane

who on being refused by her,

attacked her with the ‘Acid rain’

A mere ‘No’ is what,

She finally paid for

For the rest of her life, she left

resisted to regain, her lost adore

Her blue eyes now,

doesn’t hold any vision

filled with those desperate tears

due to an obvious reason

Within a blink of an eye

she lost everything, she possess

though fighting within

to get back her social access 

‘Grow up’ is the term

for all, who still conceive

that love respect is something    

which can forcibly, be achieved       

Neither a law, nor a nation

can stop such brutality,

Only a self-awaken reform

can change that stubborn & impaired mentality.

Dedicated to all those unfortunate girls, who've gone thorugh an acid attack !

-unboundmohit ©

God Only Knows !

"The day was black,

When that cloud got burst

Not to nurture humans

But to quench God’s own thirst

A wave arouse from nowhere 

Washed away everything,

It seems as if it’s nothing, but

A mournful end of a desperate beginning

That wave last for few hours

But, ensuing ruins will last forever

Where numb lives are pleading amidst

Lying together, being attended never

Missing identities narrating devastation

The valley echoed with cry.

Chaos dispersed all around

Waiting amid, for the wave to dry      

Massacre shattered the temple through,

But that deity able to resist

So what, worship lost for a while

Thy faith around still exists. 

Into the God’s valley, nothing left

Except a blurred ray to show,

The path of mankind rehabilitation

Somewhere someday, God only knows" 

A poetic tribute to all who are missing, departed and survived

the Nature’s Catastrophe at Kedarnath, Uttarakhand on June 18th

-unboundmohit ©

A dusky girl !

On her lips, she always carries

A joyful gesture, a curvy thing

She speaks less, listen more

And veil, a lot more things within

A dusky girl with her eyes awake,

Looks more real and less fake,

Sometime lost, well it is true

Looks as if, she won’t have a clue   

Girls flaunts their beauty,

She flaunts her innocence

Girls seeks for sense of humour

She presents her humorous sense.

A nice human being

And a friend so worthy,

A humble girl, who is  
less sensitive and more sturdy.  

    

-unboundmohit ©