a poem by me "...till I die"

 "heard this quite often but never ever tried,

  that ‘life is too short, just go and live it high.’

 

  almost fallible that urged to be rectified,

  wish to live life a bit differently, till I die…

 

  imaginations to be freed and ideas to let fly,

  dreams to be ignited and passions to diversify.

  

  egos to get buried and sorrows to be dried,

  wish to quench the life’s thirst wholly, till I die…

 

  that past has gone and the future is unknown,

  on this life’s canvas, my existence is yet to be drawn.

 

  goals to be achieved even before that last try,

  wish to prove my life’s meaning once, till I die…

 

  the unknown fear of mine needs to be cured,

  want to play my music once in order to listen that 'galore roar'

 

  wants to cultivate my literary efforts, 
  before the cloud of thoughts goes dry,  

  
  wish to relive those childhood dreams again, 
  before I finally shut my eyes…"

 - unbound mohit

A poem by me..."wOrtHy dEaTH"

"and the day came silently
                           of your final goodbye
 and I am still searching for your presence
                           with those tears dry.

 where have you gone,
                          it's impossible to drive an estimation,
 but I can be assured, it's 'Heaven'
                          that's your final destination.

 bowing down empty handed
                          with a bag of mixed emotions,
 wondering is it life or death ?
                          which has gained here, the domination.

 colossal was the pains,
                          and life's hard till your last breath,
 for others it may be a life lost,
                          but for you it's a 'worthy death'.

 no-one could comprehend
                          the dimension of your unending pains,  
 although now, the swing of your life's pendulum
                          couldn't be regained.

 you played well, the role of your life
                          with lots of good deeds
 still it'd terminated in this way,
                          maybe it's due to god's own 'greed'.

 your life was a burden, still you fought undefeated
                          till the last breath,
 for others it may be a life lost,
                          but for you it's truly a 'worthy death'..."


<^> dedicated to all those who lost upon a bit sooner, demanding mercy death to get rid of their         never ending pains...forever

-unbound mohit















 

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a poem by me..."Colourblind"

 "in search of an existence, 
                                 that'd almost sublimed,
the true meaning of my innerself  
                                 is yet to be defined.

don't you be prejudice about me, 
                                atleast for this mankind
although I am colour, but for humanity's sake 
                                its better to be a colourblind.

neither restrict me within those borders 
                                nor into your minds,
just as yours, even my birth is possible, 
                                together when my blend got binds.

neither conclude any pessimistic implication of mine 
                                as it can't be named,
nor fill me in your pictures of hatred  
                                as the same couldn't be framed.

do not search hatred, into my 
                                different hue and shades,
recognize my true character 
                                before the colour of humanity fades.


I do not belong to any religion,  
                                nor I do own any race
I am boundless like that sky 
                                that do not have a defined face.


do not classify me into violent names, 
                                that cause mankind to extirpate
leave me with my unbound existence, 
                                before I appear as a reason to hate.


paint your hearts with me 
                                but not your discriminative minds,
so what I am colour but for humanity's sake 
                                its better to be a colourblind.


-unbound mohit


 

A Poem by me, "...goLDen dAys"

"A recurrent dream broken and I got awake,
felt disquiet, figuring difference between real and fake.

that dream was nothing but the reflectance of those days,
when worries holds' no meaning but happiness always embrace.

when thoughts were unbiased and imaginations were real,
even those ideas were pure and the virtues ideal.

when winning and loosing were synonymous of smile and tear
when life carries everything except hatred and fear.

neither religion was important nor caste and creed,
when notions blew from heart as minds remain freed.

where competing with friends was just a part of game,
even on being seriously hurt while playing, nobody ought to blame.

where winning even peanuts equals conquering the earth,
where neither 'me' nor 'you' but the word 'we' holds the worth.

where innocence and stubbornness both plays within veil,
no matter whatever the condition, where truth always prevail.

when smiles were chased as the flower by the bugs,
when life of the sorrow remains until the mother hugs.

now how much I miss them remains hard to measure,
all I've left in hand now are those bunch of moments' treasure.

still wondering how and what to pay...?
in order to relive back those true golden days."


-unbound mohit

day's thought...

"Although, it seems that each day of my life is a last day of mine entire life spent, but still i consider it as the first day of my remaining life ahead..."


-unbound mohit

Poem by me, "i'll be back one day..."

This is a poetic plea of a boyfriend who is on his way to God's house leaving behind his cold body, to her girlfriend for not able to see her face for the last time. The girl waited for him for a long and turned back angrily without even knowing that his boy has just died in an road accident, while he was on his way to meet her...may be for the last time.

"Yet another day fades down in a dusky way,
I am still speechless, I don't know what to say.

I am walking on a path that seems so dry,
though feeling like a numb but will not going to cry.

this endless path is taking me along in such a way,
wondering if I could be back to you on any day.

forgive me love and please don't cry,
may be in any form but I'll be back one day...

Neither feel alone nor feel betrayed,
don't look towards that road, as those footprints will going to fade.

I'll shower myself on you whenever those clouds goes blue,
just feel my inevitable presence, I am always with you.

may be you can't see me, even with your vision's deep,
but I'll appear as a naive dream, whenever you'll going to sleep.

those days were golden, when we got paired,
I'll try to fulfill those promises and dreams, that together we've shared.

my death is not an end, I'll prove it one day,
may be in the form of air you respire, but I'll be back to you one day..."


-unboundmohit