wOrDS...

"Words often lost themselves in contrary states... they makes us speechless when in love while let you stand crumbled within agony..."

 

        '...although life is all about expressing words, yet we tend to remain unexpressed at times whenever needed.'

 

-unbound mohit 

 

a poem by me..." mOthER..."

People talk of god, it may seems true
But I haven’t seen him, even within that nature’s hue

When I woke up in this world, which was full of blue
I saw my own god there…oh 'Mother' it’s you.

You passed sleepless nights, to ensure my silent sleep
You took colossal pains for me, and does not ever weep.

You teach me how to walk, in this world full of snag
And turned a human out of me, even within that pessimistic drag

I am not worried like others, to meet that invisible god,
As I’d already met you, while my life’s pendulum nod.

Now it’s fairly impossible for me, to derive your existence’s worth
thus I pray to that invisible for you, to be my mother even upon my rebirth.

Love you mom…

thought of the day...!

'do or die but never ever cry,
do it before you die, but atleast before that last try...'

keep it on !

uNbouND mOhIT...

i give up...

"keep on walking, never give up,
 this is a road to nowhere, that seems so rough

 have faith in your innerself and make yourself tough,
 the destination waits for those, who never say's...i give up !

 true are your deeds and strength's high,
 need is to explore it, to instigate a wingless fly

to be continued...

My literary salute to the citizens of Japan, who survived that monster;

"Will rise again after that unanticipated fall,
Although now I’ve learn't to remain stand tall.

... All it matters now is, how calmly I strive !
in the midst of those odds, humanity will soon thrive"

-unboundmohit

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