My Story 2014

upon my life a mere glimpse is enough,
A beautifully encrafted elegance once merged.
Purely handwritten within books of heaven,
Bidding even errors arising from nowhere.

Once could there be a voice, I never knew,
Could set heart shredding into pieces.
Of fortune that forms rainbow with seven bands,
So, how let my story hidden under wooden carves?

Look! Like I know the one since once,
I never know one could believe its true.
On first pages of my story dreams went true,
It never wanted to be, but...

Now since In a little corner of memories,
Your silent voice seem chanting the same.
The story baseless, helpless and boundless,
Upon my wrist that nothing rests upon.

Know your place bit far away, no less could it be,
That this world is nothing less to get trodden.
As nothing that wants to get true,
A helpless word waive millions of expectations.

Could something upon time that could be true,
For the time that ran away from nowhere.
Yet if one listens to the one who throbs for an answer,
Shall pour ending to this everlasting extravaganza.

My story, a little of what spend in stories,
One reported in realities, one designed by destinies.
A fine architecture framed by a famous almighty,
Best known by a mere glimpse!

New Year 2014

And here ladies and gentleman, we present you the most awaited year of all times, Mr.2014!
In the young dreams, I imagined how could the year 2014 look like?
I would have grown up till then, it would be my last year of schooling and all...
Mr. 2014 is undefined yet, the definition of which will be derived with the coming time, always hope for the best!
To the kind notices, we shall admire the auspiciousness of this year, beginning so pleasantly warm here in Hoshiarpur, yet all the seasons pending to flourish...
Three days have passed till tonight, and the flight has taken off!!!
We shall always try the best and hope for the best!
Let's make every time, better than the time it can be!
Happy New Year 2014 bloggers!

Wonders Again!

Little contentment in mind enrolls, where are the beginnings and where are the ends?
Little surprised to realise that all that had happened is the truth!
Little mistaken to recognize the ruling facts, the real facts and dear facts.
Could there be pattern matches every time, none of could it be, where we pull our sticks and raise onto the sky, where that strength could be?
In the midst of the night and blank mind, from where could the words , the thoughts come, if taken the life on the side?
My questions have no roots, no rights to displace the world yet, a little effort to shift from auto correct to real correct.
Nothing that goes pointless seeks pointless efforts, efficient efforts, helpful efforts and strengthened efforts.
With the stream of the words and the everlasting happiness and independence, let's seek the wonders of the life that may not end and that may live for ones own sake!

Converse

And this year's going to end soon... As 2013 is progressing, same do 2014 is coming for.
Blend of fantasy and sarcasm is taking up the role and all the words and places seem rather deepening to complexities and rather anxieties!
Well, to comply on the talk, nothing that seems real and nothing that seems imaginary, well every escort seems the division.... a divider dividing the course, one to another, a U turn to choose for!

In a country where nothing is evident, your blank mind is full of wild imaginary stories, even one scenic expression of duality of individuality...

One guess at a right place , at a right time, one course of question mark? Even a big one!

Converse of life... ha! No! Life itself is beautiful!

Let's take the taste!

Rose

Mist is over heads like foaming, a fear shuddering from head to toe, lest as far as to recognize, breath have some other meanings, to if nothing is real yet complex and imaginary.
To tremble is to feel the course in silence in the midst of music, prose like never had rose to the shore.
A path that have waterways in winters and all to possess is swim to another shore before the evening.
Imagination here is at its peak, for them could be a painting, for another could it be an essay and for another could it be nothing, the one who doesn't seeks this shadow.
Point a finger on them that went wrong yet adjoint to the hearts, pretending to be strangers, alone who sing in their silent rooms.

All I have to say, something rose , through minor levels to upper in lesser times.

Sweet November

And all the times in the world had ended, Only left breath taking a shower. And then suddenly a sun rose up, An early bright morning November. Though tired,bored and restless, Seems a fresh touch of essence. I lie maybe I am confused, Lest the ties are yet not tied! Oh! Never in the history I found, Or in the books scratched on paper. Another chance blinks in me, Like once that had created history. For once that lands on earth, The bubbles of dreams. They come true with you, So only takes up a chance! Nothing else!

The Lift

Take my hand and get up....
Uth badh chalo!

Living at a place with sincerity seems a guest, intelligency a gift and fortune infested nothing seems a perfect way.

Its India, one quotes with a neither some mannerism but I thought how can one fail up take up the challenge?

How can one withdraw, one let it die all alone and a discard the fact as nothing?

Its been a long time since the way is empty and no traces of vehicles has been seen yet. But the person expects once a vehicle that will strew him away, or let him decide how to go up with that.
Kabhi koi ayeaga to dekhange...!

Lift chahiye!
The lift, one such method to get helped, more of less probable in every point of time.

Lift will help definitely, for sure but undoubtedly to a place which he doesn't drives to by himself. He is in control of the another, navigated by another and will have to obey the orders of the other.

None such fact will occur if he owes himself by own.

It helps but none in favour, can be in favour if one considers the same, but if unconsidered can leave him astounded.

To neither fact will he realise the lift and the temporary lift on the vehicle one owed to him for sometime and will have his own back!