An Old Man on the Porch

He is 7 years old maybe, mere orange furnished colour on the anatomy, fairly looking eyes and a big bright face.
He walks in grace, leads his peers in the toughest of terrains and furious of the rains.
He is an old man on the porch resting on his big mind, below the shade underneath humans' visions that sets him displace his throne.
He is a night prowler, every rise in another dark pace.
He is a friend, near and dear, exemplary compliment since times, a security men ruling across the pendent, all designed in money and pride.
He is the hero of his story, his mandate presence made the mystery more applaudable, a world where wests swims into easts and be friends, friends forever.
He is old, yet his throne is inevitable, beyond all lessons thus he stays and coexist and leaves fierce flights in dust....
He is a dog, mine a street borne,the best companion of all times, standing still in generosity, well a God's own gift wrapped in essence of pure love!

Acoustic Guitar Strumming By Me!

How's one fall weak?

Sit back and watch, all so lonely and all so weak...
A tired horse out of the race course , shredding memories of his glories and watching that all going...
Swift snoring out the passions indeed which ones looked back seemed legit but...

Behind every observation is a clear practical implementation, every single detail has been traced and none of the tracks are derailed...

Henceforth, every little hesitation has a clear demand of gaining pure majority and such evidence that followed locked minds and infuriated souls shall stick aside the serious notes and shall thereby suspend the senerioty of submission...

Not every single soul is admirable, only one with onus of style found in all odds of the fall shall be able to trace the real face of weakness...

And the one who finds the weakness and unable to apprehend the finest of the souls shall fall in another weak and have the courtesy to stay resting and staying silent in the nest of cowardness...

Here's how one fall weaker with every second moving on and on...

February Once Again!

Tonight I don't want to explain or try imagine and engrave on the canvas of a digital enterprise through the words of a helpless poet all in the respect of a due perspective...
No!!!

After losing one such post while composing, I tried to marginalise some minor interconnected facts all in the context of a little period of thought process...

Today during my cycle ride, I rode my cycle for about 10 kms in and around the city. Music on, top gears and paddles high, a view so extra special and highlighting , an adventure so escalating.... sorry! I started imagining!!!
On my ride, I drew a minor boundary of me and mine... a win and a loss... a day and a night... a quest and a dream.... a heart and a stone... and much more...
Why not put the things onto test?
My this little question on hunt in this little world!!!

Oh! The night is on... switched on... I am going to sleep... you also go... we will discuss it tomorrow...

Infinite

Paper seeming lessons are there on the desk setting up learning altogether... all you know is let yourself learn and lean inside your mind, think twice and thrice but nothing great than nothing is achieved...

Infinite indefinite maestros are to set up solid lessons...

I am indefinite to what should say and act buttt nothing is less than a time to act...

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!