Following Past

Where we stood to a perfect life ahead, there stood examples that put the latter away. Openly it makes it makes it presence felt, its results acknowledged, and its planning known.
How far can we stood to fight and even to make clear ways to our destinations.
Like counting mistakes have come true, similarly repeating mistakes even did true.
All that seems walking along is really walking along and taking us to negative directions.
All that the wishes that came true, but at points such separable.
All that seems a little unfair with deeds that let's decide unplanned possibilities.
With no possible state of style, no possible mannerism, loss of stability, lack of professionalism, mere plans, unsound predicable possibilities and nevertheless to advent, its matter of endless debates.

Since, they have no voice, no is the answer to every question that comes after mere advent.

Where we stand weak is where we leave to perform, all that meets similar approach!

Minor is the conclusion that suddenly struck the mind, its confusion drifted by the unknown support, worthy destiny and mere questionnaire.

End up here where no one stands openly spread the hands before , protect the integrity, revive the words, live the challenge and drift the world!

Thats Seems a Little Simple!

Like it was raining last night, the next day you woke up, it was shining, a morning a little cool and clear, like winters pride woke up altogether with you.

Rain is not a culprit in this little story, its a change, a fundamental reality of weather, that water falls from silver rough sky, thunderstorms, some soft and some ferocious, a little adventurous phenomenon to understand!
But it our manner to outshine the sun as a source of enlightenment and encouragement.

Its just that simple to know the difference between the two, and similarly to know the outcome of the two, and even the prediction of any of them.



Turn up to Music! Yeah!
Love Music! Mostly DJ MIXES i expect for!
But when Music meets Distance, its always a whole story for every single journey. I take such journeys on my bicycle over merely long distance over my city, sometimes villages and some cities, and to no surprise it always proves to be a rememberable journeys.

Its just that simple, a simple flavour of music and paddling, but always the weather being the evil!
Being my cycle without the mudguards, always spill out of the road, expectedly on my shirt! The sun, it makes me sweating around with music!

So, both the things didn't seem the same? Both the rain, the sun is an evil!
Often, that happens, its a known fact to know the beneath of some matters, some inferences, may or may not, let you decide which ones could be somewhat helpful to you.

Know That Manner

I had a silent question in my heart.
That silently wants to answer aloud.
I know the manner, have the gun, know the shot, but not the right time to fire...

Untrained Professionals

What you know about aggressiveness , what you know about the timid and enthralled illusions of the magicians over the world?
They are in millions , billions and trillions.
Spread across the horizons of the world, they have faces, they bodies divided by gender, divided by borders, divided by caste, colour and creed, divided by minds and divided by one and one after the another...

They are Humans- All untrained profession in their lives.

Taking my individual case, in these millions , billions and trillions.
I am found in me not in first sights, not in words, not in works and even not in me.
Because I am lost, my professionalism nowhere, I am me I seem nowhere, my statue walks around the world...
On my face I hold my attitude my individualism borne, my formalism, and me myself altogether lying over millions of unpatched spots like dungeons of underground super priorities , its somewhere here.

Untrained professionalism lies betrayed on positive sites and else the strength lies carved in barks of shadowed willows spread across the visionary and imaginary skies.

I can't hold my ear to listen to world, they lay suffering, and I pass like one of the flow running over the rivers to the seas.

You know how that could be? I have told what I wanted to speak... and now that will be what I can speak...

I command the world, I teach them how to , and what not to, I learn myself and find myself in me, I can read the world, I can conquer the rest and I can win.

Where there's no ways, will be I , my shallow end be earth and height will be sky.

Witty Spectacles

All those who have this, will have something to say.
They know they can if they can see what they know.
Even no to the pause held altogether between two ears.
Tied thread from end to another , a taste of wisdom.
Apt touch that glass, its magical vision.
Through eyes and clear the world apart appears.
Silver golden could it be, as money you throw.
Bold rainbow could it be, as coins you throw.
No sweats its intelligence mesmerized .
Mirror weak it can't hold on, long as ages go on.
That sharp lens knows the path, destined.
That blue green shades set on lore sparkling.
Take em' together , forget get yourself lost.
Between blur world and dark destiny!

Yetesh Sharma

What That Means?

Days apart when made a thought of something if can do, desperate air that made that true.
Believe in something unreal, some practical words coming through and acting along the sphere.
Walk and run on steps bit by bit for it to touch bate once charming glare.
To proportion to complete the short of late, strucked to think and remake.
Once that meaned sooner that a stake, later found some missing plates.
To hear unsound through ears rounded and put in place, to listen through red pumps as it makes.
I want no facts to explain, my words force the same, me held apace atlast a place.
Poison that my fingers hold yet an apllause to name it made, I hold me myself unique alike to fame, yet me myself insane....

Market

Unless I have an illusion, the world doesn't believe what had happened.
That when happened seems unremarkable in my side then.
I have sweats but I have lost them once, twice and thrice in the race of fame.
To no cuts have cut my blind day where there's drizzle through shining rain.
All shore do stand like pumpkin , my older time had prospous leddings.
Wrapped in yellow tiffins with shirly cartoons with rounded corners and smiling waves.
Unpaured one touch of smile, only one, just one behind that mapping stage.

Living me Y.K a folded hands pray,
On steps on doors that looked my way.

Name maniac unique it stand,
Prose eyes that mate apprend.

Soured limbs icy blue bloods,
Athletes firing browny muds.

Lend tears and borrow waters,
No rains furnish the wood cutters.

Oh dearie pleasant surprise to hold,
Till time telling the timings bold.

Rush through mere deserts away,
Mere footsteps that lend presence stay.

Markets lapping proud and play,
Milky stuff shutting straight and stray.