Hardships cannot DETER a REBEL....

It must be Hard,
to be alone in a crowd of Peers
to be the target of all their jeers
and long for a day when you gain their respect
instead of the pity and slights that you get......

It must be Hard,
for a REBEL to be a guided sheep
for a WARRIOR to lose, to Break, to Weep
to wish for a Chance to FIGHT that Battle again
to wish to Break FREE of all Bonds and Chains......

It must be Hard,
to be in Love and not even know it
to want something Bad and not even Show it
if only they knew what you had in your Heart
if only it wasn't too Late to Start......

It must be Hard,
to be the Ice Queen in the Fires of Hell
among the Angels, be the Naughty and fell
to be a Person that nobody understands
to Smile in a Crowd that you cannot Stand......

It must be Hard,
to have Heard but not Confesed
to Pray but not be Blessed
To NOT have Loved, Yet have LOST
to have gained Nothing at high Cost......

Hardships, Questions, Up's & Downs,
joys and sorrows, smile and frowns,
Strange how we Blame Fate and Destiny,
when LIFE's only as Hard as we make it to be.

Yeh Duniyan agar mil bhi jayein to Kya Hain?

Yeh Mehelon, Yeh Takhton
Yeh Tajon ki Duniyan......

Yeh Insaan ke dushman
Samajon ki Duniyan.......

Yeh Daulat ke Bhunkhen
Rivajon ki Duniyan.......

Yeh Duniyan agar mil bhi jayein to Kya Hain?
Yeh Duniyan agar mil bhi jayein to Kya Hain?

References:

1. "Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye"

Rafi, Mohammed, performer. "Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye". Pyaasa, Guru Dutt Films, 1957.

SILENCE........

Mistaken are those who imagine,
that Silence is without life
that it is inanimate
without either Spirit or Voice.

It is not.

Indeed the word is to this Silence
What the Shadow is to the Foreshadowed
What the veil is to the eyes
What the mind is to truth
What Language is to LIFE......

Reference:

1. Ghosh, Amitav. The Calcutta Chromosome: A Novel of Fevers, Delirium, and Discovery. Penguin Books, 2008.

Do I have the Heart To Feel?

Do I have the heart to feel?
Or just the eyes to see?
Did I ever realize then
That this is how it will be?


There’s so much of pain
Yet, tears don’t emerge
I can heal them all
Is what the mind doesn’t urge.


Helplessness is all around
The heart’s becoming insensitive.
To discover the magical healer,
The mind’s getting inquisitive.


Are we supposed to live?
If life isn’t worth living,
If it isn’t worth a dime,
Is life worth giving?


The Creator is cruel
For he’s wasted lives,
He’s made the heart beat
With money on which it thrives.


There’s so much of sorrow
Should I see and be blind?
Where in this unjust world
The cure for it I’ll find?


What’s the point in being
If I can’t help people?
What’s the point in drugs
If diseases remain ample?


Why should I think so much
When others don’t give a thought?
Or have they faced this dilemma
And just left it unthought?


Maybe, it will be the same
As time will go by,
As a practitioner I will be,
The emotions out will fly.