Wednesday, December 10, 2014
This whole world isn't inhumane, but some of us are,
And those few ones leave on our face a dishonesty scar,
That's why it is hard for people to believe in other's good intentions,
Coz this world is still full of people with appalling pretentions.
But wait, we should hold on to the rope of hope,
And should believe in the fact that there's still some scope,
Scope of change in the hearts of one who are doomed,
Coz a rose of virtue in their soul can still be bloomed.
Don't you forget there'll always be an end,
From where a new starting will begin.
And together we all will enlighten this world,
With wisdom and faith surrounding them and furled.
There'll always be a friend who will pretend to forget his work at home,
To accompany you outside the class coz he can't see you standing alone.
Though a mongrel strays all day in those ghastly streets,
But even he is able to finds a pack with discrete breeds.
There are some people betrayed by their own,
But some stranger is always there without a heart of stone.
No different is an old man whose love of life is forever gone,
But instead of crying, he smiles recollecting those moments he in past cherished on.
There are siblings fighting whole day long,
And where the elder one bosses others coz he's strong,
But at night in dinner when the supper is served,
He gives his little brother the half cookie he had reserved.
Love is always there around you and me,
We are maybe ignorant or too naive not to see,
And this love is not the one we always seek everywhere,
It's a love of human for a human without fear.
No one asks for deep affection from a paragon you see,
Even a little coo of a dove can make anyone blissfully happy,
Though it might be cloudy all day and sun may have not shone,
But at night the moon comes up to convince us that we are not alone.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
It’s not easy you know
To forget… to forget it that easily
Coz it takes whole lot of something
Something which is undefined.
I think to get back to you,
Every single second of my life,
And dream of having that something again we had
Something which was undefined
But you don’t wanna listen to my plea
Though you say we can be just friends
Of course you can do that easily…maybe
But I can’t just give away my feelings…those feelings so undefined.
I was a culprit in some ways
Though I was never dishonest to you,
You asked me yourself to wait a little or
Either indulge with some other girl… into something undefined
You showed you’d be fine with it, if the latter ever happened
But it turns out- no you are not
What kind of accusation is this?
Some kind which will forever remain undefined
I recall out past memories often, yes I do that many time
And a smile grows in my face but fades in due time
Coz I know your heart has gone cold
Somewhat kinda a stone undefined
How can you be so brute that even my apologies went in vain?
This denial my dear something brings unbearable pain
Why are you doing this to me?
Doing that something which is undefined.
I won’t ever ask you for more coz I don’t have that right to do
But if some corner of your heart still beats for me
Just give it back… give it back coz it’s a part of my lost ark
That lonely part whose beats are undefined
At last I would say- I am not like what you think of me
And I can be whatever you want me to be
But please don’t break our concord… no, not like this
Not in such way, so unseemly undefined
I want this to reach to you… reach you in some way
I want you to know who I really am… the real in me that stays
Stays there until and unless it breaks me as whole
And change me into an undefined soul
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
The valley of flowers located in the state of uttarakhand is a breathtakingly beautiful high- altitude himalayan valley… not only is this striking valley been appreciated by renowned mountaineers, botanists, the magical valley never fails to leave anybody spell bound. A magnificent and beautiful landscape with beautiful meadows of alpine flowers, valley of flowers is splashed with colour and is bloomed with hundreds and thousands of different beautiful flowers, taking on various shades of colours as time progresses.
The valley of flowers national park is the second core zone of the nanda devi biosphere reserve. Nestled in the west himalayan region, valley of flowers covers a vast expanse of 87.50 sqkms with myriad alpine flowers. Valley of flowers is situated in bhyundar valley at an elevation of 3,658 mts above sea level. You will encounter numerous cascading waterfalls on the route to valley of flowers. The region of valley of flowers is rich in varied flora and fauna. The valley of flowers was declared as the national park of india in the year 1982 and it is now a world heritage site. The virgin beauty of this mystical valley has always lured botanists, nature lovers and adventure lovers.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
The time has come that we bring an end
To this old, ancient and orthodox trend
Trend of using the fruit from trees
And uprooting the same when it is use free
We did it again while making new roads
We ripped them apart using axes and ploughs
And later again for the sake of woods
We slaughtered the forests and took every piece that we could
And rivers! Oh what can I say about them
Their tale likewise trees were eerier and full of mayhem
How merrily whose water once flowed in haste
Was choked, as if chained from shackle of waste
Like Ganges, whose sheerness and chastity we pretended to adore
And then backstabbed her by pouring our filth at her shores
Either you call it divine justice or something else
But mother nature took her laugh in the ‘land of gods’ itself
Several innocents lost their soul to that holocaust
And we mortals called it mere design of god
Some referred as ‘religious martyrs’ to the deceased souls
While some called them fortunate to die at heaven’s door
What kind of sacred life are we living in this modern time?
That wise have lost their wisdom, and priest speaks odious words instead of hymns!
What kind of ominous life we are leading ourselves into now,
That even we would laugh if we knew why and how,
That how instead of talking in person to a guy
We find it much better to chat with him through a toy!
Is that the way to maintain our lineage’s past esteem?
Though it sounds so simple but it’s not as easy as it seems
How can we call ourselves good sons of our forefathers and mums?
When we are demolishing their heritage by our so called inventions.
And I wonder what kind of pater we will henceforth become
By teaching the same ways to our own sons to come
There’s still time left to halt our methods of dreadfulness
And think about something which leads to sustainable progress
There are so many ways to bring back what is lost
And it is as simple as we could ever think or ever thought
Just add mere words like ‘green’ and ‘bio’ in front
Of exquisite words like our Chemistry and the fuel that we burnt
See this is the way we make our mother nature clean
And harness the resources while her true beauty redeems
And by making less use for technology and more use of words
We can make better companions and bring harmony among us