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Mohit Sharma

Mohit Sharma, 26 december 2011

Worthy death...

'And the day came silently
                           of your final goodbye
 and I am still searching for your presence
                           with those tears dry.

 where have you gone, 
                          it's impossible to drive an estimation, 
 but I can be assured, it's 'Heaven'
                          that's your final destination.

 bowing down empty handed
                          with a bag of mixed emotions, 
 wondering is it life or death? 
                          which has gained here, the domination.

 colossal was the pains, 
                          and life's hard till your last breath, 
 for others it may be a life lost, 
                          but for you it's a 'worthy death'.

 no-one could comprehend
                          the dimension of your unending pains,  
 although now, the swing of your life's pendulum
                          couldn't be regained.

 you played well, the role of your life
                          with lots of good deeds
 still it'd terminated in this way, 
                          maybe it's due to god's own 'greed'.

 your life was a burden, still you fought undefeated
                          till the last breath, 
 for others it may be a life lost, 
                          but for you it's truly a 'worthy death'...'


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Mohit Sharma

Mohit Sharma, 26 december 2011

Where am I going...

'On an undefined path
 isolated thoughts are growing, 
 I often ask this question to myself
 that...Where am i going? 

 I do own a bunch of relations, 
 so do I have friends, 
 still my heart seeks for those
 who dissolve together like true blend.

 this odd journey of mine
 seems so long, 
 I don't know how my destiny takes me, 
 where I belong.

 the childhood dreams had gone
 I don't know where, 
 yet trying hard to justify my existence, 
 somewhere to be there.

 that road is rough and dry, 
 all I see is an endless horizon, 

 the distance is yet to be covered, 
 feeling helpless as this world is soaked in illusion.

 My boat is battling a midst waves
 and all that matters now is, how fast am I rowing, 

 still I am wondering that, is it this a true path
 where I am going...? '


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Mohit Sharma

Mohit Sharma, 26 december 2011

till I die...

 "Heard this quite often but never ever tried, 
  that ‘life is too short, just go n live it high.’
 
  almost fallible that urged to be rectified, 
  wish to live life a bit differently, till I die…
 
  imaginations to be freed and ideas to let fly, 
  dreams to be ignited and passions to diversify.
  
  egos to get buried and sorrows to be dried, 
  wish to quench the life’s thirst wholly, till I die…
 
  that past has gone and the future is unknown, 
  on this life’s canvas, my existence is yet to be drawn.
 
  goals to be achieved even before that last try, 
  wish to prove my life’s meaning once, till I die…
 
  the unknown fear of mine needs to be cured, 
  want to play my music once in order to listen that 'galore roar'
 
  wants to cultivate my literary efforts, 
  before the cloud of thoughts goes dry,  
  
  wish to relive those childhood dreams again, 
  before I finally shut my eyes..."


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Mohit Sharma

Mohit Sharma, 10 may 2012

the broken dream...

Holding firmly the breath, it seems
Someone, somewhere, somehow lost his naive dream

That silence broken into a mournful shout,
When that dream turned numb, before it tend to sprout

Neither anyone cried nor even felt sad,
Living deserted, those emotions around appears dead

Eyes betrayed that shy and innocent tear
By throwing it out, inspite of that unknown fear

Smile veiled that emotion standing almost undress,
Nerves paining high, outburst hard to suppress

Silence hindered slowly as the heartbeat is going loud,
Feeling himself lonely, even within the crowd

Echo within the ears almost went uncontrolled,
When his innerself remain speechless and stood amid unfold

It says, “Every time a dream broke on earth, someone left dry
Equally a star falls and lost upon, from that dusky and thoughtful sky”


-unbound mohit (c)


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Other poems: the broken dream..., ...is missing?, Suicide Note..., helpless..., am I alive...?, Not for Me..., Let me live, I don't wanna die..., I'll be back one day, till I die..., Where am I going..., Worthy death..., 'Golden days', Colourblind..., roAD tO noWhERe...a poetic autobiography,
 

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