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Mohit Sharma, 23 december 2011
'Golden days'
'A recurrent dream broken and I got awake,
felt disquiet, figuring difference between real and fake.
that dream was nothing but the reflectance of those days,
when worries holds' no meaning but happiness always embrace.
when thoughts were unbiased and imaginations were real,
even those ideas were pure and the virtues ideal.
when winning and loosing were synonymous of smile and tear
when life carries everything except hatred and fear.
neither religion was important nor caste and creed,
when notions blew from heart as minds remain freed.
where competing with friends was just a part of game,
even on being seriously hurt while playing, nobody ought to blame.
where winning even peanuts equals conquering the earth,
where neither 'me' nor 'you' but the word 'we' holds the worth.
where innocence and stubbornness both plays within veil,
no matter whatever the condition, where truth always prevail.
when smiles were chased as the flower by the bugs,
when life of the sorrow remains until the mother hugs.
now how much I miss them remains hard to measure,
all I've left in hand now are those bunch of moments' treasure.
still wondering how and what to pay...?
in order to relive back those true golden days.'
Mohit Sharma, 23 december 2011
Colourblind...
in search of an existence,
that'd almost sublimed,
the true meaning of my innerself
is still to be defined.
don't you be prejudice about me,
atleast for this mankind
although I am colour, but for humanity's sake
its better to be a colourblind.
neither restrict me within those borders
nor into your minds,
just as yours, even my birth is possible,
together when my blend got binds.
neither conclude any pessimistic implication of mine
as it can't be named,
nor fill me in your pictures of hatred
as the same couldn't be framed.
do not search hatred, into my
different hue and shades,
recognize my true character
before the colour of humanity fades.
I do not belong to any religion,
nor I do own any race
I am boundless like that sky
that do not have a defined face.
do not classify me into violent names,
that cause mankind to extirpate
leave me with my unbound existence,
before I appear as a reason to hate.
paint your hearts with me
but not your discriminative minds,
so what I am colour but for humanity's sake
its better to be a colourblind.
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'...'
Mohit Sharma, 3 january 2012
Not for Me...
'In the midst of this world, where the others thrive
I kept on walking alone as a part of my own strives.
Though pricey but often it sold for free,
Maybe I am overlooked as that happiness doesn’t make me glee
My beginnings were fragile, so would be my end
Why those veiled pains of mine couldn’t allowed to be mend
The flamboyant mankind nurtured almost in a form of tree,
Maybe I’d secluded out as the same is not for me
Those gestures look good when someone falls in love,
So what you love someone but what matters most is you being loved
Even I wants to be loved atleast to escape that flee,
As only able being adored thus the same is not for me
The desperate journey of mine seems so long, maybe I’ll manage
To justify my own virtues within that haunted disable cage
All I want now is, neither being discriminated nor thy sympathy,
So what I am disabled but my thoughts n dreams remains free
I want to be with everyone and envisage everyone’s with me…”
Mohit Sharma, 3 january 2012
Let me live, I don't wanna die...
Maybe i am not afraid, i am not shy,
but i often start my day in a bit hue n cry.
though sprouted but my dreams are big and aims high,
but before i quit...i convince myself to give at least a try.
but these winds of hatred are harsh, they often blow dry,
it seems no one around wants me to touch this thoughtful sky.
i feel blue and i feel like cry,
but why should i always beg to this world...that;
'let me live, i don't wanna die...'
so what, i don't have wings and i don't know how to fly,
still my inevitable existence bears the courage to be justified.
i know the race is long and hurdles are high,
but i believe in myself, although its hard to imply.
its all about keep moving and not to stand by,
even this nature teaches me to live, then why shouldn't i
i hope you understand the meaning of life,
'coz it's not about you, it's not about i...
it's for the whole mankind who pleads with invisible tears in their eyes.
it's all about cherishing life and happiness to comply,
it's about letting lived and not being died.
Mohit Sharma, 23 december 2011
roAD tO noWhERe...a poetic autobiography
On a pile of debts I took a premature birth,
They left me soon and gone somewhere far from this earth,
I grew up alone in that shady alley with less than ordinary worth.
On a verge of this globe that is full of hatred,
My soaring dreams hatched with that utmost urge to get fade,
Within the hands of many, my existence often got preyed.
On the streets of my childhood, I began learning in misery
They offered me haunted teachings, full of unknown faith free
And roots of my notion began to flourish, to hold my chaotic hatred tree.
And the day came when I first met with those innocent eyes,
Emotions erupted and expressed within that moment disguise,
Those days were astonishing, when with no wings I can dare to fly.
Amid the beginning and end, it was end who dominate
My love deceived me and lost abruptly in dark to get fade,
At last I’ve left with the word ‘Love’ as a synonym of ‘Hate’.
My life’s road was long and destination undefined,
Those chilly nights were cruel and my dusky days blind,
Into me when they incubated seeds of ‘Jihad’, the divine.
They tortured me up till those limits, where humanity ought to fade
To train me how to liberate terror for which I suppose to get paid,
It was the moment I first realized that, “Devils are not born they are made”.
On that untoward dusky evening, amidst a crowded track,
I killed myself through, with thousand others in a suicide attack
On that road to God’s place, the mournful soul of mine never looked back.
I always desired to set myself free but not at all in this way,
Where my soul left with guilt and debt of those innocent lives to pay,
“The true meaning of Jihad is within your innerself”, is what thy holy Quran say.
Now those blood soaked cold ruins of mine are lying here and there,
With that obvious guilt, agony, insolence and abysmal care,
Thus, my life concluded in the midst of that deserted road to nowhere…
-unbound mohit
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...? '
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)
Mohit Sharma, 3 january 2012
I'll be back one day
Yet another day fades down in a dusky way,
I am still speechless, I don't know what to say.
I am walking on a path that seems so dry,
though feeling like a numb but will not going to cry.
this endless path is taking me along in such a way,
wondering if I could be back to you on any day.
forgive me love and please don't cry,
may be in any form but I'll be back one day...
Neither feel alone nor feel betrayed,
don't look towards that road, as those footprints will going to fade.
I'll shower myself on you whenever those clouds goes blue,
just feel my inevitable presence, I am always with you.
may be you can't see me, even with your vision's deep,
but I'll appear as naive dream, whenever you'll going to sleep.
those days were golden, when we got paired,
I'll try to fulfill those promises and dreams, that we've shared.
my death is not an end, I'll prove it one day,
may be in the form of air you respire, but I'll be back to you one day.
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..."
Latest comments:
29 april 2024
Weronika
Promieniowanie ciała doskonale czarnego.
28 april 2024
samoA
dziękuję. uśmiech posyłam
27 april 2024
Jaga
Bardzo, widać że dobrze mu z oka patrzy ;)
27 april 2024
On tak dostojnie chodzi, że to czysta przyjemność
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kb
hm tutaj pokazano niejako wprost sprawcę światła.
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sufit, uśmiech i barany... no tak to jest, sama
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"wszystkie modlitwy wymyślili grzesznicy"
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social-real. bardzo fajnie ujęte
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jeśli tylko
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Dzięki, Violetta!
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Dziękuję:)
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Bociany są takie ufne:)
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