Humanity!

Mai chalta raha yuhi jaha mujhe rasta le chala.

Ki na parwah kisi aur ki, buss apne liye hi Sonchta raha.

Maine ankhe bandh karliye jab maine kisiko mushkil me dekha.

Aur un-suna kardiya jab kisine meri madad mangi, buss apni khushiya thi mere liye zaroori.

Aur ek din aisa aya ke mai usi chaurahe par khada tha, jaha mai mushkil me tha.

Aur Jab madad ke liye pukara tho kisine na Suna, un-dekha kardiya.

Mai jaan gaya ye zindagi ki Sachhayi ki saath hai dena aur milkar aage badhna.

Jo apna karam hai wohi apna bharam hai.

 

 

 

The One! The Greatest!

My Almighty my strength He the one who holds my hand, who made me strong.

I kept falling and He made me rise up again. I got up to nothing to something, He asked me to keep going on.

I see him though I don’t see him, I hear him though I don’t hear him, as He is in my win He is there when I fall. 

He is always there for me. He holds me keep going strong, he says you can be more.

From nothing to something here I stand.

My life has some meaning today when I look back for what all I have. What more could I ask, I continue on my quest for what He has sent me for.

I just get my hands together I bow my head down for He is the one The greatest mighty of all.

Hail the lord of the worlds the one and only one!! The Greatest!

Life Now and Life then!

We always yearn to get back to older times. What are older times its now which is past. So if you like what is present don’t lose out on living the moment.

We know this still we keep wandering in old times.

I also feel like there is always something that is  missing and what is missing, some hallow that you created yourself. And it cannot be filled. This is your greed quotient or unsatisfied want in life that you keep chasing and forget to be thankful for what you have.

We know this as well but still carry this hole in us.

Nothing is eternal in this world. Every thing comes with an expiry. And our wants endless.

And why I am talking all this. Here’s why:

I used to like have groups of friends across the floor and everywhere.

And never thought of a day where I would have none with me to accompany.

I always used to think that eating alone or going alone to have Tea would be the most awful thing that could happen to me at my work place.

But it is the fact with me which I cannot but have to live with. Also one reason is probably i have stopped making friends. I have gone so busy that I don’t even get time to make friends.

Whatsoever but this is what it is.

Life now seems so meaningless to me. And I am so lost!!…

So lost and I came in here to express and feel free. I wanted to write. I searched if the MoTA blogs where I started. Few things are sculpted and are meant to give us our old life back. All our posts comments still existed. And it actually made me relive the past. Write. Write is what I found here. Which gave little bit peace to my lost heart.

No. I am not sad or leading painful life. It is just when you are you and have nothing or you are alone. And that’s where you feel lonely. And want to experience which would really interest you. And thanks to this blog page where I was tiny part of among this real great writers or bloggers.

Only good thing I enjoy right now is the game I am trying to learn that keeps me grounded. The table tennis. I wish to excel and be the champion in it.

So going back to good old times than old times where you can get something out of the treasure is all good. Like I found today! It helped my wandering mind made me little less lost and made my day. Thanks to MoTA.

 

Knock Knock

I didn’t realize this blog was still up! Just knocking to see if anyone is still here and wants to continue this blog.

In school when I first read this poem I fell in love with it. Such simple words and yet they take you to this special place. Each time I read it I see myself right there beside the lake and almost touching the Daffodils. I can’t explain how happy a flower makes me especially ones in bloom. When I turned 24 I was gifted some flower plants and they still remain my top favourite gifts ever. So today I leave with the words by William Wordsworth. Happy weekend eve!

I wandered lonely as a Cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and Hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden Daffodils;

Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A Poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed–and gazed–but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the Daffodils.

2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 25,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 6 Film Festivals

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False Pride of a Woman….!

She murmured…
She kept quite…
Silently cried!!!

She wanted to scream,
She’s been alone….
She drank her tears
She wanted to pour her heart

She did not say sorry,
Lest she be considered weak.
She put up a stern face,
She said, I am fine.

The hollow in her mind did not
Let her take a breath of assurance.

She knew she was not fine,
It was hard for to run, further
She wanted the soul that said
‘I am yours and lets be together.’

She had all that she could ask for
But it was own ignorance that made
Her lose the battle that she fought up.

She made faces, cried hysterically
Sneered at all opportunities, ridiculed
Called names…made a huge cry!!

All she did hoping that whatever she did
Will bring the soul mate for her closer

Now she cant bear the separation
I can hear, her cry that solitary cry.
That reaches me from all corners
It says, ‘Let me be me…I don’t care who you are?’

Give me back what was with me….
Who are you to take it anyway?

In her cry, I see the pride of winning a race
A very long time ago……!

– KK