Let It Be

Fake laughs and fake smiles, fake expressions hiding the internal fight
The ever so calm appearance but with clamor do you yourself identify
What's real, do you know yourself? Is this what you wanted to be like?
Even happiness hurts you, into what have you turned inside?
Will you ever let those shouts out, deep down which you hide?
And those tears that swell, will you ever let the barrier be broken by that tide?

It's time you let yourself know what you are
It's time you be brave and face all those lies
How long can you wrestle with self, how long will the chaos win the fight
Let yourself win for once, let not your soul always die.

Pic courtesy : http://www.flickriver.com/photos/juanferpenagos/6371109199/

(An internal chaos leads to the dual personality. However, one denies the existence of other. The countenance hides this internal fight and never lets someone understand the plight) 

Dream On

Dream on sire! Dream on!
For there is no dearth of heart's desire.
Some have the highest mountains won.
Some have, unflinched, walked on fire.
And it was their dreams that spurred them on.
Kept their feet moving even when they got tired.

Dream on! Dream on sire!
While the world shall rage its war against our labour.
'coz those who've dreamt have won kingdoms entire.
Their doubters enslaved, they've risen as their emperors.
For it was none but their dreams that fuelled the fire.
Converted the meek gatherer into a wild hunter.
Suppressed the fears and turned him into a killer.

Dream on sire! Dream on!
For we'll bid our time for fruition.
You've struggled and survived since you were born.
For ambitions that understood no explanations, no reason.
So the night shall disappear with arrival of dawn.
And brightness shall help to realise your vision.

Won't you run that extra yard?
Won't you jump a little higher?
You shall conquer and raise all the bars.
As long as you dream sire...



('coz dreams are always more beautiful than reality and inspire you to erase that boundary)

...with inputs from Subhra who urges you to dream on too. Also, Moha joins the party.

pic courtesy: http://www.crystalinks.com/inception_totem.jpg

Am I Brave?

It was as though my nightmares had all come alive
My worst fears resurrected which had died
The shock hit me like a bolt and made me subside
Even the tears did not respond and silent were the cries

The fan, just like me, had bent and broken
It had bowed to bid the final goodbyes
The lights understood and had all gone dark
They did not want to disturb the peace in her eyes

Her eyes were open and the smile mocked me
I am at peace now, away from the world we despise
Will you not come again to find me
Wasn't your love real and will you abandon it now with a lie

She had said she would do it one day for me
And now the question lay there staring at me
Suicide is cowardice, all life I was taught
Can I do it now, could this brave I be?


(pic courtesy: http://topnews.in/law/files/suicide_1.jpg)

बुरा ना देखो..

चन्द आँखों ने देखा और मुंह मोड़ लिया
चन्द कानों ने सुना और हाथों से खुद को ढँक लिया
चन्द अल्फाज़ निकले पर किसी की समझ ना आये
मानो शब्द ही गुम हो गए कोष से उनके
आज़ादी की दुर्दशा है ये देखो
गाँधी के इस देश में
सब उनके बन्दर बन गए

(pic courtesy : http://thethreemonkeys.com/)

Second Best

Rose up on the podium

To find myself standing

At your feet

Second ain't

Best

Just tried to do a reverse pyramid (if there's such a thing). No. of words decreasing by one with each line. Ended up with this.

Pic courtesy: shutterstock images