Not in my control..

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If another guy

Loves the Gurl

I love

Shall I fight with him?

Shall I try to beat the hell out of him?

Why should I?

How can I?

I know doing that

Will make the Gurl

Like me more

Love me more

But I also have to

See the fact

That the Gurl

Is so awesome

So wonderful

That guys can’t stop themselves

From falling for her

And I can’t blame them

But that doesn’t mean

All like and love her

There may be lust

Or other devilish things

In their minds also

But to make the Gurl

Like and love me

I have to increase my love

For her

Many times a fold

That can’t be done

By controlling others

Sorry, I can’t

But I can’t blame any

I don’t own the Gurl

And the Gurl is simply

Awesome

I am not able to make sense also

Of what I am writing

So let me STOP

Writing only

Because falling for her

Was not in my control..

Love & it’s council of ministers..

Love can’t stay far

Nor near will be found love

Love has its own throne

Where?

Love has its own council of ministers

Whom?

But is this council loyal to love?

Do they want love to extend its reign?

Or they want love to be dethroned?

Either love can bank its trust on its council and be betrayed by them

Or love can think good for itself and remain the ruler

The Grand throne of Love is the Heart

And love’s council of ministers is lead by the Mind

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My life to live..

Fallen

Scarred

Bruised

Injured

Yet trying to make amends

Trying to make things right

Wronged by others

Suppressed by others

Wings detached

Tied in shackles

Gagged to silence

Beaten to helplessness

Yet can’t see the wrong

Thinking that I deserve it

But did I really?

Was there no other way??

No one there to show me the truth

And if anyone did

I know that I would not believe

Because those scars was my life to live.

Faith in humanity restored..

I am walking on a crowded street
And see a guy in trench coat
And a cap on his head on the starry night
Why I was being so gazey to Him no idea
May be it was that trench coat in such a weather
Or because He was looking at an old man
Standing near the footpath and waiting
For the traffic to halt so that he can cross the road

The traffic halts just for a few moments
That old man tries but it’s difficult for him
To walk quickly and cross the road
Before the vehicles starts roaring on the roads
And I get worried as I lose sight of that coat guy
Because I was busy looking at the old man
But find that coat guy running and holding the old man
and helping him reach the other end of the street safely

I try to follow that coat guy
So somehow I cross the street in a hurry
And search in the crowd for that shade of yellow coat
And see far ahead a similar looking guy walking away
I run and follow him as my eagerness was exponentially increasing
Why did he help the old man? Why was I following him?
I needed answers to it and He was just 1 hand away from me
And I tap him with my index finger and wait for him to turn

I see a line of blood running down the forehead of that guy
All the questions forgotten and without any words
I hold his elbow and take him to the nearest chemist shop
There the necessary treatment is done and on asking he replied
“I met an accident 2 blocks back and hurt my head but couldn’t find a chemist shop
So wore a cap to stop the blood flow as much as possible
But on the way helped that old man without thinking of myself
Because my Dad passed away in a road accident last Thursday”

The Circle of Trust..

I don’t know it,
And even if I do,
I don’t want to share it with you.

I don’t want to share it with you,
And even if I do,
I won’t mention the specifics.

I won’t mention the specifics,
And even if I do,
I don’t want you to remember it.

I don’t want you to remember it,
And even if you do,
You shouldn’t talk about it.

You shouldn’t talk about it,
And even if you do,
You wouldn’t tell in details.

You wouldn’t tell in details,
And even if you do,
Make sure to mention that I can’t know.

Make sure to mention that I can’t know,
And even if you do,
I come to know about it.

I come to know about it,
And now I make sure,
I can’t trust you anymore.

Game of tiptoeing..

When I was a kid,

I used to tip toe go to kitchen,

During the noon time,

When my mother was asleep,

So that I can have some cream biscuits,

Without her knowledge.

But in the evening,

She calls me and takes my class,

For eating those biscuits on a regular basis.

She didn’t changed the place of those biscuits,

Because she loved my tip-toeing and having those biscuits,

And thinking that I can fool my mother,

Who know me more than I know myself.


 

Now, the table has turned.

I loved her beauty, her smile, her truthfulness,

And this time, my mother tip-toed,

And went to meet her and said,

To leave me and go far away from me,

Because my father don’t like her,

And my girl left me, without telling me,

And I thought that it was fate and we weren’t meant to be a together,

But then when I came to know what had really happened,

I cursed my mother, my girl, everyone, even God,

Because then I hated this game of tip-toe,

This game of pretendness.

This game of keeping cards close to your chest,

This game of not putting everything on the table,

This game of thinking that others are fool,

And you are the only smart guy.

I hate this sham!!

Origin of Chaos- An Art of God??

There has been many times,

I have come across such questions & confusions,

Why disasters? Why chaos? Why God allows all this??

First I would like to tell,

that the presence of God is in doubt,

and if ever He is there, then He is not the strongest.

Because I think, God is an artist.

Think from an artist’s point of view.

An artist always want his art to speak for him,

And that’s why He made Humans, so that they will spread his word,

and Indeed, it turned out to be true.

Atleast for some centuries, but then Humans evolved,

as they were gifted with a BRAIN, so powerful, that God also HAD to bend his knee.

And my fellow beings, that is the beginning of misery, chaos and every negative thing,

so, please don’t blame God but blame this Brain, own-self for all the negative aspects of life.

And, blaming won’t take you far.

So instead, start correcting the ages of wrongness by a gentle, simple act of kindness,

by spreading a smile, and bit-by-bit, this World will be a better place for you and all the other people around you..