That pencil stroke

That scribbling
That design
That graphite
That imperfection
That pencil stroke
Made my life
Made my dream
Made me believe
That I can make it a reality
Gave me strength
Gave me hope
Gave me a reason
To live my life
That piece of paper
With that pencil stroke
Will always be close to me
Safe in my trunk
Hidden within a pouch
Because that’s the dream
Dream to make this world
Better as I see it
I can’t do it alone
I will need help
I will need friends
I will need accomplishes
But they all will come
At the right time
When I decide
To pursue my dream
To take it seriously
Make it happen
Make it a reality
It may take months & years
And even decades for my dream
To become real
But it definitely will
And before anything
Before any realization of my dream
That pencil stroke
Sealed my fate
Made me follow it endlessly

P.S.: This work is an inspiration from the movie The Walk. I seriously loved it. I think I watched it at the right time in my life. Today’s song pick Haven’t met you yet of Michael Buble. I posted this same work here 🙂

Excess of everything

This beautiful & complete world

Has excess of everything

Excess of money

Excess of love

Excess of smiles

Excess of hatred

Excess of compassion

Excess of strength

Excess of violence

Excess of vulgarity

Excess of tension

Excess of innocence

Excess of sex

Excess of power

Excess of jealousy

Excess of ego

Excess of beauty

Excess of pride

Excess of pain

Excess of simplicity

Excess of randomness

Excess of similarity

Excess of responsibilities

Excess of freedom

Excess of naivety

Excess of experience

Excess of YOU

Excess of ME

You just need to

Look at the right place

At the right time

To feel the excess

You wanna feel

And remember

Excess of everything

is bad

Worse, may be

Just like a bucket filled to brim

Excess is always

Considered a waste

Don’t give or take

Anything in excess

Try yo feel content ❤

P.S.: Love you guys & Happy weekend! Today’s pick is When I was your man of Boyce Avenue feat. Fifth Harmony cover). The original song is by Bruno Mars 😉

Continued legacy..

Don’t feel shy
Speak your heart out
Because speaking is always
Healthy but your words
Should be good and constructive
We are given a CHANCE
To live here
To make life better
Of our own and also
Of others
Being selfish won’t take
You anywhere and you’ll
Be all alone always
But with others by your side
You’ll feel their strength
Their prayers for you
Their love for you
Their smiles for you
You love these kind of people, right?
I adore them
It’s like a legacy of help
Which they received
During their trying times
And now they not fearing
To offer the same help
And continue the legacy
Salute to these kind souls
And help them make things better
If you can’t find anyone
Like this
Then be one yourself
Start and people will
Follow
As you’ve that leader within you

Legacy passed

P.S.: I see fire of Ed Sheeran and I know loads of such people and I am grateful to each and every one of them for teaching me this great thing by setting examples and not just by words 🙂 Love you all ❤ I used the image of WWE wrestlers because many of my friends are big fans of WWE and I don’t understand that when will they grow up 😛 and while I was writing the previous sentence, one of my friend told a WWE #LameJoke 😦 Happy week all 😉

stumble upon a writer..

Am I the protagonist?
In real life, may be.
In fiction, of course, who ain’t?
A normal person
Thinks the same.
But what about a writer?
What does he think?
Does he always have to sit
At a coffee shop to
Feel the plethora of ideas
Rushing to him?
Or does he have to
Dream about them
And then write
And make his dream
The dream of others
Made by the beautiful, knitted words
The world of words
Sometimes written
By a pen or typed
And in the days
When these plethora of ideas
Keep on rushing
Even though you shut your brain
You gotta take help
Of a broken pencil or even a nib
To write them
And give your ideas power
And strength to shake the world
Having the rug swept out from under your feet
Tumble you down
So that you can stumble upon a writer
Within you
And give them words
And make them shout out loud…

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

This post is featured in WOW – Write Over The Weekend By BlogAdda

Always on meds..

I don’t suffer from ill-health or temperature

I suffer from love

Love that doesn’t see me

Love that doesn’t want to see me

Love that is not felt for me

Love that is non-existent

Love is my disease

And I am the patient

Always injured

Always suffering

Always admitted

Always on meds

Known as friends

Who give me strength

To accept and to forget

This contagious disease..

Zillion little pieces..

That frown

That slap

That pinch

That belt

That stick

That kick

That shouts

That hair pulling

That beatings

That behavior

That all had less

Impact on me

Thinking that

They are my parents

They have the rights

To torture me here & there

All was bearable

Until That fucking moment

When they said

Wish you were never born

And I was

Drained of all the hope

Of all the strength

Of that little amount of happiness

As if the carpet was pulled

From under my feet

I was broken into

Zillion little pieces

All scattered everywhere

I myself didn’t know

How to fix own self

So started living in the moment

Living the next 24 hours at a time

Not think much

Rather not think at all

Started all alone then

Now have some friends

With the same past as me

But I know we all got

Bigger better roads ahead

Because we got one another’s back

No matter the hard times..

The Real You..

You never cease to

Amaze me with your beauty

Amaze me with your thoughts

Amaze me with your wisdom

Amaze me with your patience

Amaze me with your love

Amaze me with your willpower

Amaze me with your dedication

Amaze me with your good deeds

Amaze me with your opinions

Amaze me with your smile

Amaze me with your innocence

Amaze me with your naughtiness

Amaze me with your decisions

Amaze me with your adventures

Amaze me with your straight forwardness

Amaze me with your crystal soul

Amaze me with your pure heart

And the best thing is

You don’t do anything

Out of the ordinary to amaze me

You just show me THE REAL YOU !!

Soar high..

These clothes don’t cover me

My secrets does

My feelings of my life does

I have to protect those from being exposed

I can’t share those with you

Because if I do

Then you will know everything about me

And once you do

I will be naked in front of you

My soul will be naked

And then you will see me

Both at my strength and my weakness

And then you will have no other way

But to support me while I am weak

And to guide me in proper direction when strong

You gotta offer me your lap to cry in weakness

And give me space to rise when strong

Inspire me Help me stand after falling

Given the world to soar and letting me fly high

But what I can guarantee you is

No matter how high or How far I go

I will not forget you or lose my way

You will be the only one in my mind always

And I will return to you Just you

To make us complete

And to help you soar and rise

Just like you helped me!!

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.

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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!!

Love.. In a few words..

Love makes you dance,

Love makes you sing,

Loves makes you smile without any reason,
Love makes you think things, you never thought you will,
Love makes you take your stand,
Love makes you break the rules,
Love makes you strong by making you cry,
Love also makes you weak by making you smile,
Love makes you ignore your love,
Love makes you experience life,
Love makes you a winner even when you lost,
Love makes you hate the distance between you both,
Love makes you a coward even for being brave,
Love makes you a liar for telling the truth,
Love makes you a king for winning her heart,
Love is always around, we just need to allow it to enter within us,
We need to have the strength & faith to hold on to love,
Even though love don’t want to be held by us,
Love makes you sacrifice things which were of non-debatable priority,
Love makes you feel lonely in a room full of people,
Love makes you feel alive in an empty room,
Love is a challenge, to accept and not to tame,
Love is a gift to be pampered and not be thrown after receiving,
Love is everything and sadly, everything is love.

Happy V-Day