Akashe jyotsna / Moonlight in the sky

One of the most beautiful romantic poems i have ever listened or read. Its in Bengali , written by Jibanananda Das (1899-1954)

Akashe jyotsna
Phuler pathe chita baagher gayer karam
Hridoy amar horin jano
Ratrer ei niraboder bhetor, kondike cholechi?
Rupali paatar chaya amar shorire
Kothao kono horin neyi
Aar joto door jaayee, kaashter moton banka chaand
Shesh shonale horin, shorsho khete niyeche

jano
Taar par dhire dhi
re dube jaache
Shata shata mrigedaar choker ghumer andhokaarer bhetor

 

English Translation of it 

Moonlight in the sky
On the Forest Trail the Scent of the Leopard
My Heart is like a Deer
In the Silence of this night, which way am I going?
The silvery shadow of leaves on my body
No more deer anywhere
As far as I go I see the moon bent like a sickle
Cutting the last golden deer-grain
Then sinking slowly
Into the darkness of all the sleep
In the eyes of a hundred does.

Mindless mind

The mind indeed is of the form of space .
The mind indeed is omni-faced.
The mind is the past.
The mind is one which doesn't last
The mind is which makes me numb
The mind indeed which is crazy as dumb.
The mind linger around the thought
The mind wander after I have just bought
The mind is gone
I was bad at bone....bad at bone

Dope Show

life is a dark room with no one lasting
A  temple which people adore and like visiting
Like an island with only a tree
Which gives all fruits in free
happy with all what I have
Don't want the sky to crack

In the woodland , saw her with my blind folded eyes
She was no one else but by compliance
People took it wrong
i never wanted her other than a friend

emotrons,filled the sky and covered the lightness
I was still in her love and her maltness
I never liked her,But her smile
ooh gosh, beautiful than the death itself

God , i am waiting for a call
The judgement is already all in all
I am trapped in this body and soul
You fired me out of a hole

I am not a gun shot
i am not your games plot
I am stronger than seven seas
i am bigger than a piece of peas

Kill me I have no love for life
I will fuck you for putting my another price
Swimming with the shark , hunting for food
Know that God is deader than the thousand years old booze.

 

Regards,
Aditya Deadpan

Emotrons : I was thinking just like gravitons are the particles responsible for gravitational, Emotrons are the particles responsible for emotions .

जब-जब सिर उठाया by सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना

 One of my fav poems : 




जब-जब सिर उठाया
अपनी चौखट से टकराया
मस्तक पर लगी चोट,
मन में उठी कचोट,
अपनी ही भूल पर मैं,
बार-बार पछताया.
जब-जब सिर उठाया
अपनी चौखट से टकराया.
दरवाज़े घट गए या
मैं ही बड़ा हो गया,
दर्द के क्षणों में कुछ
समझ नहीं पाया.
जब-जब सिर उठाया
अपनी चौखट से टकराया.
''शीश झुका आओ''बोला
बाहर का आसमान,
''शीश झुका आओ'' बोलीं
भीतर की दीवारें,
दोनों ने ही मुझे
छोटा करना चाहा,
बुरा किया मैंने जो
यह घर बनाया.
जब-जब सिर उठाया
अपनी चौखट से टकराया.

Thirst and Fire

The below poem is dedicated to the victims of somalia Drought and various terrorists groups acting against the aid. The head of the U.N. refugee agency said that drought-ridden Somalia is the "worst humanitarian disaster" in the world after meeting with refugees who endured unspeakable hardship to reach the world's largest refugee camp.Somalia's militant Islamist group al-Shabab has put a ban on foreign aid agencies, as the region is hit by its worst drought in 60 years.

Thirst and Fire

Rain rain , please visit us again.

Earth is thundering with the hollers of pain.

A drought and terrorism coalesced well.

Languishing humanity and life like hell.

The dearth of cultivated earth envenomed their sufferings.

Famished for food, deteriorated their pizzazz & offerings.

Rain rain , please visit us again.

Not in abundance but with little also we will live the same.

The tax on water and the echoing gun-fires.

Killing of elders and burying the impeccant desires.

The relief camps filled with desiccant sources.

The hindrances for social societies meager resources.

Rain rain , please visit us again.

Vultures are waiting and cattle are dying at each lane.

Lustrous Sun appears more like a red hot plate.

Broiling the poor and piercing them with a sharp blade.

Terrifying Famine and the fundamentalists.

Flunked topographers and diplomatic nutritionists.

All are responsible for the hue and cry.

Ten thousand died , many more are in queue but still let’s give it another try.

 

Silence Prevails,

Aditya Dogra

सन्नाटा

Sham ki nammi mein , kuch dhundle se akaash mein
Dhalta sa chal raha tha , roshne se pare mein
Mann mein naa thi koyi bhi jalti hui umang
Dabta jaa raha tha dhunno mein bajta ek mridang

Palko se bhojhal sa ho gaya tha woh ek sapna
Kabhi paraye bhi thee , aaj naa koyi hai apna
Uss kavi ki kalpana ki rakh ka dhua hai uth raha 
Jab bhi koyi pass aaya , dil mein ek bad-gumma sa hi raha

Naddi ki kal kal karti lehron ne jharokoo ko bhar sa diya tha
Srappit se jeevan ko uss ne ehsaano taale dab sa diya tha
Aansuyoon ko palko takke rondte hi jaa raha tha mein
Apne hi zameer mein jhank kar jhanjorta sa jaa raha tha mein 

Pyaasi dharti kar rahi thi malhar ka intezaar
Doobte chand ko phir se ek subha ki ragni par tha aitbaar
Ruh mein sakoon ki talash thee 

Jab mere samne apni hi lashe thee

Silence Prevails ,
Aditya deadpan

Bright Silences

Huge walls surrounding the prison of life.

Staring at them to break free for gleam light.

Scrubbing the old wounds to feel the new pain.

Searching the files and folders to find thee name.

Entangled in the conundrum of luxuries and miseries .

Bewildered in the array of emotions and mysteries.

Cleaning my mirror to clean my reflection.

Practicing more to attain the perfection.

Looking at the black clouds to shower the rain.

Waddling along the calf in the mud to share true nature again.

Flying high over the sea to find its end .

Closed thee eyes and let it swim along the winds .

Nothing is mine , not even thee body .

Using the cold chisel to sharpen my mind.

Dispersing the sequester serenity into the self.

Burning the gossamer web of thine in the fragrance of Buddha.

Illumination thyself with the difference of  'I' and  'I'.

One stands for the 'I'gnorance and the other doesn't  include any 'I'.

SELF ILLUMINATION

Silence Prevails,
Aditya Deadpan
The above note is basically written after I read the book "Man's Search For Meaning - by Viktor Frankl" . The Author ,a doctor by profession , in the book has penned down his experiences in a Nazi Concentration camp.
One of his experience in his own words :

" This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. But when I talked to her she was cheerful in spite of this knowledge. "I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard," she told me. "In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously." Pointing through the window of the hut, she said, "This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness." Through that window she could see just one branch of a chestnut tree, and on the branch were two blossoms. "I often talk to this tree," she said to me. I was startled and didn't quite know how to take her words. Was she delirious? Did she have occasional hallucinations? Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. "Yes." What did it say to her? She answered, "It said to me, 'I am here — I am here — I am life, eternal life.'  "

Raat Yo Kahne Laga Mujse Gagan ka Chaand

A beautiful poem By Ramdhari Singh Dinkar

रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,

आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव है ।

उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,

और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है ।

जानता है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?

मैं चुका हूँ देख मनु को जनमते-मरते ।

और लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भी

चाँदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।

आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का

आज उठता और कल फिर फूट जाता है ।

किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो

बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है ।

मैं न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,

देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?

स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी,

आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?

मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,

आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ ।

और उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,

इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ ।

मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी

कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है ।

वाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,

स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।

स्वर्ग के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे

रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे ।

रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,

स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।

Cradles of imaginations

I am black so what's wrong with that
At least I can absorb all the pain and suffering
At least I can act to arrest everyone's sadness
If not everyone I can make some one happy

I am black so what's wrong with that
At least I won't let anything bad get past me
At least I can seize all the grief of the world
If not everyone I can make some one hopeful

I am black
I am so black that no sorrow coming my way will escape me
No pain can shake me any further
No suffering can make me sad any further
Instead I would want all the sufferings come to me
I would want everything bad happening to happen to me
At least I can take them all

 So that no one else has to suffer
So that no one has to feel the pain anymore
So that no one has to be sad anymore
Something has to burn to enlighten this place, why not me?
Someone has to suffer to make is beautiful place to be, why not me?
Someone has to sacrifice to make others happy, why not me?

 Why not me, when no one care about me
Why not me, when I am seen as useless
Why not me, when I am seen someone who can't contribute
Why not me, when I am seen as BLACK

By - Pushpam Singh 

      NITDGP:03-07

Travelling through a tunnel

A deep breathe or a sigh
The light is in the end and the depth is high
The more we analyze life and realtionships
the more the number of drips and trips
Nature is filled with lot of surreal stories
so why should we spend our life in worries
Enjoy her enigmatic smile in floating leaves and flowing winds
The calm water and noisy wind chimps
White snow on the peaks and running rabbits in the jungly bushes
Colorful rainbow and the vitality in the tiger's ambush
Sounds and silences of the deserts
Respiting the rambling of the Blizzards
Vagabondness of animals and the ossified nature of human
Vivacious of the springs and the vacousness of the new man
Green is the grass ,vast is the sky
The strictures are limitless and the conciousness is at high
Blossoming flowers and sheding leaves
Falling branches and burried trees
Nature is all filled with happiness and griefs ...


By : Aditya Dogra

My College : My Heaven

My flowers are blooming in the night
The running cars and the bright sight

Floating in the oceans of thoughts
Thinking if I should Dive in or not

Recalled the old memories of college and Jhoops
Feeling as i am still there, but now in morse codes

The AC labs and hustling classes
Mostly bunking them for the masses

The Tech fests and the class rooms
Seems like I am trapped somewhere in those rumbling Noons


The vastness of Oval and Silence of Library
Making me think now if i am living a life full of slavery

Those gilla anda chiks and bun amlates
I am missing them in high tech resturants and in my cafeteria plates



Mess fights and family funda
Seems still flagging like RECD Jhanda

Night outs and DJ shows
Missing Bihari morh and HOD sir's Practical jokes

Ragging , rags , bragging and bags
Party , panga, mess bills and club tags

Music and Ganja ,Daru and diims (In bengali Egg is : Diim)
Once combined , showed us Midnight Sunbeams



Gandhi morh's Chai and Techno's milk shakes
Were the only things that kept us awake

Wing parties and Birthday bumps
Reminding me of Hall nights and boundary jumps



Let me pack up and go back
and live in a life where nothing ever lacks.



Regards,
Aditya Dogra
As old wood is best to burn, old horses to ride, old books to read ,and old wine to drink ,so are the old friends always most trustworthy and old moments are best to be recalled.

एक टूटी हुई जंजीर की फरियाद हैं हम और दुनिया ये समझती है कि आजाद हैं हम

India after lots of sacrifice and bloodshed finally regained its independence on 14th August 1947 . Aah , you must be thinking i have written 14th mistakenly than 15th . But i really mean it . It was on the 14th August , India got independence from Pakistan. Otherwise it would have been a big heck for India . Now they are in other country but still create problem for us, Imagine if they are part of india , tab kya haal hota iss desh ka..

Anyways, I found some awesome videos captured somewhere in that timeframe :



In this video , its was shown that on 14th August "A new country" with highest number of muslim population in the world ,had been carved out of India. Also important point to notice in this video was that it declared India was something like a Hindoo nation.
Now i am getting into the nerve of the problem. It was a long policy of Western world to treat india as a hindoo country so that the Islamic powers inside the country feel insecure and then external Islamic fundamentalistics would drive them to wage a war against india .

Here is another video of this time frame :




”Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.
A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance. It is fitting that at this solemn moment we take the pledge of dedication to the service of India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity “



कवि: राम अवतार त्यागी

मन समर्पित, तन समर्पित
और यह जीवन समर्पित
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती तुझे कुछ और भी दूं

माँ तुम्हारा ॠण बहुत है, मैं अकिंचन
किन्तु इतना कर रहा फिर भी निवेदन
थाल में लाऊँ सजा कर भाल जब भी
कर दया स्वीकार लेना वह समर्पण

गान अर्पित, प्राण अर्पित
रक्त का कण कण समर्पित
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती तुझे कुछ और भी दूं

मांज दो तलवार, लाओ न देरी
बाँध दो कस कर क़मर पर ढाल मेरी
भाल पर मल दो चरण की धूल थोड़ी
शीश पर आशीष की छाया घनेरी

स्वप्न अर्पित, प्रश्न अर्पित
आयु का क्षण क्षण समर्पित
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती तुझे कुछ और भी दूं

तोड़ता हूँ मोह का बन्धन, क्षमा दो
गांव मेरे, द्वार, घर, आंगन क्षमा दो
आज सीधे हाथ में तलवार दे दो
और बायें हाथ में ध्वज को थमा दो

यह सुमन लो, यह चमन लो
नीड़ का त्रण त्रण समर्पित
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती तुझे कुछ और भी दूं



India will keep growing with all happening because These western powers and external Islamic fundamentalism can't shake our foundations that are based of love and affection . It reminded me of Actor Feroz Khan , who died last year . May be some of you are aware of the fact that Gen Pervez Musharraf had banned veteran Bollywood actor Feroz Khan from entering Pakistan . Reason was his words :

"India is a secular country," he was quoted by a Pakistani daily as saying. "Muslims there are making a lot of progress. Our President is a Muslim, the PM a Sikh. Pakistan was made in the name of Islam, but look how Muslims are killing each other.

"I have not come here on my own," he added. "I was invited to come. Our films are so powerful that your government could not stop them for long." A member from the Indian delegation who was present at the event confirmed to TOI that Khan had said this in front of an audience numbering about a thousand people. The actor also got into a scuffle at the same function with local compere Fakr Alam regarding a remark the latter made about Manisha Koirala. In another speech, he reportedly abused US President George Bush in public.

Source of the above news : http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1537827,prtpage-1.cms

Islamic fundamentalists will soon take over in Afghanistan and Pakistan. The US will withdraw from the region, leaving India to bear the brunt of consequences. Terrorism will rise in India, but the economy will still keep growing. How so? Well, 3000 people die every year falling off Mumbai’s suburban trains, and that does not stop Mumbai’s growth.Similarly Terrorism and western forces will bruise India, but not halt its growth.


Vande Matram ,
Jai Mata di ,
Jai Hindoostan,
Love you all

Old Hindi poem by सूर्यकांत त्रिपाठी निराला

This poem is one of my favorites . Today is 30th Jan and its the day when Nathuram Godse assassinated Mohan Das Karam Chand Gandhi in 1948. In 2005 there was a movie named "Mein ne Gandhi ko nahi mara". I loved that movie very much . It was that movie which recalled my old memories of our Hindi class in school days when we used to hate these poems and the poets . But now I love reading some old poems and with difference dimensions of understanding them . Here is the poem by Nirala ji :

हिम्मत करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।
लहरों से डरकर नौका पार नहीं होती

नन्ही चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर सौ बार फिसलती है,
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है,
चढ़कर गिरना,गिरकर चढ़ना न अखरता है,
आखिर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती ,
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।

डुबकियां सिंधु में गोताखोर लगाता है,
जा-जाकर खाली हाथ लौट आता है,
मिलते न सहेज के मोती पानी में,
बहता दूना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में,
मुठ्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
हिम्मत करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।

असफलता एक चुनौती है स्वीकार करो,
क्या कमी रह गयी,देखो और सुधार करो,
जब तक न सफल हो नींद चैन को त्यागो तुम,
संघर्षों का मैदान छोड़ मत भागो तुम,
कुछ किये बिना ही जय-जयकार नहीं होती,
हिम्मत करने वालों की हार नहीं होती...

Abandoned Life

Remembering the golden days of my past
Neither the seasons nor the days or nights ever last
Where once the cold waters and the harmony showers
Now turned red with the burning Kesar flowers
Once the mountains with white foam
Looks like the bunkers and the crying Dome
In my eyes kashmir did no wrong
I've loved it for so long
And after all is said and done
It is still my land

Once famous for the love and as Heaven
The politics made it a bone of contention
The crown of India with famous kangri and pashmina
Now has turned into Terrorist Madina
Glimpse eternity of Amarnath and Hazratbal
Now filled with Bombs,guns and Shells
In my eyes kashmir did no wrong
I've loved it for so long
And after all is said and done
It is still my land

Morning Prayers at Sankarachaya and kheer bhawani
Collating the ruins of Martand and many
The echoes of Sufi music and bubbling kehwa of Samovar
Turned into profane and a malevolent war
Apples, phirans ,almonds and saffron
Ignited the massacres, genocides and vandalism did happen
In my eyes kashmir did no wrong
I've loved it for so long
And after all is said and done
It is still my land

The frozen lake and the beautiful shikara's
Burning houses and deserted minara's
Road rash and splendid kashmiriyat
Now filled with Clashes ,rapes and no insaniyat
Time changes everything
But One truth always stays the same
In my eyes kashmir did no wrong
I've loved it for so long
And after all is said and done
It is still my land

I will remember Kashmir
And what fundamentalism put Kashmir through
And in this cruel and lonely world
I found one love and its only you
In my eyes kashmir did no wrong
I've loved it for so long
And after all is said and done
It is still my land



By Aditya dogra
It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.

Who Am I ?

Tell me who am I , brother .

There is the me and then the other,

My alter ego won't surrender,

And this it is that makes me wonder.

How far will I have to travel ,

Before I can the plot unravel?

The secrets of the human mind,

Mysteries of all mankind.

I thought I knew who I was ,

Until I saw through gossamer and gauze,

Not easy to penetrate the shell,

And dive into a darkened well.

Consciously I can decided ,

The other to deride,

Subconsciously , I'm overpowered,

The other me always on guard.

A battle royal will then ensue ,

As I'm sure it does for you :

there is always two of us in one ,

So one can sun while other has fun

Go to Market and punt away,

Or bide at home and stay away:

The choice is always yours to make,

Don't believe the other, for he is a fake .

If you still don't get the hang of it,

You are not alone , not one bit:

Mother ,father, or grandfather,

Won't get you down this road much farther.

By Ashok Sawhny

kASHMIR- mY mOTHERLaNd

O kashmir, home of mine
Valley of Gods and land divine!!
What is tearing you apart ?
What rends thy sacred heart?

The lovely fabric that you wore
The jamas and shawls galore,
Woven by those of the land-
Then there was no foreign hand.

People lived in total peace
Holidaymakers came from Greece
Gulmarg was the paradise,
Heaven looking down through its eyes.

Shikaras were a fatal attraction
That was my only reactions;
I never wanted to leave the lake
Not for heaven ,nor for its sake .

Snow-clad mountains and their peaks
Kashmiri is what the local speaks,
No hindu, Muslim and any other
No pandita, mullahs-only bothers.

How can things take such ugly shape -
Mindless looting ,plunder and rape ?
In the Firfaus of the East,
What has turned Man to Beast ?

In religion meant for this -
Hatred, intolerance and no bliss ?
The fair name of the fairest land
Tainted now - and by whose hand ?

The villains were those who spit the nation
And walked away , leaving conflagration,
Their global empire reduced to a pretty state
Having practised the politics of creating hates

Let us ride above those machinations
Of powers limited by their own limitations.
Let not the leaders of today
Through artful design lose their way.

If history does itself repeat
Then let it show pre-'47:
It's not beyond human feat
Let us get back out Heaven !!!!

By Ashok Sawhny

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.

Dedicated to My Mother Earth



The grass is green and blue is sky.
The Human class is mean and so do I.
Loving someone from the heart.
Writing a love letter and saving it as draft.
Someone once asked who the hell is she,
I smiled and replied 'she is a typecasted me'.


The forest and mountains are crying ,
Still we ,humans, are enjoying the music and let them dying.
The horizon is gone and no shade of the trees,
Still we ,humans, are counting the beads and smoking the weeds.


Stocks are rising and bulls are fighting .
No time to sleep but still we are hiking.
Reaching the tops and enjoying the beauty.
Climbing down and pissing roadside is our duty.


The trigger is on and dimension of time is gone.
Earth is now frowning with floods and moaning in marshy mud's.
Why crying for help or asking for death,
This is what you have created Mr. Macbeth .


Her beautiful eyes were clear and dark.
But soon humans wrecked her just like Bismark .
We're running wild and we're restless.
And we live in the high altitude apartments to be breathless.


The Global warming and dead dark mornings,
The situations of droughts and Terrorist warnings,
The Massacres based on religion and the casts.
Another name of Nature's Holocaust .

So now Humans ,enjoy this holocaust as you are the mother of all the inventions ;-)




Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
~~~Kahlil Gibran




By- Aditya Dogra :-)

'm Singing

I'm singin' in the rain, Just singin' in the rain...

What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again..
I'm laughing at clouds, so dark up above..
The sun's in my heart, and I'm ready for love.
Let the stormy clouds chase, Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face.
I'll walk down the lane, With a happy refrain
And I'm singin', just singin' in the rain

ViruLenT SiLencE

Listening to the voice of my soul
I think am enough old to make a decision so called 'bold'
Life is saying ' don't look away ' and live me with at least some way
Flowing wind through my window is calling me to be a part of it
I don't know whats acting as a obstacle in my head makes me apart from it.

Reading a book 'art of war' and thinking about the altitude pressure in 'BAR'
The chants of rudrams are making me crazy
seems like am in a temple and living a life which is Lazy
The world seems to be a dump of dreams
without understanding what i am going to be "A Being"

Life and death are not the related
My Soul is shouting 'you are born here but happy belated death '
Darkness surround the light, making light 'a shining black'
rusted emotions makes me think what is that 'which i really lag and Lack'

My Aimless life is feeling blues with losing spirit to live
the love which once holds me tight , seems like thinning blood vessels
and that's a sparking true .

writing code and following mail threads ,
doesn't make me think that i am not dead
Booting Routers and googling dreams
doesn't calm down my soul from continuous screams

Listening Music ,watching movies,reading books and eating
Playing foosball, chatting with friends and attending meetings
This is all i am doing , trying to run from my inner heatings
I know that's a F***ing cheating

Messed up Nights , void aim and searching soul for someone to blame
Energizing myself with Black coffee but nothing is helping to diminishing my inner flame
Burying myself under the Sun Beams and smashing my thoughts without any mean
Results in giving jerks to my life with a old thought of Atlas Shrugged " WHO is John Galt ?. "

BY - ADITYA DOGRA

Rusted Soul and Damned body

Wisdom of hollowness inside my body

sometime argues with endurance of my soul

Makes me to abandon all my words…….

the words of my spirit, “I believe in ME”

Barren land of haunted desires

sometime craves for spark of drop

My body wants to leave everything

But my soul cries and shouts….

“I believe in vigor of my tears”

Lifeless body lingers with soul

sometime hides behind fallacious wall

My body leaves truth to live in fallacy

But my soul dances and shouts…

“I believe in trueness of my breath”

Somewhere beyond this moment

where my soul and my body dances

in the realm of isolated heaven

I can surely hear my song….

I believe in togetherness

of my body and my soul

“I Believe in ME”