Tuesday, May 12, 2009

'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

Sunday, April 19, 2009

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

Friday, April 17, 2009

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”

Thursday, March 19, 2009

If i has known !!!


Thinking of sane life in insane world
i took a deep breath and said a good bye
tossing life and turning pages
looks like i am dying from ages and ages
listening Metallica with my headphones
talking to myself on the dead phones
disconnec
ting friends and nearby
in order to understand who the f**k am I
rusted aims,plastic means and rotten dreams
now-a-days make me scream whenever i try to be myself being
Moving ahead under the shadow of dark sky
still thinking someday i will fly
grinning eyes and clocking breath
am think i am alive or dead
poverty wrinkled down my face
making others understand the slowdown pace
need to grip the flowing water tight
so as to show up light is bright.

BY ADITYA DOGRA

Monday, March 9, 2009

life is big Shit ,so dont Quit anything for it :-()


When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and its turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit!


BY - ADITYA DOGRA

Monday, October 13, 2008

The best poem of 2006


This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an
African Kid


When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black


And you white fellow

When you born, you pink

When you grow up, you white

When you go in sun, you red

When you cold, you blue

When you scared, you yellow

When you sick, you green

And when you die, you gray


And you calling me colored?

NOTE: IF YOU ARE WHITE, PLEASE TAKE IT EASY, IF YOU ARE BLACK , PROUD BE BLACK




Sunday, July 20, 2008

Dark Life


I’m trapped
trapped in this life
trapped by the choices and decisions I’ve made
resulting in this irreversible trap that binds me
constricting me to a given path
like a train bound to its tracks
I see my future before me
a path that chokes the joy from my life
trapped by my parentage
who bequeathed me my middleclass mediocrity
trapped by a spouse
who no longer loves me, but wouldn’t understand why
trapped by a Relationship
which really needs my love and presence, and requires me to remain alive
trapped by apathetic friends
who are fully absorbed in their own crises
trapped by an education
that excludes interesting career choices
trapped by jobs
that mandate acceptance, conformity, boredom
trapped by geography
restricting my ability to run far away
trapped by poverty
eliminating all choices entirely
I have no viable options
no pleasant foreseeable future
no realistic reason for foolish hope
nor pathetic undaunted optimism
I have nothing but the melancholy realization
that this is my shitty life
and unfortunately
it will last
forever

BY - ADITYA DOGRA