do not hate... love...

Thoda sa pyar... a little love

bachhe badon se samajhdar... children are wiser than adults

apni galtiyan mano... realize your mistakes

pehle yeh mano ki tum galat ho... first believe that your are wrong

mat bharo yeh sharm yeh galat hone ka ehsas... do not fill life with shame and the feeling of guilt

let them be... be brave... and learn their lessons...

be happy.. happy for them... happy for yourself...

smile... smile when you wake up in the morning...

taare zameen par... stars on the ground

tujhe sab hai pata ... hai na maa... you know everything right? my mother!

machines... robots... lets not produce human robots...

lets be human.. shall we!!!

nikharne do unhe... let them shine

apni parchai mat banao... do not create your own reflection

jeene do... let them live...

breathe...

do not point a stick on their face... to make them learn

the only thing they will learn is what they see on the tip of the stick...

tote mat banao... do not create parrots...

accept... accept their wisdom...

do not be jealous... do not negate their wisdom...

every child has one..let them communicate.. communicate in language they discover for themself.. a llanguage they understand

kick those teachers who do not know this... accept this...

do no use fear... love... love... love

they will know it all... they will learn it all...

in any form.. in any language... love

and the magic will happen... love them, love yourself

today.. once again i spoke,

spoke to darkness...

i tried to reason with him...

put up many deals...

tried to lure him and bribe him...

tried to corrupt him as much as i could..

for i am selfish..

selfish to get what my heart desires...

he says he has no desire...

no desire to keep anyone..

for he only protects the people wh love him the most..

he asked me to find a way..

a way to speak to you.

so you know where we stand...

i see one way... the only way and that is to walk right across te street where u live...

for i will not do it now ... now that i have once walked on that street...

you have to cme out .. or at least look fr the light...

MY REALITY

THERE IS NO ONE TO TALK TO. NO MORE.
I LOATHE THIS GAP, TIMES WHEN I WANT TO TALK TO YOU BUT YOU ARE NOT AROUND.
THERE IS NO ONE NO MORE. I FOUND A FRIEND I COULD TALK TO, BUT SHE FELL IN LOVE, THE INEVITABLE HAPPENED WITH HER AND NOW I HAVE TO GET AWAY.
I HAVE TO GET AWAY AS I CANT TAKE THE PRESSURE OF LOVE. STRANGE ISN’T IT? SINCE WHEN LOVE BECAME A PRESSURE FOR ME! MY LOVE MY REALITY. I TELL MYSELF THIS IS NO DREAM. THIS IS MY REALITY.
TOMORROW IF I DIE, IT WILL BE FINE. I WILL NOT FEAR DEATH AND DESIRE LIFE WHEN YOU ARE WITH ME. TODAY EVERYDAY IS A WASTE AS I DO NOT DESIRE LIFE AND I FEAR DEATH. EVERY DAY SPENT WITHOUT YOU WILL NOT COME BACK, I WANT TO LIVE AS LONG AS POSSIBLE TO ONCE AGAIN WALK TOGETHER.

I am a dead Man

Greatness of live is not in it's greatness. Today I sit here looking at myself, a pile. A pile of dirt that I see no more. No more can I stand the sight of it. A tear down my chest, a feeling unknown. Looking outside my window at the airplane passing by, flying high.... Wings that I only see. Light which keeps blinking into my eyes. I feel like a limb. Just here. A tear down my eyes. I  no longer ask myself, no longer trouble myself with the choice of being alive. It's a slow death. Nearing everyday. Day by day. Masks all over. One for each motion. None for myself. All I fear is here. Myself! Thank you for listening to me today, the show may go on....... Who know 's ! What the future beholds? 

Break Point

Christams eve...

For some reason or another all happy days cums with a twist.

I believe this is more to do with the foundations.. today i have no more poetry...

today when the basics are challenging enough to uproot me from my deep sleep...

a sleep chosen out of my own consciousness...

for more than 2 yrs ... i have been telling myself that i know no better.

i know no better.. so i do what i do...

i live the way i live...

to this time today, where nothing is same anymore...

to this time today, where i realize - living just that way or doing just that is not possible anymore..

to this time today... where i see life myself...

crashing around myself...

go round and round. . and round. . and round .

peace is not to be, till i see.

nothing is coming out of my heart anymore...

my heart is burnt in the flames of all the ciggarette i smoke...

peace is not to be till i see...

round and round...

round and round...

round and round...

flutters of my heart...

everytime it connects... connects with you, which is me... reflection is what it is..

flutters my heart.... everytime it feels.... vibrates.... listens...

listens to the music of the wind, the soul , the universe.

i lie down... lie down on my back . looking up in the sky... the endless horizon.

today i write... write after so long, after so long the dead shivers ... wakes up to breathe...

smell of fresh flowers... few the morning dew ... walking on the wet grass...

it flutters... everytime i meet you... you my relfection!!!!

flutters my heart... and flutters my whole existence... when u come and depart... come and depart ... unannolunced ... everytime... all the time...
i am poet when you are around... your thoughts surround... i m a miser for words otherwise...

writing is not a passion ... or a hobby . it is an expression of my being...

its time now when i no more know... but only desire... deisre of the unknown... memories of the past.

god bless my soul. and urs.. and the enitre world's

god bless god.