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One crazy guy Left the comfort to explore From center of the land to edge of the shore One crazy guy Who once won the world Lost the trust, got the stones hurled One crazy guy With a thirst to make a dent Surviving the weather without a tent One crazy guy Wanted to remove crisis and poverty Clean the minds that were dirty One crazy guy On a mission to reach the peak Built the journey desirable to seek

The gentle traveller in my barn, Spinning an adventurous yarn. Of the pains she bore, And the experiences she scored. Her eyes were big in excitement, I was surprised with enlightenment. She started with the fun, And how she reached moon and the sun. Things didn't go well in her life, A horrible person rejected her as wife. Memories made her eyes wet, Yet the brave lady did not fret. Didn't let a single tear fall, Stood up high and tall. Gazed deep at the moon, Shouted laughter and started to drool. She then spoke of her experiences around the world, Of praises she got and criticism people hurled. We walked on the grass towards her bike, Her pains seemed heavier and rucksack was light. She smiled and sat on the saddle, Waved back while she paddled. She added another chapter to my life, A new lesson and a new light.

Jaipur Sky After Rains Clouds are dark, Sun rays left a mark, Time for joy of a new start, And for a voyage I am about to embark. Climbing up the hills, Freezing weather giving the chills, I want to be the first to experience the rains, Jump higher, and shout the laughter in the terrain.

Truth holds no meaning if can't be spoken, Success can't be ensued if efforts are broken. Truth can hurt because words are harsh, We can fall because the path is marsh. Life's a voyage through an upstream flow, Heart endures the pain yet we smile with a glow.

The sky was clear The clouds were white Horizon was near Mind was light It rained happiness Eyes were cheerful Legs were dancing Weather was blossomful Birds were romancing It rained happiness Breeze was cool Grass had dew Wanted to drool Life was new It rained happiness

I walked I jumped I went up to the base I jogged I ran I sped up my pace I reached I topped Yet I lost the race Feat in hand Couldn't celebrate Efforts a waste I sat I cried Bitter was the taste God director Life surprise Destiny a maze

A quick one, wrote this yesterday post midnight :D Everything can't be bought, Every man should be taught. Every rule can't be broken, She is not a possession to be taken. Don't misunderstand, She's not a helping hand. She's an independent kite, Not a slave as your wife. She simply can't be impressed, No matter how well you get dressed. To hit the dart in the center, You have to find her heart and enter. You can't win her with your money, Nor with your love and words like 'my honey.' Give her respect and pay heed, Not only affection but attention also she needs. You've responsibility and so does she, Men should also compromise as nothing comes for free. Leaving her parents shouldn't be a boundation, Weights should be equal for a great foundation.

Finally, I gave up my Nokia, thanks to Microsoft who didn't take care of its customers and rising need of internet and apps in India after demonetization.  RIP Lumia!  I have bought a smartphone otherwise known as Android phone...Now, I am figuring out how to use it :( Alongside reading 'Family Wisdom', my 5th title of Robin Sharma. This book has deeply moved me, probably my second best read after Alchemist. I read Leadership Wisdom two years ago but that didn't have that magic! Family Wisdom is even better than its prequel, Monk Who Sold His Ferrari.  Family Wisdom is a must read!   Anyway, like every year, I wrote this rhyme on new year eve.  Break the doors which stop you, From opening a chapter that's new. Break the barriers which prevent you, From experiencing sunrise and the dew. Move ahead but not start a new life, Forget the wrongs, cherish all the rights. You are beautiful and so is your life, Leave the string and fly as an independent...

And here's my third Hindi poem!! Wrote this at 2:30am last night. हाथ नहीं किसी के आउ, हवा नहीं तूफ़ान हूं मैं। कितना भी कोई रोके टोके, अपने ही रास्ते जाऊँगा। है ताकत तो करो सामना, तुम्हे कुचल बढ़ जाऊंगा। जितना भी तुम पास आओ, गले नहीं लगाऊंगा। छूने की कोशिश करी तो, चूर चूर कर जाऊंगा। इतना मैं बुरा ना था पहले, उस चोट ने ऐसा बना दिया। घायल किया गंभीरता से ऐसा, होश में मुझे ला दिया। बन के मैं शीतल हवा, लहराता घूमता फिरता था। गरजती बिजली से फिर हुआ सामना, हौसला मेरा जड़ दिया। बादल ऐसा गरजाया उसने, पानी मुझे कर दिया। जो दबता है आधा, दबा उसे देते हैं। शराफत जो दिखाए ज़्यादा, बेज़ुबां उसे कर देते हैं। ठान ली थी उस दिन से, हवा नहीं तूफ़ान हूं मैं। कदमो की आहट नहीं, शेर की दहाड़ हूं मैं।

Here's my second poem in Hindi :D I'm finding it fun to write in Hindi though it's little difficult than writing in English. Btw, this post goes online on '16th December', the movie I love to watch again and again because of Milind Soman who is always a treat to watch <3  रास्ता कितना भी कठिन हो, समय कितना भी जटिल हो, मेहनत और लगन सच्ची हो, सब आसान है। हिम्मत भले ही टूट जाये, कदम भले ही रुक जाये, ठान ली अगर एक बार जाने की, पहुचना आसान है। किस्मत बेशक रूठी हो, मंज़िल बेशक झूटी हो, दिल से मांगो अगर उसे, पाना आसान है। लड़क लड़क के चलना पड़े, ऊंचा पहाड़ चढ़ना पड़े, निष्चय अगर कर लिया एक बार, सफलता आसान है। पहुच गए एक बार ऊपर, मंज़िल का एहसास किया छूकर, हासिल भले ही ना वो हमे, संभलना आसान है। रास्ता सब सिखा देता है, हिम्मत बड़ी दिला देता है, आंसू भले गिर जाये रोकर, जीना आसान है।

The balcony, the window, and the evenings, Get me back that time, Less of sad dawns, more of bright sunshine. Cheerful sunsets, memorable books, On my building's terrace, Bring me back the memories to embrace. When books were the best friends, And the fear of future not in mind, Oh, Lord! Send me back and rewind the time.

[This rhyme is quite old, was penned on 6/8/13. Wrote this a day before Promises To Keep . A pretty silly, romantic and long! Umm!] How beautiful is she! Like splendid monsoon coupled with a cup of tea. Her locks are moving down my face, Like sea breeze moving in haste. Her eyes are deep that they pull me in, Whirling the gyroscope of love, into a spin. She's gorgeous in her pink top, My eyes are not blinking and my heartbeat stopped. She makes me lay in her lap, With more intimacy and little gap. She flickers her fingers through my hair, Staring at me with a desperate glare. Her eyes enchant the story of bliss, Tempting me to plant on her forehead, a lovely kiss. She wants me to say something fair, I responded- I'll be there; to keep you happy is all I care. When she's singing, she's the best, Like nightingale's sound from the nest. She is whistling songs on the way, I wish to hear them throughout the day. He...

The money you earn and the money you spend, Nothing is left when life comes to an end. The anger you display, the revenge you seek, Happiness is what you desire when life is about to end. Do what your heart tells you to do, So you do not regret for anything when life comes to an end. You should forgive, you should forget, sour relationships you need to mend, So you cherish all the people when your life comes to an end. Express your love when your heart paces, Tell her before your voice freezes, This time won't be back, when life will come to an end.

This is an update to the previous post:  Purpose Of Life I really don't understand the concept of people celebrating their own birthdays though I've got really no problem with that and why would I have a problem either? I have not done anything remarkable after being born. Anyway, I believe, birthdays are always special for the parents and the people around who love the person who was born on the day. Birthdays mark the day of a child entering in the parents' world. It's the day for them to cherish, it marks the anniversary of their love for each other and the offspring which brought the contentment in their lives. So, I feel extremely odd when people around me ask for my birth-date so they could wish me on the day; I don't know how to react when people wish me with 'happy birthday' except for saying 'thank you.' I've got few relatives, few former colleagues of my mom, a few neighbours (old and new) and as I mentioned earlier: 3-4 frien...

The luxury car is of no use, If you're smoking cigarette in it. The ground clearance of your SUV is of no use, If you're spitting tobacco from the power windows. The smartphone is of no use, If your purpose is verbal abuse. Your fighter planes are of no use, If the pilots die due to technical snags and not on the battlefield. Prayers are of no use, If you're seeking ill for someone. Education is of no use, If you're not using it for the amelioration of society. Failures are of no use, If you're not learning from them. Spectacles are of no use, If you're still unable to see the good things. Your watch is of no use, If you're still running late. Your tongue is of no use, If you can't stand against injustice. Your clothes are of no use, If you end up letting others down. Money is of no use, If not invested in a noble cause. Youth is of no use, If caught in the vicious circle of drugs. Men are of no use, If they can...

[Birthdays are always special. But, sometimes I just don't find birthdays so special, I feel as if I've not done my part to celebrate or be happy about something...This is the reason that only three or perhaps four(not more than that) of my friends know the date. Following are a few lines which depict my thoughts towards the life and birth. Happy Reading!] There's a reason for which you have taken Birth, Fulfil it, and make your living a Worth. Do something that world remembers You, And people say- he was the person I very well Knew. Those who are born Blessed, With gold and silver in their Chest, Must understand that everyone's not lucky to have their own Nest. Loosen your pockets and be Benevolent. Amnesty is the cause for which birthdays are Meant. Let your birthday be a reason for someone's Smile, Plant a tree or surprise a Child. Helping destitute is a noble Cause, I'm not asking you to set your moments of joy in a Pause, Kee...

[The following one was written when I actually was not able to sleep and kept murmuring-   Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!, Why I'm not able to sleep? And, the first line of my poem was born. I decided to pen it keeping the primary sound of "EEP." Here are the words of wisdom from a sleep deprived man.  Happy Reading!] Night is there and I’m not able to Sleep As I’ve promises to Keep. Slope is Steep and I’m still moving As I’ve… The path is difficult with thorns and cliffs, I’m travelling barefoot, not in a Jeep As I’ve… The aim is Horizon even if I’ve to walk on Poison, My determination is Deep As I’ve… Seeds are to be sown and fruits are to be Reaped, Be it season or bad weather, I’ll keep moving As I’ve… Path is Dire, as narrow as Wire, I’ll climb or Leap As I’ve… People say- My hope will Die, I’ll keep moving to prove their words- A Lie, I’ll be patient and not Weep As I’ve… My love in the valley pulling me ...

[How many times you have found Insects creeping in your clothes? Well, I get Goosebumps just by the thought of it. I have encountered such situations a several times…Ants, Wasps, Bees – I have been bitten by all of them. And following is a similar story - A little kid from School Hostel who has found the army of tiny Ants in his Pants. Happy Reading! ] Ants in my Pants, Ants in my Pants, What I’ve found is Ants in my Pants. Left, Right, Up, and Down, Biting me all over as Prey they’ve Found. All of them are in colour Red, Got into the Pants as Cream-Biscuits were on the Bed. I removed them and wore another Pants, Bathroom was nearby, to God I Thanked. This Pants was having Ants Also, Kicking my torso like Xabi Alonso. I removed my Pants to take a Bath, Showed the Ants - The Water Path. Came back and wore Pants Again, Accidently, Pants were the very Same. Whom will I tell my Apathy? How will I show my sc...