Golden swoop

You must have thought of stealing gold? 6.45 pm, road next to FSI building is the place for action. People swoops to abscond gold back to their place. The car head lights in traffic seemed like golden rocks ham-handed by night commuters. But all that glitter is not gold. And I think you won’t mind if I steal some.

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Hurry! Last 5 minutes, hurry!

We can’t escape our memories of last five minutes; while writing examinations, accelerating for the first lecture and punching clock to be at office. Today, last five minutes got me a roller coaster ride. I and my cab mates were running late by five minutes. Then, one of my cab mate from his morning slumber told the driver,” kheench lo bhaiya bas paanch minute reh gae hai”. Then, the adventure begins. Cab rushed into the fog, splitting it apart. It geared and shut his eyes to every traffic light, to every vehicle. It was just the astronaut and his space shuttle, which landed grounds at 293 seconds. Those five minutes, we were just hoping to reach office safely. It was a death either way. I think, none of us would mind if we are added with five more minutes to our twenty four hours.

show must go on!!!

SHOW MUST GO ON,

NO MATTER WHATSOEVER HAPPENS,

LOOK AT IT BUT MOVE ON.

STILL THE THINGS ARE BEHIND CURTAIN,

STILL THE WORDS ARE UNSPOKEN,

STILL THE ANGER IS BURNING,

FOR ALL THAT THINGS THAT MADE THINGS FALL APART.

STILL M WAITING TO HAVE MY SAY,

STILL M AWAKE TO SEE YOUR FACE,

STILL M TRUSTING THE TRUST FADED AWAY,

FOR ALL THAT SILENCE M STILL TO CONQUER.

STILL OTHERS ARE THERE FOR YOUR WAY,

AND THE SWORD THAT WOUNDED MORE EVERYDAY,

NOBODY'S PERFECT AND SO THE FATE

SHOW MUST GO ON,

NO MATTER WHATSOEVER HAPPENS,

LOOK AT IT BUT MOVE ON.

PAINS MAY COME, PAINS MAY GO

WOUNDS OF PAST ARE PRESENT FOR SURE,

IT WILL GO OFF AS SOON AS TIME SHOW THE POWER,

I HAVE PUSHED IT FOR A LONG,

TO BRING IT BACK TO ITS SHELF

BUT NOW I GROW STRONG,

AND LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND....

TO MOVE ON!!!!!

want to live up...

Noise in my mind and the sound outside,
not letting me rest and think for a while,
what should I do with the mess inside,
should hit the bottle or bend the rules for a mile...

A the moth hour of eve, I decide to leave the grieve,
for the maimed, limp and bashful spirit,
I organize a party to make it audacious, complacent and veritable...

I ask for nothing but my lion's share,
for i am all set to screw my courage,
to spend all night, to go nuts about a place in the sun,
giving wide berth to fear, to wipe the slate clean...

I think in medias res of that wrapped mesmerizing place,
not a deja vu but a sight for sore eyes,
as I come to life dancing on the sea and singing to the tune,
with no love lost for healing drops and flowing wines......

W to live up that way, with no retrospect and pain,
the heart that scared to shrug off fear which was vain....

"time to move on?"

"time to move on?"

its not a story nor a poem , m gonna write tonight,

its not the emotions nor the feelings , m goona open up tonight,

its not about what's on my mind , nor about the words , m gonna describe tonight,

its yet another decision ,m confused and not even willing to put aside,

the fear of losing and joy of gaining, is yet another thing that hit me all the time,

m not that brave to bear it all but not coward enough to face it all,

i did everything that was in my hand, but was not able to hold you for that long..

i don't show my worth but myself for you, but when it was you, i expected you out of you,

now i ask myself every time i sit beside me,

is it a time to move on , or still wait for sometime,

though i know everything, but hope for some miracle,

as god inside me is still justified and true,

i wish the eyes to get awakened and wisdom to take its space,

as time is near for something to happen..

i think and still wonder

until my intution commands me to work for others,

for the position they hold and endeavor they make,

so i take a decision blissfully for not to pretend,

i am still the same as i was earlier, it was just a phase that made me enter asylum...

so i got the answer full and final...

i was not meant for you, but for the things i do,

i don't wish to be stagnant as change it would never do,

i decide for me for what to do,

"its time to move on" as of what i really want it now...

not just the words but a call from inside

don't wait for life , and do what you want to be.....