Who is She?

As i start with yet another verse

I realise the importance to rehearse

But then I feel how inappropriate it would be

To manipulate my feelings as I start this story.

My story has me and my story has her

No flash of lightning, no rattling peal of thunder

I write with no grief in mind, no salt no heat

For her for whom my heart skips a beat.

I met her very late, later than him

I dont know why i was so late to swim

But this life of ours shows so many turns

To reach her i didnt have to make too many runs.

We met first and then we met again

Those walks never got over, nor did those lanes

And even as we parted after every journey together

That craving for the next never changed the weather.

I remember her running back at the stroke of midnight

As i would still stand firm and bright

Waiting for her to just turn once, for that smile so fair

This man always awaited her last bright stare.

As days grew shorter and her smile got brighter

This relationship we shared grew even more stronger

I loved to write and talk about her

Even though irritating mosquitoes continued to bother.

Life was good with little to grieve

Until the mountain of sorrow made it hard to believe

I stooped and stuttered, faltered and uttered

This time this destiny of mine could not be buttered.

Now and again she came to my rescue

As she set the path for another cue

She made me and did well to shape me

And how could i forget how much she loved me.

But as every story comes to an end

My life decided to follow this general trend.

She was leaving and going far away

But promised to never keep away.

I stood by the shore watching her go

That smile on her face now had a watery glow

The lights grew dim and our faces more grim

To her sail i so wanted to swim.

She had to go so why that feeling then

That lump in my throat came back again

I saw her go with that smile so fair

This man yet awaits that last bright stare.

- For her I don't know whom :)

The Tiny Boat

The night is lonely, here goes another short story

Of the tiny boat that was all weary and dreary

All lonely and dazed, with none to care

It so just vanished into thin air.

With no sailor on the shore, it sailed across

Facing tumultous waves, it almost went for a toss

But who cared about it, that abondoned tragedy

No story did it deserve nor any elegy.

But this boat did once have it's own fairy tale

Not once in it's life did to anyone fail

Eroded and corroded though it now seemed to be

Who knows how was decided it's destiny.

That gracious sailor who made it one day

Was denied it's comfort as it was stolen away

And all that while he had worked on it

Had memories of such undisputed companionship.

As it left the docks one fine evening

The sailor could not bear it leaving

And though he cried and tried to stop

He just shed blood till the very last drop.

This tiny boat had it's master away

But could not give up to such dismay

A new world it saw now, some new faces

Life was showing it new races.

The burden had doubled, the care not there

Just tremors and lose screws everywhere

But it sailed through all as it had been deemed to

Life is an adventurous journey, so true.

This new land had found a new master

And her touch clicked heartbeats faster

She took the boat and mended it's ways

Those were the most beautiful days.

But she had to go as fate so decided

Nothing is permanent, it was always prided

The boat had to leave as the anchor got weak

Into another mystery some unknown creek.

The boat still sailed as it sailed alone

In life , hopeless attachments always make us stoned

It knew it had to sail alone and away

Every new adventure in life is just like another day.

K....

A bond of love as strong as ever

Unbreakable it seemed, glorious forever

Where it lay as it lay my innermost self

All moulded together in what i would delve.

I know not what happened, that stormy night

That resulted in such venomous plight.

Eroded and corroded those souls both cried

To destiny's decision which they had once defied.

Those terrains were hard, those woods were grim

But why did they fail when they had agreed to swim

Through the angry waters and those dark nightmares

Where struggles were obvious and high were fares.

Drop drop drops of water, those eyes could smother

But that was what they wanted then why did it bother

She chose her way and he chose his

How and why is it always like this.

Burns from within, but that was never the option

Then who had dared to prepare this bloody concoction

Nor she was wrong, nor was he right

But fate had them such terribly fight.

Lost all his voice but is still standing straight

This man who now has his woman away

But prays for her and she for him

To keep him away from every sin.

She goes away as he sees her go

These eyes can take no more

Lines get shorter and the horizon reaches

To his lovely woman about whom he still preaches.

The evening Sun which glooms all red

Will rise with glory and sew their life's thread

As time decides how they will fare

The man awaits from her that last bright stare.

The Episodic Cycle

...And as he sits and spends his life

And as he smiles for his every strife

A gulp in his throat every now and then

A genuine one not that often.

As he hides and deceives and ponders

His spirit so true he constantly wonders

What his life is, is so difficult

A glint of glory and the rest tumult.

All silence follows in those deathly hallows

A flury and flutter is all that follows

A roar of his thoughts and a repertoire of emotions

He remains shaken by his every motion.

As he thinks,he thinks to sway away

Life is so cruel,why not give it away

With nothing to cling and no ground to stand

Why to waste this piece of land!!

All set to go, all motions kidnapped

A hapless fury, the soul almost swapped

He wonders again and drives insane

All shadows and stories but seem in vain.

A stand he takes, or does he take

That decision at which he goes on stake

That sun that shines as he takes the edge

But down below, the world's not a stage.

That Sun that shines and creates glory

Also lives up to it's own story

It rises in glory but eventually also falls

Even he cannot conquer all!!

The truth as it showed all in his eyes

It was his mind who made him think twice

Life is not only about the worst my friend

Till it shows it's best,it shall never end.

When I learnt to be more expressive..

My Dad

My life is what i owe to him

He who stands by me even when it’s grim

Without words and complaints he comforts me

He is the root of my family tree.

I see him struggle throughout for me

So that he sees that divine glee

Compromises he makes all the time

Just to perpetually see me shine.

I try my best to follow his footsteps

Nevertheless there is no success

Then I realize how immature I have been

Since my Dad is the best, who can contravene? :)

I wish him loads of happiness on this birthday

May you keep smiling all night and day

Trust me as your future and leave the rest

As for me you are and always will be the best.

Happy Birthday

I love you..:)

I ask you and you ask me again

Thou dost that always,
So why Ye did that again
I ask you and you ask me again
I ask you to give me the answer
And you still ask me again
Am thy not yet worthy of Ye's answers
I ask you and you ask me again

What brings thy to this
Such inexplicable terrrain,
Such ravenous valley,all rain no gain
How wish I but want to smile
I ask you and you ask me again.

What fills thee with pleasure is not mine
I want to know where else is my smile
Do tell me my almighty where your rain defeats pain
In which of the woods shall i find something worthwhile
I ask you and you ask me again.

No treacherous faith,no portent or sign
And even then i find thyself patient for a while
Then where lies the rain as well as the glow
To whose shower i want to shine
I ask you and you ask me again

And yet this and why this again
I ask you and you ask me again
Why this and what this is, why it is
the answers i seek i suddenly realise
lie beneath all this
i see myself with my head held high
the reason why i always smile
the potential i never comprehended
lay within thy true self
to which i realise
why i said
i ask you and you ask me again.

My Inspiration..

Beyond the horizon,I want to go
But I don't know why I feel so low,
A sadness seems to tie me strong
I still try not to be wrong.

I feel so pure every moment
The clouds that carry my heart are not stagnant
Thirst it is that keeps me going,
i don't know why it's not showing.

I love myself,the hopeful man
But i want to know where I stand
I dream my dreams,nevertheless i ponder,
What is the reason i don't conquer..

Every optimism followed by pessimism
Mirrors my life like a prism
I rediscover myself every day
As demand my objectives i pray.

With inspiration from within i charge,
It's my life,i try to make it large
I sometimes crave from within for a sweetheart
When i don't hear a voice,I myself take the start.

This world shall have a king some day,
The rules will be mine that day.
I am so happy today,i have not accepted defeat
It's a promise that this indefatigable will never lose heat.

Like a child as i look towards the stars,
They seem to heal all my scars
I know my objectives now so strong
I am ready for every challenge
Just bring it on!!

A medicine for one's troubles is he himself
Forget everything and love thyself.
When you know things go wrong,
Don't lose heart,just be super strong.

I love you,you so know
Then how tough is any problem,just tell me toh,
Do what you think is deemed to be fit,
It's when things go wrong you mustn't quit.
Entirely to myself,
Ainesh Mukherjee:))

the first episode-i decide to walk alone

My life has just been a secret,it has a distant connection with that of a masked man's; a journey which is incomplete ofcourse but will come to an end with the disruption of my own existence..I never wanted my inner self to be known to people but if people reading my story can relate it with their own life and hidden set of countless unmatched emotions, i wouldn't be happier.I have started writin this with an optimistic vision and hope to achieve what i want to and convince you that it is hope that keeps life going...nothing else!If i believe that this thin ray of light still enlightens my life,nothing can stop me.
I play many different roles in my life and i am bound to do so but at the end of the day i retire to what i really am..I tend to realise that a particular thing may or may not have been correct but alas! i am unable to change those circumstances anymore....or can i??i ask myself an infinite number of contradictory questions nevertheless i am speechless..or am i??every night i decide not to commit the same mistake but the echoes of the alluring unknown attempt to disrupt my journey by tempting me to enter the forbidden bouleward of mysticism, magic and chasm-the land of sweet poison.I try to forbid myself from entering this world of escapism but the countless temptations make me feel lighter as i feel myself flying in an ether of space;a feeing indescribable,a feeling never known.. i know not what is happening but it is a totally different feeling altogether..i am not weak but i do want to know the taste of the forbidden fruit which i hold in my palm.At that moment everything seems to be unrealistic..a maveric spell is cast and magic is created..Too many questions are hovered on me but i have to chose only one to answer and i do that-perhaps unknowingly or unwantingly,but i do!!I keep rising higher and higher but i want to do more not realising the adverse circumstances..................................................................
The result is obvious, i fall from a great height!! i collapse and everything around me seems to vanish and i emerge to be nothing more than one of those of the madding crowd! Everything seems to be adversely acting upon me but i still stand..there is absolutely nobody! but i still occupy a certain part of the ground-the portion i'm standing on and nobody!!yes nobody can snatch this away from me..i rise and realise that there is still hope,i look at the sky and find a bright star shining,i realise that my journey is long but i still find the distant torch burning with an exquisite brilliance,i am ready..my only ray of hope is what i use as my weapon,I decide to walk alone

I Venture

I Imbibe

I Chill

I Try

I Occur

I Rock....

The journey has just begun......nevertheless I choose to win!!