...What I WANT to Be....

Please someone tell me,
What I want to be,
A part of me yearns,
To be left alone,
Away from the worldly chaos,
To some blissful place,
With only my soul,
To care.
Another part is,
Not what I want.
The boundless wind,
Flowing with Charm.
Never left alone,
Bcoz of leaves,
It carries along.
All I need is my,
Soul to Talk with,
All I need is my,
Soul to Walk with.

....Into The Dark Night....

Its around 1'o clock midnight,
After a tough day,
I was off my mind.
The world around me seemed,
To have stopped living,
With a beating Heart,
So I stepped into,
Another life.
The virtual world,
Where you could find,
People alike,
Talk,share,laugh,express,
More over cry ,
In plain black & White text in reply.
I was roaming about virtually,
Then suddenly I ran into someone,
Unknowingly.
It was like being in an old dreamy castle,
Which was always around,
But no one bothered to peep in,
To find out what lies there within.
And oneday you wonder in,
Unintentionally,
To see if there is something in,
That can occupy your brain.
I went in and explored,
And felt like,
I have been there before.
Everything there seemed familiar,
That was what made it,
Even more peculiar.
I wondered in that world,
For quite sometime,
The illusionary happiness,
Was so much addictive,
That it was hard,
To get back to real life.
I wished to have explored,
That castle before,
So that I could have,
Known it even more.
But illusionary happiness,
Is like fluttering butterfly,
In your hand,
You blink & let your fingers slip,
And it will vanish in air,
Till you have opened your eyes back,
Into dark,peaceful,lonely Night.

P.S-For my cc nocturnal frnd.........:)

Youth and the UNCERTAINITIES..

Ever since we were born,
Everyday somethings have changed,
Your knowledge increased,
You learned how to live,
You grew to find realities of life,
But one thing always laid inert,
Was the uncertaininty of what waited ahead.
The schools are done ,
With the uncertainity of college,
The college is done ,
With the uncertainity of job,
The job is done,
With the uncertainity of fulfilling life,
Life is lived,
With the uncertainity of death.
But from where did this uncertainity got its grip?
I ponder....
Ah,its all about Your life.
Its all about Your choices.
Its all about Your aspirations.
Please somebody not pave them away.
Your trueself may be buried away,
But you have in you,
The power to become YOU.
Follow your dream,
Follow your heart.
You and this world,
May be what ,
Wind and Vaccum are.
You have in you the potential,
That is bound to unleash.
World please just let them THINK.
Save your guidance when they,
Lurk from their Chosen paths.
Uncertainity is when,
You think about world,
The protocol they follow,
Go off track,
You may be uncertain,
But who knows its the path that ,
May lead to your,
True certain self ?

P.S. -poem given fr 5th pillar on spot poetry writing competition.

....Found My true self...

It was one beautiful night,
When angels were smiling,
Up in the sky,
I took my first breath,
Into this wonderful life.
The world has its own charm,
But its Darkness cant be kept aside.
I foll0wed the world's norms,
But saved my own thoughts.
A TRUE soul without bias,
Laughin wen felt like,
With everyone.
Cryin when felt like,
With no one.
Coz my happiness is for the world,
My sadness for my soul.
I think that is the way it should be like?
I live and love whatever comes by,
Its so eerie that people Falsify.
Its the unbiased innocent affection I give .
So plz dont take me forgranted,
Its only that I am unearthly Nice.. :)

PS- gt inspiration ot of nowhr and wrote....i jus luv myself

THE OLD GOLDEN BOX

I was sitting in,
My messed up room,
Upturning everything that came in way,
To doom.
I was searching for something,
Oh I forgot,what was that thing.
I kept searching,
Dusk became dawn,
But all I found ,
I had even more messed around.
I just thought of,
Leaving the room going away,
But as i dashed to the door,
I hit something,
And stumbled on floor.
There laid in some distant,
Corner a glittering thing.
I went over and,
Grabbed it closer.
It was an old golden box.
It was a kind of portkey,
Made me apparate in reverie,
I found myself in some Heavenly Place
Every mess around started clearing,
Sweet birds started singing,
Peace around me was beautifully springing,
Lights scattered out of trees happily hanging,
I saw children smiling ,
Those sweet,true,heartmelting smiles.
The bliss of Childhood came alive.
I saw the innocence in their eyes.
Thought upon,what place,
This world would be like,
If everybody had innocence in those Eyes.
A butterfly hopped and,
A flower popped.
I rushed to see the flower,
Oh my God It dropped,
And turned into a golden box.
I held it up,
Alas I apparated back,
To my world.
Much more full of life.
Thought of the stupid thought ,
That made me search all along.
Everything seems worthless,
To what I have now found.
What I searched for I forgot,
And cherished what I have now got,
My old Golden Box ,
Returned my Childhood Bliss.

P.S- This poem was a gift for my childhood frnd ...whom i found jus a day back.