When a child is born, has nothing to hold on
No aspirations and no bourns,
Ignorant of all the worldly desires, smiles and rejoice..
Slowly the world takes its toll on him,
And the poor fellow has to accede to them..
Expectations lead him to hell,
And he has no place to dwell, left alone in the dell..
Fights with his sorrows and pain,
But in the end its all in vain..
Wanted to break the shackles,
But the shackles in turn break him..
How can he betray his friends and all his kin,
Clouds shroud the sun and situation looks grim..
Loosing the spring in his stride, he barely survives,
Heaven save me at last he cries ..
Afraid of thunder, afraid of wind, afraid of any change in life,
Auster may sometimes shake him, and bring in strife..
Hard to resist your temptation, in this melancholy life,
Ingrained with restrictions, that feeling will also die..
Admit you are the one who broke my resolve,
But will try my level best to keep what I vowed..
Please understand rolling stone gains no moss,
May be dear you are heading towards a big loss..
Fallacy is in your heart and mind,
Intuitions are not always right,
What happened to your felicitous choice,
Gal I am not dat bright..
Like an austere teacher, life taught him indelible lessons
Just fight it out and never capitulate to your emotions..
After me gone nothing will go slow,
The sun will rise, and the wind will blow..
Death is not the death we know,
Death is what life everyday shows..
If you ever happen to visit my grave,
Don’t bother to drop tears, dats not for what I crave..
Hope you will you find a better man,
Wanted to be one but I just can’t..
River may surge and rise,
Can never become an sea on its own,
Its fate is to remain confined,
And merge in to an ocean alone………….
No aspirations and no bourns,
Ignorant of all the worldly desires, smiles and rejoice..
Slowly the world takes its toll on him,
And the poor fellow has to accede to them..
Expectations lead him to hell,
And he has no place to dwell, left alone in the dell..
Fights with his sorrows and pain,
But in the end its all in vain..
Wanted to break the shackles,
But the shackles in turn break him..
How can he betray his friends and all his kin,
Clouds shroud the sun and situation looks grim..
Loosing the spring in his stride, he barely survives,
Heaven save me at last he cries ..
Afraid of thunder, afraid of wind, afraid of any change in life,
Auster may sometimes shake him, and bring in strife..
Hard to resist your temptation, in this melancholy life,
Ingrained with restrictions, that feeling will also die..
Admit you are the one who broke my resolve,
But will try my level best to keep what I vowed..
Please understand rolling stone gains no moss,
May be dear you are heading towards a big loss..
Fallacy is in your heart and mind,
Intuitions are not always right,
What happened to your felicitous choice,
Gal I am not dat bright..
Like an austere teacher, life taught him indelible lessons
Just fight it out and never capitulate to your emotions..
After me gone nothing will go slow,
The sun will rise, and the wind will blow..
Death is not the death we know,
Death is what life everyday shows..
If you ever happen to visit my grave,
Don’t bother to drop tears, dats not for what I crave..
Hope you will you find a better man,
Wanted to be one but I just can’t..
River may surge and rise,
Can never become an sea on its own,
Its fate is to remain confined,
And merge in to an ocean alone………….
2 comments:
hey,,,,,,jus one word to describe your woven words...AWESOME!!!!!exceptionally beautifully woven web of words,,,!!!!!!!!describing ,,,the journey of oneself,,,from world of ease,,love to weorld of rage,,,,suffering,,,,,,!!!jus hats off to your,,,,imagination man..!!!really awesome woks!!!
Hmmm...Well I could have culminated my comment by just saying awesomingly awesome,,,brilliant eloquence of methaphors,,,mesmering words and scintillatin analogies summed in the post blah blah....But the fact is,,when I get to read or hear sumthing composed by Param Prakhand Budhimaan Vidwaan [Paapi] Dashaanan Lankesh I just can not valve myself and at the same time fall short of words and forms to put my expressions against thy august and expansive connoisseur of poesy...Since I felt so much of me,myself in the work,,,I consider this work to be my territory and I m just whole-heartedly putting in here whatever I have felt with the faith that any word of mine either comment or compliment is what I would have put if I had formulated this work....I hope this is enough to justify my any further disagreement or obligation with you brother.....
Coming back,,,I feel the title is not apt..."far from Hoi Polloi"....Feelings and emotions are never ever far from multitude...Infact this is what the character of feelings is..They make u feel alone in a crowd but the moment u become solitary they stand along u like a massive crowd....A suggestive title can be "In the abode Deep inside"....Again " from cradle to grave" can be "from cradle to the journey to grave"...U are not residing in a grave I suppose neither are ur feelings if u say the word meant for ur feelings.Feelings never die...they never fade....their scratch in the glass of our heart and mind is so strong that whether u occupy either side of the glass means u r in either phase of life either blissful or melancholic U will still witness the scratch of the feelings in urself....
Further...each stanza,,,each verse a complete euphoric institution in itself of ambivalence and fierce tide of apathy that accompanies everyone in his journey and marks its presence felt at every moment...Ur intense emotions are clearly visible in the verses...
"When a child is born.......and bring in strife"...The on-key portrayal of the journey of a child,,a neophyte to conquer his aspirations and how his story at last is just confronted to expectations and committments..How rage and love both dress as shadows and push a shattered and lone being to the deep tunnels of memoirs in every nook and corner of life...How he craves for sumone to divide his tears into half..To make him feel that he is missed too in that someone's life....The stanza is absolutely touching and shows ur sly presence gone into the form of words...
"Hard to resist.......capitulate to your emotions"....Brilliant again....The whirlpool of emotions and feelings can not be expressed in a better manner than this...The transient journey of life is equally well rhymed into words..In the lone world when someone enters,,,the person unaware to us becomes an integral part of our life...Every glimpse of even their faults seems to be a wonderful blessing...his talk appears prayer...his judgement seems encouragement to our decisions.The pieces of our slayed heart seems to be put back in place....BUT the winds of time fuelled by our own inhibitions,insecurity and short comings decides some thing else...All our laughing tears and crying smiles meet a fiasco...But I guess this is the faux pas nature of life... A person who has cherished us..who has become from a part to the complete reason of our happiness suddenly seems hypocrite...But I tell you man...People never are hypocrites...Hypocrites are situations,,circumstances..They always show the merry picture without even the slightest sight of truth....Rolling stones indeed gather no moss..but their revolution do affect and re-shapes the moss...Got it...
"After me gone......in to an ocean alone"...Absolutely moving again but truly speaking it cud have been themed from a negative to a positive end[Excluding the last four lines..They r just tooooooooooo perfect and magnificient]..."Death is what everyday life shows"...Kasam hai Baba Chamatkaari ki jaan nikal gayi re isey padhke...Rivers really can never become a sea on their own..Even I agree their fate is to remain confined..But they surely leave their mark along their banks and make them fertile and rich to flourish in life....Even after merging into ocean they with the gravity of memories take the stride as high tides and shapes the contours of fierce and strongest of cliffs standing ahead their way....To end,Keep going brother...Wish u luck and smiles....May the qualities u love[d],,u soon find them shaped into a person as ur soul mate...Jai Lankapati Lankeshwar Raavan ki!!!!!
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