In A Marina

As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,

In a peaceful marina, for a role-play

Together with the gigantic ocean,

Cunningly looking at me;

The cluttered waves ponder their feelings

That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.

A subtle confession reckoned my ears,

And afterward, a soul,

I’ve which has an ideal contrast

Of the other phase of my life;

The one I have yet to find extinct.

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The Optimist

They invariably state that I’m an unlucky young man! Whatsoever I do, it commences with a full-ton excitement and goals with the official announcement as a failure. There are times when I stick into something, in front of a huge crowd and facing them like a dumb stick; poor to utter what I’ve in my head. They neither agree or differ with what I’ve to talk, but engages in a state between these two. Blindly saying, I’m a FOOL! Simply then, why should I worry about them? Cause they mean to be a part of my lifetime? Was I someone who belonged to them? I haven’t done anything for myself; they give advices and so I make out it. But why? Why can’t I do the things that I like to serve alone? I’m independently strong and have the potential to do it. I’ve a strong will power inside me to accept who I’m, what I’m…. I know, the society in front of cares me whenever they need me! They’ve their own personal ‘fears’ and wishes to be achieved in life. If I’m a rebel by choice, then why should I….?!

I believe life is an unpredictable encounter between you and experiences. It wedges into your thoughts whenever or however, hardly you need it. When there are possibilities for me to escape from their choices, I never think why can’t I fall up an answer for me- myself? Instead of exacting charge of my decisions, I’m engaged or try to opine in the way they think about me. How should they think if I do like this, or that? Shit! I shouldn’t have done that, they’ll definitely scold me for answering this. If that occurs, they might blow me down. I shall be alone to face those criticisms from their side. I can’t bear it, so far I’m a sacred soul living for others; a pattern made by using their paints and light touches.

I’m really new to these thought provoking subjects! I had been introduced to these facts when I came to explore certain written contexts by others recently. People call them as writers or authors! Authors? The ones who reveal out their life or experiences or weird-dramatic plots through the flow of words to others who go past their time in contemplating it? An old man or women who took up to be weird through his appearance and thoughts from me? Those who wish to or explore or walk all round the cosmos as if like a rootless wanderer, taking for their vibrant thoughts and constantly seeking to switch the different form of happiness and joyousness in them?

Ugggg!! These were a little skeptical view I’d about those groups of people. They exhort us to realize our aspirations through their compositions! Instead of discovering myself, our paths try to change in accordance with the backup of their write-ups, whether it’s a novel or narrative or verse. Briefly saying, I’m not only trying to bind together with what they’ve written in a 100-200 page book, but also straying away from my direct route to retrieve the real me- a hidden identity in me, to describe me from their perspective. Isn’t it irritating to do then? Nope…! Never…. This is where I stood up in front of a society in a real world till the daytime when I hightailed it from their bounds. They call me insane because what I’ve done is against their estimations regarding my identity. My attitude speaks the things they haven’t ever attempted to research! They exist for passing their time in their offices and bring in the money for the day-to-day transactions, so enjoying a safe-recommended life of the society, and then a happy home.

Be an optimist, do believe in miracles and don’t retaliate your desires and choices for others; you’re a unique human-existence in this world of curiosities. Yes, every soul in this universe is unique in one or other way, and then their views also. Let the challenging conditions satisfies with who you’re…. Don’t be a coward, you’re alert, speak it out whatever your mind says. But then, we can endure and realize the actual aim behind our life here. 

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– Rahul

Perspective

It’s time to choose

Who you’re and know

How hard I’m, unlike us!

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Identity

Words of mystery

Flew in the face of

My life- a satire.

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Fool’s Creation

He is a fool!

An indolent laughing stock for others.

His mad thoughts,

Unwitting mind,

Strange look,

Disorderly behavior,

Idle character,

And….?

And…!

The ability to show inconclusive,

Abrupt stupidity for no reason;

Every inert situation

Keeps him alone among others.

They always say, he is abnormal!

He can’t become a brave human being,

At least a morally good soul.

If they can accept his madness,

Why do they hate his heart to heart outputs?

Feelings and emotions can break any rules,

But why can’t they break their foolish judgement about him?

Never say you’re one among them!

It’ll definitely break one’s heart,

Who has creations which can truly inspire the world.

Wait for his turn;

Don’t spend your time for him though.

I really don’t know,

Who is actually a fool?

Who is normal and abnormal here?

If the world needs him,

And he deserves the world,

No one except he can stop him!!

Statue

Sometimes feelings are just overwhelming statues;

With eyes and ears closed,

Bow in its sinuous mood,

Make scratches on your true heart,

And count stars yelling above your precipitous head.

If you can’t conquer anything from such garbled deflections,

This is the right time for you to raise your voices.

Raise your voices!

Alas! Raise your voices.

Don’t be so shy in front of an unswerving statue;

You are not deaf or dumb to alter for a strange icon.

No one is going to stop you;

Or at least please don’t try to change yourself for one,

Even if  that someone is whom you really do care about for so long.

In fact! This is your life.

Indeed! This is your life,

Though I’m not gonna exchange my visions to feed through it.

Tableau

It’s time for me to stay away from them;

I know that they hate me.

My heart lacks the entirety of happiness,

Intentions about the rising future,

And the absurd visions which they have in me.

But I can’t enforce their dreams in me;

I don’t know why?


It’s time for me to stay away from them;

I know that they hate me much more than as before now.

My heart reveals the toxic nature,

Static visuals inside it,

And the angular strings of the sins I did.

But they haven’t ever tried to understand me;

I don’t know why?