Sparsh

I loose my mind in a glimpse, Love with a blank head and open heart. In the time of the Butterflies, Dreams fly high up in the sky. She said - Forget your internal strife and your reason! Believe in destiny and I did. I was in the peace and a state of happiness. And I was only thinking that she did not ask for my life. "Why and what happens to me? " I quoted a prose to answer this mystery. "Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things." Then, I smiled. She gave me nothing, Yet, all worries she took away Only shared her presence for few moments. I thanked her out of sheer joy. She laughs at my dreams, I dream about her laughter. Within my heart, a secret blossoms where dreams may go.

Have you ever seen from the top of mountains to the valley and other peaks across or enjoyed never ending boundaries of ocean from the shores. They are irresistible and fascinating view binder. They give us the glimpse into the infinite. Me Life is born out of love. All life is a progression, one moment inspiring the next and so on. Live with love. Failure, I love this term. Carve for success and failure will follow you. Live without care for past or future. Enjoy the present in every aspect of life. Try to put extra effort and everything slip out of hands. Be effortless and natural. In a moment, you will learn to love or love to learn. Be a rebel, not to escape present. Be a rebel, not by the desire to prove yours mettle in front of others. Be yourself and do what you love, You will become a rebel. Go towards the inclination that you love. Leave the security and Risk the life. Lifestyle will change and style in life will come. Live in the infinite... My Wor...

एक अधुरा अरमान, उड़ते हुए कई ख्वाब ! बादलों में घुलते सितारे, सन्नाटे में चीरती निगाहें | धुएँ में घुला जा रहा हूँ आसमान से गिरती बूँदों में जला जा रहा हूँ, अपने अस्तित्व पर प्रश्नचिन्ह करता हूँ जीवन के यथार्थ को छिन्न भिन्न करता हूँ | ठंडी हवाओं में उड़ जाना चाहता हूँ शून्य में विलीन होने की संभावना देखता हूँ, हर एक काश के साथ राख हुए जा रहा हूँ एककीपन में मृत्यु का स्पंदन किये जा रहा हूँ | ---Himanshu Rai This poem is dedicated to all those who understand illusion of the life and search for meaning in the death. I want to fly away like smoke in the infinite. I suspend all types of blogging, social networking and reading activities !!!

Its like a drug I fall into the abyss The time ticks on slowly I fear to be hit by the bottom Fear grows in me deep To be hurt at any moment Dark fathom awaits me I want to stop for while A will to survive inside heart Logic prevails for the death The beauty has long gone now Alone awaits ego in the journey No reason to live now And I fall into the abyss.

1- When mind speaks :- Condemn me You will know the weak points in my thinking. Let the mind open to ideas Let heart be open to love. I will write and speak words Let myth and logic guide me home I am on the journey of life A lone ranger deep inside Surreal and dreams are intertwined Comfort is the zone of mind The heart transcends all boundaries The border of origin and faith be fallen Hoax of god should over now This prank is making me schizophrenic Identity crisis rises again and again Let there be end of this elliptical loop of suffering Let I be reborn or embrace the death ! Alas, nothing changes in passing moments. 2- When heart speaks: - O Baran (Rain in persian) ! tu kahan hai ? My eyes are thirsty for you Waiting for the shower of love Yah ek tadptaa hua aashiyaan hai. O hawa! tere rah mein dekhoon Want to smell the earth after the rain To become mad in that fragrance Kitne paloon se tera intezaar hai. O Minnale (Thunderblot in tamil) ! tu ek jhalak de de Want to lose ident...

I bewilder between fantasy and mundane, I forsake the love left behind by me, Realizing what the true love was. Today, a word never to be spoken is heard, Tinge of innocence is lost in making love, A bond is forged by warmth of her bosom. A beat that my heart skipped in love, A moment of life is lost in the void, I hear murmur of the heart.

I don't know How to say goodbye to mother, Each time eyes become wet and tear rolls on the cheek. I don't know, How to express love to father, Just lips are sealed each time in front of him, Wishing to give him a hug one day. I don't know, how to tell your feeling of loneliness to sister, when she will be gone to her new home after marriage...

My first poetry was a innocent smile, While learning to stand beside my mother's lap. Capturing scattered beauty of nature in my soul, Lost in transition were mine early days. Romancing Keats and whispering Shelley, That was my teen ,yesterday. Quoting Wilde & murmuring Dylan A poet was nourishing in me day by day. I am not a poet of the fall or spring, Neither pursuit a big achiever's dream. Just wanna be happy man with the shirts, This will be me as a poem down the years.

Devoid of all emotions,an empty heart at last; Not a tinge of nostalgia,only quantum of solace. Falling apart into unknown,may be darkness or light, Finding myself engraved in the abysses. Numb,excited are words of past life, Me blessed or cursed by eternal loss of sensation. Embraced by wind, earth,water and fire; Yet,soul untouched by divine love. Hollowness creeps around my shadows, Mysticism of non existent just held me together. Born to kiss the lips of the death, Oh,cheers or mourn for doomsday.

एक आग का दरिया बहा लकीरें खिंच गए मादरे-वतन पे उजाड़ ले गए आंधी एक गाँव को वीरान सा पड़ा,धड़कता रह दिल. बँट गया कारवां,वक़्त के मार से मातम मनानें के लिए आंसू भी ना निकले अब तो यादें धुन्धुलाते हुए आती हैं.. एक मुस्कराहट देखे ज़माना हो गया !! This poem is dedicated to Qurat-ul-Ain Haider .

In the ruins of memory the house breathes through its mouldy surface, touched by strangers’ looks … Time cracks inside the ripened walls. It tears off with fragile flakes Swollen with history the heart of hearts bestows its place on silence.

O mighty mirror, Who never do error, Reveals inside character, Gives life a new color; Seeking for the truth around us, Searching to the boundaries of mind; Never we dare to look with close view, To face the truth or image of us in it. Reflects our soul to us, Not mirage of our false hopes; And us becoming victims and accused, By judging our-self in frame of reality.

When night is dark, Silence rules the world. A chill breeze surrounding you Alone in woods, just stand by me. When going gets tough, Feeling constraint in crowded worlds. Uncomfortable in passing moments and place, Beneath the open sky, stand by me. Not always solitude is blessing, Sometimes haunting as a curse. Remember cherishing memories of the past, Just wish a smile and stand by me. Curbed by sorrows, lost in gloom Lights of hope fading in hearts; Just come to me, refresh your soul Beside my grave, stand by me.

Revive,O! mighty man. Going nowhere ,but to decay. Look at the lonely moon, Having dark patches at its heart, Shining in the gloomy night Enlightened your soul with its ray. Living in downtrodden state Falling unconsciously from heights Fading your hopes to rise Walking to narrow lanes of mistrust Crawling, crumbling by the hands of greed, Surrounded by its own long shadows. On the wings of hope, rise like a phoenix Burn the past in ashes, row against the hatred. Start a era with the light of hope. And open your eyes on new dawn.

What a web, life becomes ! Me hanging between two worlds, One pure work of art Other a junkyard of materials. Disillusioned by the senses at this time, Walking on both the paths. Poundring the whole heart in one, And sacrificing mind in another. Unable to hear voice of soul, Lying on the banks of hopelessness. No religion, no friends & no love So lonely in the crowded world. Wanting to paint new lines, On the canvas of dull life. Arise a sun of light and hope, Wanna be at horizion of brightness, To find a path chosen by me only, Far from rush to way of self-contention.

Too see a world, born half dead, Living with suppressed soul, Not a worth to be called human, But surrounding us with foul hearts. No passion for the life, No hope of the death; They are everywhere between us, With world appearing them as hell Their black eyes give the depth of pain, Consciousness lies beneath in the chains. Not having the feel of liberty, Every moment passing in vain. Fight to live, live to earn Just to get a piece of bread. Truth & beauty are words of fake Eternally born for the grave Where is god of enlightenment? So cruel, taking grudges on these men; Weak & timid, they have become, Always like a foot ridden sand Hope been there in some eyes, Someday one can hear their heart's voice.