In the myriad possibilities of destiny, how come I chose this one over the other. In this profound moment of impending beckoning, how come I am still alone at this crossroad. For the sake of the repressed dreams, for the sake of the shattered fortunes, help me overcome this anguish. Yes, for the sake of the lost cause, let me make it through.
In the unending journey of time, how come I have lost track of it. In this unchallenged state of being, how come I have become numb. For the sake of the greater glory, for the sake of the broken promises, help me overcome this neglected wound.Yes, for the sake of the lost cause, let me make it through.
In the beginnings of the ends, how come I never completed my story. In this spirited existence of life, how come I carry a famished soul. For the sake of the false hopes, for the sake of the weightless bones, help me overcome these silent cries. Yes, for the sake of the lost cause, let me make it through.
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 20, 2008
Is It?
Burning the midnight oil
enduring the unprecedented toil
Is It what I have asked for?
Is It what I dreamt of?
Tossing off squalling emotions
Snubbing down the comfort notions
Is It what I have asked for?
Is It what I dreamt of?
Not long ago was a gala time
enjoying the summer breeze in its prime.
My soul couldn't have asked for more
only to witness the upcoming furore.
'Nature' is a lousy teacher
that obliges you to respect the sanctity of her.
That roaring thunder was a wake up call
to be braced for a battle that upcoming fall.
A mighty breeze swept across my face
that hurled me to pick up my pace.
From dawn to dusk the war ravaged along
and with no end in sight it went on and on.
The final day had arrived
and it gifted me a smile that I was long deprived.
But it still sends a shiver down my spine
when I recall that I have lost too much time.
Is It what I have asked for?
Is It what I dreamt of?
GKC
enduring the unprecedented toil
Is It what I have asked for?
Is It what I dreamt of?
Tossing off squalling emotions
Snubbing down the comfort notions
Is It what I have asked for?
Is It what I dreamt of?
Not long ago was a gala time
enjoying the summer breeze in its prime.
My soul couldn't have asked for more
only to witness the upcoming furore.
'Nature' is a lousy teacher
that obliges you to respect the sanctity of her.
That roaring thunder was a wake up call
to be braced for a battle that upcoming fall.
A mighty breeze swept across my face
that hurled me to pick up my pace.
From dawn to dusk the war ravaged along
and with no end in sight it went on and on.
The final day had arrived
and it gifted me a smile that I was long deprived.
But it still sends a shiver down my spine
when I recall that I have lost too much time.
Is It what I have asked for?
Is It what I dreamt of?
GKC
Journey
"All in the universe that could have gone wrong for me, has just occurred! "
gkc..... 17/09/2007
The Journey Ahead
It is tantalizing...
when my eyes dream of my future.
It sends down shivers...
when I think of the road ahead.
Although my heart whispers....
I will make it through.
It taxes my soul...
I have put in too much.
But I know...
I will be safe.
That I will see the sun
on the other side of the hedge.
GKC
gkc..... 17/09/2007
The Journey Ahead
It is tantalizing...
when my eyes dream of my future.
It sends down shivers...
when I think of the road ahead.
Although my heart whispers....
I will make it through.
It taxes my soul...
I have put in too much.
But I know...
I will be safe.
That I will see the sun
on the other side of the hedge.
GKC
May 26, 2007
Too Much
Too Much....
I cry hard
far apart.......
lies that utopia
the one.....
that strived for
lost i everything......
every joy
every sense......
i repent
what have i done??
GKC
I cry hard
far apart.......
lies that utopia
the one.....
that strived for
lost i everything......
every joy
every sense......
i repent
what have i done??
GKC
Fading Memories
Fading memories,
Highlight the essence of life
That the footprints left on the sand of time
Are mercilessly washed away by the unchallenged
Vigor of this beautiful journey called life.
That their existence too ceases as time goes by.
Those moments so close to heart,
So much real, so much the present,
Would be passed on as only thoughts.
That those interestingly stretched events,
Would be scaled down to few reminiscences,
Limited to only one’s imagination.
That the feeling involving all our senses,
Would one day become unreal,
That every single memory would
Resemble our dreams
Those joyful little saplings in the garden,
Enjoying the sweetness of the nature
Would one day grow ten times taller than me
That they make me ponder how quickly
Time has passed by. Still lost in those days
When I watered those saplings make me realize
How short memory I have
That I fail to connect it’s present form with it’s past
That I surely forgotten those moments, those years
The link between the present and the past.
Those evenings, days, months, years when I used
To play, so much enthusiastic, so much involved
Would no longer touch my senses
That those wonderful victories, tearful loses
In the games would only be a memory and that too fading.
That those events so much a part of me can’t
Be remolded into any other form of communication
But can only be felt.
That this is the irony of life,
A journey that presents new challenges
At each turn, but fails to live the past.
A journey that is unstoppable and unchallengeable.
GKC
Highlight the essence of life
That the footprints left on the sand of time
Are mercilessly washed away by the unchallenged
Vigor of this beautiful journey called life.
That their existence too ceases as time goes by.
Those moments so close to heart,
So much real, so much the present,
Would be passed on as only thoughts.
That those interestingly stretched events,
Would be scaled down to few reminiscences,
Limited to only one’s imagination.
That the feeling involving all our senses,
Would one day become unreal,
That every single memory would
Resemble our dreams
Those joyful little saplings in the garden,
Enjoying the sweetness of the nature
Would one day grow ten times taller than me
That they make me ponder how quickly
Time has passed by. Still lost in those days
When I watered those saplings make me realize
How short memory I have
That I fail to connect it’s present form with it’s past
That I surely forgotten those moments, those years
The link between the present and the past.
Those evenings, days, months, years when I used
To play, so much enthusiastic, so much involved
Would no longer touch my senses
That those wonderful victories, tearful loses
In the games would only be a memory and that too fading.
That those events so much a part of me can’t
Be remolded into any other form of communication
But can only be felt.
That this is the irony of life,
A journey that presents new challenges
At each turn, but fails to live the past.
A journey that is unstoppable and unchallengeable.
GKC
Mortality
Isn't mortality the very reality of life....That time takes the ultimate toll of the body. That each good soul has only a limited period... That once lively passionate body slowly loses its charm as age progresses That every loved one is to be seen for the last time, his presence felt for the last time....... Whether liking it or not, a person Unwillingly has to accept his destiny.. That he too has to have his last breath...going into a deep sleep....... forever....forever...... Knowing that life was once, the life long experience gained immortal.... That he lived as he would never die, and died as he never lived..... Knowing that his existence was unique, no other could ever take his place... That the very thought of his demise brings tears to his eyes. With a heavy heart he closes his eyes for a jourey to his dreamland.....
with a gloomy feeling
GKC
bidding u happy journey perhaps such a moment would never come..........................
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