Archive | November 2012

when I was a kid of 3

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I was a kid of 3; I loved a girl; cute, little, caring.
With her angel eyes and small hands, she taught me sharing.

She was my doll and I was her ted.
There was no school and life was set.

Nature is addicted to teach me every time.
We had been together for too less time.

I loved her more than chocolates and toys,
love make us grow, a kid loved like mature boys.

She is deep down in my past.
But the love is left and it’ll last…

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Me vs Myself

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I worship the god whose name is OUM.
Seating in the heart; but infinite miles apart.

Called as merciful but punishes in hell.
All the books tried well but he is in the shell.
The heart is the shell.

No way to understand him but to beg him,
myself:                                 whom?
Me:                                      he the god.
Myself:                                 he is what?
Me:                                      Is not the book.
Myself:                                 I know what he is not.
Me:                                      He has no definition.
Myself:                                 Nor an individual has.
Me:                                      He is individual and you are part of group.
He is doer in you and “I” in your every sentence.

Myself:                                 Then why am I? …If I am nothing…
Me:                                      Ask yourself if you are something!
Myself:                                 He is imagination.
Me:                                      You are in dream.
Myself:                                 Ok I m nothing. But you do remember… who “I” is.
Me:                                      🙂 😦
Myself:                                 🙂 😦

~ Shreyas

Wrong or right

All of them fight to decide am I wrong or right.
Injections are always painful then dog’s bite.

Not right. I am wrong that’s all you want me to agree.
I would do so if some academy gifts you a degree. 😉

I love you and you know,
but why cannot I have bit ego?

I want you without any conditions;
for my truths I have my perceptions.

Tell me go die and wish a hell for me, but
don’t teach now, that you think is well for me.

Just sit beside me, calm and keep quite.
Bigger the problem the bigger is my ego’s height.

Even you don’t teach me, don’t praise me, don’t love me,
I am unknown entity and don’t try to improve me.

Don’t change me. Accept me. I am not fake truth, I am honest lie!
We are half mortal and half eternal, eternity that will never die.

You cannot judge quality of my being, its infinity;
I denied and you said it ignorance… but that was integrity!

Think of the consequence… up to “end in your way”
my win may be bad but yours is worst by the way!

Let it be right and wrong. Let both of us win;
because there is no victim except the victor…

Success is death, death of action. Game over.
Like any beautiful poem gets finished. It’s over…

~Shreyas

Negative

My love is heat and light, less I love, more I fight.

When I need you, I’ll kick you,
come here and I’ll kick again.
I test you in my personal pain.

I roar, and I’ll hurt you, I’ll cry with my eyes dry,
I’ll ignore you and I’ll make you cry.

I’ll bet with bad luck and I’ll put you in the bet.
Because you are mine, but you can go if not so…

It’s my fault but you, you apologize,
it’s my play, I am insane and you are wise.

I’ll destroy myself more than my luck does,
if the time is bad I’ll make it worst…

I will stop pretending for a while, you bear,
when I shout, but don’t you show me your tears.

And keep your ego in your pocket.
While my tail is on fire and I am virtual rocket.

You can help me, but remember I don’t need you.
You are Idiot;
it’s your wish to stay… I have already freed you.

I love you, just bear me for a while, act as if my slave.
Trust me and sacrifice everything for me.
To have a lovely hug from me you have to be too brave.

Again I would be happy and normal,
and we would cease being formal.

I would regret but not now, you wait and watch how.

Just do what you want… you are being observed and me too
I would not say sorry, just if you love me… than I love you too.

~Shreyas