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3 Oct 2013

'UNATTACHED FOR LOVE' - The love song of a rebel - by Rahul Sharma


Those were the days;
Which gave me new ways,
I didn't even sought;
With a mundane intention!
 
A hundred times I thought;
If you were my mistress.
It was hard to believe in distress
And I had never been so depressed.

I walked along solely...
People thought that I was crazy
And I did always enjoy that.
Without any pretention.

 I found the reason
Behind my unexpected redemption!
That was nothing but those simple thoughts...
Where you came as a bizarre...
Nevertheless all my desires!
You were that pristine soul!
For whom I was searching for years....
Now let me shed some tears...

I would have been
An Emperor of empyrean;
If you were my mistress,
About to impress;
Maybe an Empress;
But I never wanted to be one...!!

Some called me a writer;
While some called me a singer;
Some thought that I was a painter;
Orator for some others...
Intellectual they thought,
Mistaking for my reasons!
Genius I was, for some would say,
How... Now for me...
Everything seems to be path finding tools,
To find you,
My talents made my walking stick,
Since I was blind, until I could find you!
And now again, everything seems to be
A divine comedy!

You were that bold one,
Who did show guts;
Just to love me!
I still wonder that
How dare could you love me
Without bothering attitudes!


All that I needed was a proof
For my own existence.
An answer to a weird question
That my shadow does ask me always....
Regarding those lights behind me.
The reason why I loved twilight,
Was just because you were too glorious for my eyes;
Maybe for my thoughts too!

You made me igneous
My heart started burning;
You were the spark that lit the whole fire.
A bit of care you did give me...
Formed the last pieces of solace,
That would embalm my carcass!

Bygone days,
Of my own life, now I see,
Scribbled some odd verses;
Portrayed revolutions, on a canvas of love;
I did always stood and spoke for the truth,
And thus redrew my own trait!

have nothing new to do...
But a replica of wat I did in the past;
Re-incarnating the same God;
Remixing the same song;
Rewriting the same lines;
And replicating the same words...

Love you lady;
For being my lover...
Love you lady,
For taking me further...

A better counterpart,
The best conjugate,
I don't want you anymore,
And never feel sorry for me.
You were the exclusive for me;
But I am not the one for you.

I can't spare or spoil you either.
Please stay away from me.
And give me some time to love you.
Just give some space for me in your heart;
But not in your life!
As you are more worthy
I want you to stay for ever;
As a remnant of my love!

If you are the stone;
I cannot be the royal ring for you!
Golden rings would make you complete;
When I will be the eyes of your mirror;
Where you could see yourselves!
All I want is to keep on, reflecting your beauty
Towards you....
While the rebel within me keep blocking,
The intruders from the other side!
The lover in me will live for you,
And the rebel in me, will die for you!

Now let me lead my revolt
Without harming you;
So that I can stay for you always,
And my thoughts on you keep reviving me.
I thank you my dear
For not being my mistress.
I welcome you, my dear soul mate....
I welcome you to my life
And I welcome you to my afterlife.
Pursuit for you, is quite lengthy
I welcome you to love me;
And I thank you for making me love you...
And now let me make my last wish,
Maybe my only wish...
That let us stay blessed for love...
And let us stay unattached for love...
 .
- Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)

23 Jun 2013

FOR NO REASON (A Prefix To Death) - by Rahul Sharma


Fears do prevail,
Within frozen minds
Prior to death,
For no reason.

The undefined search-
For the unknown destination
Will never end,
Even after the last breath.

When mind starts dying
After realizing that
Everything was given,
Just as alms,
Yet felt as realms!
For no reason.

Life, is like a prison within,
With fate as its walls,
Each time, we plan to unlock;
Results in a deadlock!
And that is all a weird state,
Of being alive- for no reason!

Time says no to dreams and thoughts,
And fears and regrets indeed.
And now it is time to vindicate:
If everything had reasons,
Then why to feel so sorry,
At the end of the story?
When the point of time reaches
To take back everything from you!

Just like the winds, of an autumn season,
As if from some other world
Coming again, you see that comrade??
Again, for no reason...!


  - Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved)