THE SUN THE STAR THE MOON THE NIGHT
THOUGHT THEM, MADE THE WORLD GLEAMING BRIGHT
WITH YOU BESIDE ME MY DEAR
MY CONQUERED LIFE NEEDED NO LIGHT…..
WONDERED I HOW I MET YOU
AND GOT BLESSED BY THE GOD’S GRACE
MARCHING YOU TOWARDS ME
THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS….
Every time I think what went wrong?? Where did I go wrong?? Where did we go wrong??? And every time it’s just me on this end with you on the other. I do not want life to be unfolded with surprises but never did I want it to be a baggage of stabs. Why do you need to fill the void of my life with the dramatic care and filth it with the hypocrite flare.
I no more like the word FRIEND. It just strikes my eardrums with a hollow vibration. Every time I look you in the eye I realize how fake can someone be. I opened my entire life in front of you and all I got as a revert was an insult of being an honest person. I wonder how my concern was intolerable? Could not you look at the love I had for you then looking how my opinions are different from yours. No one is perfect, we always agreed then why was I the target of all the erroneous.
WHY YOU MAKETH ME LOOK FOOL
IF THOU HAD NO LOVE WHY NOT ACCEPT
WHY KEPT ME BELEIVING
WE ARE FRIENDS WE ARE INSEPERABLE…
When priorities change a little mistake is an ocean of bleeding wound, what is funny is for you it’s only you who is hurt.
When I turn back to the days WE WERE FRIENDS, (Apologies my “friend” because now no matter how much together we are , we are never together) I admire the bond we had. We met.. we disliked.. we fought.. we had fights.. we came close.. we understood.. and then we were good.. then came times I tried to be a friend.. it was then when you told me not to interfere… and important thing.. to keep a distance… you mentioned once.. you mentioned twice…. And then you mentioned it again and again till I turned wise… my wisdom struck… I turned deaf…. Whatever now you do I don’t care… I hope you happy now you got what you wanted… and in this journey of learning I found MYSELF.
Wondrous it is how long did I take..
To find my eureka- “entire world is fake..”
Congratulations to me to identify
Lonely is to way to survive
Proud and strong today I stand
Being a loner is my new technique to be glad
I will find my peace I will find true mate
And I will find everything and end my rake
One day you will see one day you will unearth
That will be too late because I already had my rebirth…
Friday, March 23, 2012
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Don't loose it--Because it's true love
-komal sharma
Love never breaths yet love never dies
Love loves to play “I spy”
True love when found
Keeps you young forever
If not then all your life
cries like a river….
Love is boundless. From your teens till your death there is no time to be in love. May be at your near death moment the nurse who takes care of you might suddenly turn out to be the special woman you have waited all your life.
When its love shame and sense fade right away. Just one glimpse of that face will tell you “yes he is the one”, and to be honest seize that moment forever and ever. Donot forget it is destined.
Let not your love be the sand in the fist . let it be tear in your eye. So that even the biggest pain will not let you shed a drop. If you love someone tell her straightaway. Tell her that you would live eternity with her but not a moment without. Tell her she is the one you would travel the world to be with.
Words like WHAT and IF destroy the most beautiful part of you. What if he won’t love me back. What if she thinks I am not good enough. What if my parents won’t approve. What if we aren’t meant to be together. Remember nothing happens in this world if it is not meant to be.
Let go let go
the feelings inside
Let her know
She is the one right
No world no fence can be as offensive
Then the pain of loosing Mr. RIGHT.
What we silly forget is that love is not to be regret. It is to be cherished.it is never too late to love to speak to yell I love you. Have courage… go..bow down…and say, “ I am truly,madly,deeply, passionately in love with you”.
Love never says you are old
It says I still love you
Love never says be bold
It says tell me “I love you”
Love never needs to run
It’s a patience to hear “I love you too”
So if you love someone let them know as they need to know there is somone in this big world breathing every second for them.
Love never breaths yet love never dies
Love loves to play “I spy”
True love when found
Keeps you young forever
If not then all your life
cries like a river….
Love is boundless. From your teens till your death there is no time to be in love. May be at your near death moment the nurse who takes care of you might suddenly turn out to be the special woman you have waited all your life.
When its love shame and sense fade right away. Just one glimpse of that face will tell you “yes he is the one”, and to be honest seize that moment forever and ever. Donot forget it is destined.
Let not your love be the sand in the fist . let it be tear in your eye. So that even the biggest pain will not let you shed a drop. If you love someone tell her straightaway. Tell her that you would live eternity with her but not a moment without. Tell her she is the one you would travel the world to be with.
Words like WHAT and IF destroy the most beautiful part of you. What if he won’t love me back. What if she thinks I am not good enough. What if my parents won’t approve. What if we aren’t meant to be together. Remember nothing happens in this world if it is not meant to be.
Let go let go
the feelings inside
Let her know
She is the one right
No world no fence can be as offensive
Then the pain of loosing Mr. RIGHT.
What we silly forget is that love is not to be regret. It is to be cherished.it is never too late to love to speak to yell I love you. Have courage… go..bow down…and say, “ I am truly,madly,deeply, passionately in love with you”.
Love never says you are old
It says I still love you
Love never says be bold
It says tell me “I love you”
Love never needs to run
It’s a patience to hear “I love you too”
So if you love someone let them know as they need to know there is somone in this big world breathing every second for them.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
IT'S NOT HYPOTHETICAL....!!!!!!
-KOMAL SHARMA
A writer is inspired and not wired. The smell of wet mud…the song of the rain….the buzz of the bees….. a happening of the day…… anything.
If I take the aforesaid seriously then yes I m a writer…I might not be the one as brilliant and wicked as Shakespeare and certainly not as contemporary as five point someone but yes I sense what many of us deny to realize….and it is exactly what inspires me to write…
A mother’s tear
A friend’s smile
A day of cheer
Or any hurtful bile……. I feel it all.
Writing is one of the weirdest art one possess . I know many of you might consider it nonsensical but if you write you’ll know it all. If you are happy it makes you happier…if your sad you’ll be terrible…. If you are in love then it’ll be all red… it just doubles the ecstasy and triples the pain. That’s exactly how it works.
Another conclusion I have landed up through my phase as a writer is that nothing is hypothetical… whatever one write is whatever one believes. The thing is how one describes it. How well can one turn thoughts into fiction and how beautifully fool everybody around. Therefore a writer is smartest of all. You’ll know all his life without knowing at all. Which character of his characters is him is the dilemma of the mind. It’ll not be humor if I define readers a writer’s puppets. You’ll understand what he’ll ask you to.
A pen and paper is all what a writer requires to tell the world that he is worth of millions eyes that role down to read those lines that describes all the unsaid.
I am often welcomed with warmth and wit of many. People say sometimes I hit the extraordinary threads of life to which I think, “really?? I just thought I was being real and not EXTRAORDINARY..”. what to others might be extraordinary is what to me the hidden feelings of every single individual it’s just that the dare to say is not so easy. Thus writing has provided me my escapism of being realistic and unreal altogether. I know how to slap without the action. I know how to sing without the symphony. I know how to cry without tears. I know how to laugh without a show. I know it all.
It makes me happy that when I sit and write it’s that time when I could be me. When I don’t have to hide the inner most desires….the inner most fears…the inner most nostalgia. No I don’t have to.
All I have to do is scribble and within moments it turns out to be one of my creations. Something I am absolutely proud to own and give my name to. And with that pride every time post them by : -ME
Thus thanks to my capability to express I have finally found who I am?? What am I doing??? And what am I supposed to do?? Which many of you still need to identify…. I M CERTAINLY A PROUD WRITER……. And to all those who think writing is for the free jobless and miserable… let me tell you this thought itself proves the misery of one’s mind.
A writer is inspired and not wired. The smell of wet mud…the song of the rain….the buzz of the bees….. a happening of the day…… anything.
If I take the aforesaid seriously then yes I m a writer…I might not be the one as brilliant and wicked as Shakespeare and certainly not as contemporary as five point someone but yes I sense what many of us deny to realize….and it is exactly what inspires me to write…
A mother’s tear
A friend’s smile
A day of cheer
Or any hurtful bile……. I feel it all.
Writing is one of the weirdest art one possess . I know many of you might consider it nonsensical but if you write you’ll know it all. If you are happy it makes you happier…if your sad you’ll be terrible…. If you are in love then it’ll be all red… it just doubles the ecstasy and triples the pain. That’s exactly how it works.
Another conclusion I have landed up through my phase as a writer is that nothing is hypothetical… whatever one write is whatever one believes. The thing is how one describes it. How well can one turn thoughts into fiction and how beautifully fool everybody around. Therefore a writer is smartest of all. You’ll know all his life without knowing at all. Which character of his characters is him is the dilemma of the mind. It’ll not be humor if I define readers a writer’s puppets. You’ll understand what he’ll ask you to.
A pen and paper is all what a writer requires to tell the world that he is worth of millions eyes that role down to read those lines that describes all the unsaid.
I am often welcomed with warmth and wit of many. People say sometimes I hit the extraordinary threads of life to which I think, “really?? I just thought I was being real and not EXTRAORDINARY..”. what to others might be extraordinary is what to me the hidden feelings of every single individual it’s just that the dare to say is not so easy. Thus writing has provided me my escapism of being realistic and unreal altogether. I know how to slap without the action. I know how to sing without the symphony. I know how to cry without tears. I know how to laugh without a show. I know it all.
It makes me happy that when I sit and write it’s that time when I could be me. When I don’t have to hide the inner most desires….the inner most fears…the inner most nostalgia. No I don’t have to.
All I have to do is scribble and within moments it turns out to be one of my creations. Something I am absolutely proud to own and give my name to. And with that pride every time post them by : -ME
Thus thanks to my capability to express I have finally found who I am?? What am I doing??? And what am I supposed to do?? Which many of you still need to identify…. I M CERTAINLY A PROUD WRITER……. And to all those who think writing is for the free jobless and miserable… let me tell you this thought itself proves the misery of one’s mind.
THE NEW AGE...!!!!!!
-KOMAL SHARMA
Throttling vicious time it is
When the mind and heart are at war
Being or desire in the ring
Where Supremacy is the plot
Wandering life pleading halt
Left or right…right or wrong
The unvoiced mob’s bleeding voice
Suffering and pain priced….
Good or bad has lost its soul
Vanity aired in every eye
The conviction to par victory line
Has dug deep the humanitarian grounds
The practicality conquered sacred believes
Peace and serenity bar the time
Exquisite pleasure drawn from hurt
The exotic world drowning before time..
Friends…family are just terms
Obscured deep inside
Raging fire within overpowers
All the love, care and passion binds….
Throttling vicious time it is
When the mind and heart are at war
Being or desire in the ring
Where Supremacy is the plot
Wandering life pleading halt
Left or right…right or wrong
The unvoiced mob’s bleeding voice
Suffering and pain priced….
Good or bad has lost its soul
Vanity aired in every eye
The conviction to par victory line
Has dug deep the humanitarian grounds
The practicality conquered sacred believes
Peace and serenity bar the time
Exquisite pleasure drawn from hurt
The exotic world drowning before time..
Friends…family are just terms
Obscured deep inside
Raging fire within overpowers
All the love, care and passion binds….
Thursday, December 30, 2010
WOMEN –A MAN’S UNTOUCHED OUTLINE…… --Komal Sharma
Whatever is the AGENDA of this piece of work is not for the WEAK HEARTED…. Its for thoseBRAVE HEARTED, who spend their entire life on one BELIEF, “ WOMEN ARE THE WORK OF SHAKESPEARE… ONLY THE ONE WHO MASTERS THE LANGUAGE IS THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THEM…..”
Skeptic ….. Sadist …… Philanthropist ….. Aficionado ………
What else do I necessitate to replicate the character of the DEITY’S STURDY ART… a-WOMAN.
She can FIGHT, she can CRY
She can BREAK, she can FLY
She can be MEANEST, she can be MODEST
SHE CAN BE WHATEVER SHE WANTS……
What made it MANDATORY for me to pen down lines and lines on this COMPLEX HOMO-SAPIEN is the fact of being a WOMAN. To give a logical reasoning, who else then a WOMAN CAN UNDERSTAND WOMEN. In this MEN ORIENTED WORLD, WOMAN is subject that is NEVER CONSIDERED WORTH OF THESIS…. She is kept aside with a declared remark and a roar of laughter, “TO UNDERSTAND HER IS A PRODIGIOUS TASK….TOUGHER THAN TOUGHEST”…
FROM THE DAY SHE IS BORN, TILL THE DAY SHE DIES, THE WATER IN HER EYES, NEVER SURMISE. She is considered a fool, a sea of emotion.. What they forget is when they aren’t at home, it’s her, with folded hands in front of the holy picture…praying each second for THEIR WELLBEING.. She is ALTRUISTIC… otherwise who passes her meal just because you are hungry…..
You never realized HER POWER because she never made you to. She had been the CARETAKER throughout your life. As a MOTHER, as a FRIEND, as a BETTER HALF, and as that little angel-YOUR DAUGHTER. I am FLABBERGASTED when I find how CYNICAL your views can be……how can you never even hit a try to value your BIGGEST ASSET.
It is not about how EVIL can I think about a man….it is about how UNDERESTIMATED life a woman undergoes. Have you ever tried to talk to her when she says, “ I DON’T WANT TO TALK…” ???? did you ever said “I AM SORRY”, even If you are right???? Did you ever try to BOW DOWN…keep aside your EGO…..leave your OBSTINACY…and walk toward her with A SMILE…..A SMILE OF GRATITUDE…A SMILE OF HOPE…….A SMILE OF LOVE….A SMILE OF ASSURANCE THAT NO MATTER WHAT YOU WILL BE WITH HER???? If YESthen forget the MISERY of my writing you have read minutes before , HALT…and TH END HERE and if the answer is NO …then I WAS NOT WRONG……you definitely need a hospital….as only AN ILL MAN TREATS A WOMAN LIKE THIS……… AT LAST….let me take the sheer pleasure of accusing your conscience and making you aware….DONOT FORGET WHO BROUGHT YOU IN THIS “MEN DICTATED”WORLD……
Skeptic ….. Sadist …… Philanthropist ….. Aficionado ………
What else do I necessitate to replicate the character of the DEITY’S STURDY ART… a-WOMAN.
She can FIGHT, she can CRY
She can BREAK, she can FLY
She can be MEANEST, she can be MODEST
SHE CAN BE WHATEVER SHE WANTS……
What made it MANDATORY for me to pen down lines and lines on this COMPLEX HOMO-SAPIEN is the fact of being a WOMAN. To give a logical reasoning, who else then a WOMAN CAN UNDERSTAND WOMEN. In this MEN ORIENTED WORLD, WOMAN is subject that is NEVER CONSIDERED WORTH OF THESIS…. She is kept aside with a declared remark and a roar of laughter, “TO UNDERSTAND HER IS A PRODIGIOUS TASK….TOUGHER THAN TOUGHEST”…
FROM THE DAY SHE IS BORN, TILL THE DAY SHE DIES, THE WATER IN HER EYES, NEVER SURMISE. She is considered a fool, a sea of emotion.. What they forget is when they aren’t at home, it’s her, with folded hands in front of the holy picture…praying each second for THEIR WELLBEING.. She is ALTRUISTIC… otherwise who passes her meal just because you are hungry…..
You never realized HER POWER because she never made you to. She had been the CARETAKER throughout your life. As a MOTHER, as a FRIEND, as a BETTER HALF, and as that little angel-YOUR DAUGHTER. I am FLABBERGASTED when I find how CYNICAL your views can be……how can you never even hit a try to value your BIGGEST ASSET.
It is not about how EVIL can I think about a man….it is about how UNDERESTIMATED life a woman undergoes. Have you ever tried to talk to her when she says, “ I DON’T WANT TO TALK…” ???? did you ever said “I AM SORRY”, even If you are right???? Did you ever try to BOW DOWN…keep aside your EGO…..leave your OBSTINACY…and walk toward her with A SMILE…..A SMILE OF GRATITUDE…A SMILE OF HOPE…….A SMILE OF LOVE….A SMILE OF ASSURANCE THAT NO MATTER WHAT YOU WILL BE WITH HER???? If YESthen forget the MISERY of my writing you have read minutes before , HALT…and TH END HERE and if the answer is NO …then I WAS NOT WRONG……you definitely need a hospital….as only AN ILL MAN TREATS A WOMAN LIKE THIS……… AT LAST….let me take the sheer pleasure of accusing your conscience and making you aware….DONOT FORGET WHO BROUGHT YOU IN THIS “MEN DICTATED”WORLD……
Sunday, December 19, 2010
A CRACK IN THE CASTLE OF DREAMS……!!!!
The tall girl with dreamful eyes
Now crawling on knees baffled and surprised……
How can it be??? How is it possible???
Someone heard a shriek in paradise….
“LIFE IS A ROLER COASTER RIDE”, once said a great philosopher……..what I think he missed is that not everybody enjoys a roller coaster………..so if I were to define life I would have said ,”LIFE IS A CUP OF BLACK COFFEE SOUR TO SOME AND REFRESHING TO SOME”………
I met this girl on one of my journeys……..she had that attention catching aura……..a certain VIVACIOUS person with eyes dreaming every possible second……I don’t know why…but I just could not control myself getting up and starting a conversation with her……she is perfect to be called as “LIVELY”……
It is a paradox when I see the same person today petrified to come out of the dark room she has closed herself from past 6 months…….a close source said she is in serious depression…. On asking why I get an answer that has frozen in my mind from the day I have come to know it…. “the bubbly girl had been a target of a terrifying ragging event which had a trembling effect on her….so startling that from 6 months all that she has done is screeched… “NO NO PLEASE NO I CAN’T DO IT…. PLEASE LET ME GO… I BEG OF YOU…!!!!!!....”
Sometimes I wonder …….we all are a collection of masterpieces of the same artist…aren’t we????..then why does it happen that some have more ability to prolong the tortures and move on….then others?????? This girl I have dedicated my whole writing to was one of my inspirers to enjoy and cherish my life……..but as fate didn’t permit things are put to halt…..
One thing that I often speculate again and again is….why do people forget the magic and power of HOPE in their life…….why do they forget that its their life….and none on this earth has the right to snatch their happiness……why do we love to curse our sorrows rather appreciating what it taught us this time……..
I am a true OPTIMIST…that’s why when I see pessimism I experience an ambience of suffocation………my mother always told…… “BETA DARR HUMARE ANDAR HAI…….JIS DIN ISE NIKAL FEKA DUNIYA TUMHARI HAI…..” , till date I just follow what she preached………
PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT said “YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR BUT THE FEAR ITSELF”……I know there are many in this world like dat girl…..and all I want them to know is WAKE UP COME… OUT OF YOUR SHELL…..ONLY THEN YOU’LL REALISE WORLD IS NOT SUCH A BAD PLACE TO LIVE IN………….
Now crawling on knees baffled and surprised……
How can it be??? How is it possible???
Someone heard a shriek in paradise….
“LIFE IS A ROLER COASTER RIDE”, once said a great philosopher……..what I think he missed is that not everybody enjoys a roller coaster………..so if I were to define life I would have said ,”LIFE IS A CUP OF BLACK COFFEE SOUR TO SOME AND REFRESHING TO SOME”………
I met this girl on one of my journeys……..she had that attention catching aura……..a certain VIVACIOUS person with eyes dreaming every possible second……I don’t know why…but I just could not control myself getting up and starting a conversation with her……she is perfect to be called as “LIVELY”……
It is a paradox when I see the same person today petrified to come out of the dark room she has closed herself from past 6 months…….a close source said she is in serious depression…. On asking why I get an answer that has frozen in my mind from the day I have come to know it…. “the bubbly girl had been a target of a terrifying ragging event which had a trembling effect on her….so startling that from 6 months all that she has done is screeched… “NO NO PLEASE NO I CAN’T DO IT…. PLEASE LET ME GO… I BEG OF YOU…!!!!!!....”
Sometimes I wonder …….we all are a collection of masterpieces of the same artist…aren’t we????..then why does it happen that some have more ability to prolong the tortures and move on….then others?????? This girl I have dedicated my whole writing to was one of my inspirers to enjoy and cherish my life……..but as fate didn’t permit things are put to halt…..
One thing that I often speculate again and again is….why do people forget the magic and power of HOPE in their life…….why do they forget that its their life….and none on this earth has the right to snatch their happiness……why do we love to curse our sorrows rather appreciating what it taught us this time……..
I am a true OPTIMIST…that’s why when I see pessimism I experience an ambience of suffocation………my mother always told…… “BETA DARR HUMARE ANDAR HAI…….JIS DIN ISE NIKAL FEKA DUNIYA TUMHARI HAI…..” , till date I just follow what she preached………
PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT said “YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR BUT THE FEAR ITSELF”……I know there are many in this world like dat girl…..and all I want them to know is WAKE UP COME… OUT OF YOUR SHELL…..ONLY THEN YOU’LL REALISE WORLD IS NOT SUCH A BAD PLACE TO LIVE IN………….
Saturday, December 18, 2010
BIT of me!!!
hey guys.......after posting so many of my creations this time i thought i would share a bit of me.....me a 18 yr old girl....striving to touch infinity of success.......is just a simple girl next door....bein a 12th standard student........my only worry should be my board examination....isnt it???? but u know wat...it isnt.....i dunno if it happens wid everybudy or not...but my mind is like a -------- i dunno wat.....i just cant focus on one thing....from frnds to family...from studies to sumthing else...one or d oder thing just lights up in my mind and den dere i m spending my whole time imagining of wat shud have been instead of wat it is..........i feel like things r not right and there shud be sum1 taking responsibility of it.......as i beleive there is sum1 perfect for every wrong situation...........and den the oder moment i find myself irritated wid d fact that d perfect sum1 is actuallu missing.........problem wid me is...i think just so much...i mean y shud one bother oneself wid nething happening around so much dat it affects him emotionally......?????? isnt dat is stupid.....???? but i do.... n i know i m just so dumb to do it........u guys wud wonder but let me tell u all after writing the whole article on me......right now m thinking..."silly...y did u wrote it"....but again y shudnt i??? i mean its my blog and i can write nething dat i want.......not everytime it has to be a fictional writing.......sumtimes reality is needed.........now i better shoudl stop or i dunno wat else rubbish would i blabber.......tada cya next time......wid another reality check
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