Self Motivation...

Been days I've written, buy I am liking this one...

You rise you fall and at times you look small, you try you fail, you chase you trail but yet you wonder and uncover and unveil! Who said you weren't the genius you thought, hail not just victory but cherish that you fought.

This happened at the box where you set your status message in Facebook....!! I think for me I shouldn't be holding my thoughts inside the mind which it seems I am doing for the past sometime now. Well for now I wish to take things ahead from here....self motivation...I needed it so much...and from you too my sunshine.

Love and Peace!!
Karan

Ab aankhon mien hai...ab..

Jo ada mien thi wo lafzon mien kahan baat thi,
Jo chandni, jo mehki; wo din kahan wo raat thi.

Hanseen thi, dil nasheen thi,gul-e-gulzaar thi
Wo asamanjas mien thi fir bhi wo bahaar thi.

Hothon pe thi, palkon pe thi,par naaraz thi,
Chehre pe thi, gumsum si wo muhtaaj thi.

Ab ankhon mien hai, dhadkan mien hai, jo na paas thi,
'vir' ki hasrat, wo rahe salamat, dil ko dil ki pyaas thi.

With a few made up words...

With a few made up words,
I thought I was telling truth,
I thought I was a poet;
so bold and brave.

With a few borrowed words,
I thought I was expressing,
i thought I was in love;
feeling as it was a rave.

With a few cold words,
I thought I was living,
I thought I was human;
dead in the grave.

With a few lost words,
I thought I was silent,
I thought I was a saint;
but yet i would crave.

And with no more words but silence,
I thought I was numb,
I thought I was dead;
But I was like the notes on the stave.

...
Karan

Where the homeless dwells...

Where the homeless dwells ;

Subsists the keyless door to my inner thoughts.

Forest fire, burning the wood,

Emotions for a dead; no more good,

Living because you survived,

And not because you strived.

I see the infinity of pain,

I see in it the mind that rots.

Where the homeless dwells ...

A river by the window,

Digging up a path to flow.

Watching it like …A penguin on the freezing snow..

I envisage the inanity that we all show.

The window stretches into the waterless river ,

Revealing a mystery, a mirage in the droughts.

Where the homeless dwells ...

We wish to have the skies all down ,

We long for the throne ,we pine for the crown,

And as wishes are effortless; I too crave…

But then it strikes…Don’t the extravagance enslave?

Bareness of such thoughts, brings a sense of shame,

Dips me , drops me, in the discarded lots.
Where the homeless dwells ;

Subsists the keyless door to my inner thoughts.

There's life beyond words.

There's freedom more than birds.

Where a penny of love costs me my millions,

Millions I buy, I sell out one thirds.

If u were the moment,

I would have failed all clocks;

and seconds in hours just not fade so easily.

Those memories won't break,

They are harder than all rocks.

Where must i regain..those unwoven threads,

Unheard are those songs..unseen are those sceneries..

The river so un-drunk ..

And unsaid are the glories.

In the eternity of thoughts,

where love is untouched;

are my themeless stories.

Insomnia.....

Sunday....

I woke up late....coz I had slept late.

I have been becoming an insomniac it seems.And even if I get to sleep I feel it was'nt enough.

A thousand thoughts before I sleep and a few hundreds when I get up...never really counted properly though.But then what makes you an insomniac..what makes me an inomniac ,to be more personally precise..???..the desires... ??the dreams..???expectations may be; from others from ourselves.

Lazziness is completely in love with me every sunday. Thats the only day when it finds me with time I can spend with her. So I dont even mind giving up to her.Why stop some one from loving?

Hey love is again something that makes you insomiac ..isnt it..?

It is I suppose one of the major causes of insomia with people of my age or shoudl I say any age....or watever.

Yeah with me its love too...its but so many other things also.

She called up at 10....I have had my dinner by that time and was walking towards home from my aunt's place,had my sister along.

I have been missing her all through the day...her phone is inaccessible and I have not been able to get through her. Its been days we have been talking in bits...though the conversations have been more fun.

Its amazing to hear her giggle and that happiness of hers is worth keeping forever.

....She started humming that song .."Tujhe yaad kiya tera naam liya",when I had asked her what she did the whole day today...and it was in a lighter mood...I was happy talking to her...no one of us wanted to hang up..but then had to.

I thought I'll go and sleep but than the laptop attracts me like a girl wanting to be touched..and with internet on its even more appealing.Its one more reason of my insomnia.Then there was this friend who called up....so on phone.Mobile..another cause of insomia.But then I have been trying to find out the roots of it...which I ll'probably find very soon and before I sleep.

Talking Words!!

I speak with no volume,
I talk wothout words.
I see them not flying,
I see just walking birds;
I plea for talking words.

Emerged from tears , I fear no fears.
I see no eyes,I hear no ears.
I see 'em alone,I see 'em never in herds.
I see just walking birds;
I plea for talking words.

Adieu! agony.Adieu! pain.
But yes i'll miss 'em all;
Whenever again i'ld pass by that lane.
And now I see no myself.
I see around flocks of nerds.
Some walking birds;
I no more feel talking in words.