Shore

I am lost,

In the wilderness of thoughts.

I searched for a shore,

While swimming through,

the ocean of thoughts.

To settle down in a hideout,

To build the ship of a life time,

And then, to embark on a journey,

For conquering an ultimate horizon

I found a shore,

But it’s too far away!

The currents dragged me away,

My unrelenting efforts took me a bit farther,

Only to be lashed out further back.

Every setback augured me,

To fight back and not to give up.

Every forward movement,

Thundered an excitement inside my heart

Giving some energy to fight on,

In tandem with rising expectation.

Are my expectations too much?

I wondered!

But realistically where am I?

Neither drowning in the ocean,

Nor reaching the shore.

Floating like a wooden block,

With only tides as final source of hope.

However, tides are getting ruder now,

Resisting all my efforts to move forward

Shore is smiling,

Yet yelling,

It is screaming at me

You are an intruder,

Hence, you aren’t welcome!

The beautiful shore is enticing,

But, it’s harder for me

To reach anywhere near it.

I wish the wind cease to flow,

So that tides secedes from my path.

But what shall I do?

To convince the shore,

That I am not an intruder!

When there is no welcome,

The shore will be inhospitable,

To really weave the dreams,

Or, for strengthening my aims.

May be the ocean can do a favor for me!

It can submerse the shore,

To encroach the inlands,

Then I can reach that forbidden land

With the power of tides

Otherwise, it can get away

Leaving behind more area for the shore

Sparing me rooted to the ground

Then I can walk with ease towards my destiny

It’s harder for me to conceive the fact,

That shore is so near, yet so far.

It’s not a lost battle yet,

Time and tide will change,

I will somehow,

Make it to the shore, soon!

I wrote this poem couple of years back. I've entered this poem in  pleasantly-disturbed-thursdays-vol-7 blog carnival. Please visit to read others writings. Image courtesy the colonnadeinn .

Be Selfish

Be selfish, 

As no one understand your honesty.

You may be living in world of dreams,

With happiness and unhappiness,

Surrounded by friends and relatives,

You may be feeling so comfortable with that.

Just turn back and analyze,

What did you get, when it mattered?

Who among them came for your rescue,

when you were down with difficulty?

You will see the bleak picture!

You are alone when you are in trouble,

You love them all always,

Never want to hurt anyone,

Yet could hear some one saying,

 You cheated me!

You always had plans for others,

To give the best offers and benefits,

But, many don’t have the patience,

to reap the benefits.

Yet complains !

They listen to someone else’s jealous taunts,

Mislead,misguided and disoriented

 They comes after you with poisonous words,

To hurt you for your honesty,

by targeting your fragile emotions .

They will realize the mistake someday.

But, you change yourself ,

Be selfish,

Then you won’t be handling others issues!

Hence, there won’t be any hues from others.

Be selfish,

Get on with your life,

Sail it towards peaceand prosperity,

As sometimes you realize late,

That you didn’t reach anywhere,

After running after many things for others,

By then you will be alone,

Healing the wounds of regrets and despair!

Be selfish,

Those who touched the sky,

They did it with selfish dedication.

You are the only reliable support,

For yourself at any time.

You save yourself, before saving others!

There are some people who forget their lives by living for others. But they end up struggling with out any support in return. There are some-others, who get all the wrath despite doing everything possible for others. 

Another Mom

As a kid, I was lucky

Being loved by people around

In my neighborhood

There was an aunty,

Younger than my mom was then

She and her husband was fond of me

As they didn’t had kids, then

She showered love on me

That could envy any mom

She looked after me like her own kid

Took me to her home, when she had time

Or I visited her when I missed her

Everyday, she used to feed me the lunch

With my favorite fried eggs of fish

I liked being with her

Since she cared me a lot

One day I called her “mom”

As I couldn’t differentiate her love

From my own mom

She was happy at that moment

Months later, she moved on afar

When she finally had her own child

She named him after me

May be in my memory

When I visited her once, years later

She was so happy

And I felt the same warmth in her eyes

Despite we didn’t meet for long

I haven’t seen her, ever since

But I feel, I have another mom in her

Some relations are unique

Rising from the bottom of hearth

With more depth than bloodily relations

This is about a lady who loved me like her own son.

Love to friendship

Hardest thing in this world is

 To be the friend of your love

When you know he is

 Someone else's life

It’s hard to control emotions

As Old Memories and dreams

Flocks the heart, giving

A sense of great loss

Every time when you see him

Heart craves for getting closer

Like the olden days

With nostalgic eyes

He conquered your untamed heart

Made you his beautiful princess

Filled dreams in you

About life together

Still you are there in his heart

 He wanna care you like before

 But from a distance

As a loving friend

This poem is written for a friend,some what in tandem with her tune.

Slaughtered Hand

A mistake

Intentional or unintentional

Brought the wrath from all directions

Mobs burned his effigies

Mobs demanded his blood

Some waited for law to take its course

But a few couldn’t wait

They executed their own law

By slaughtering a hand

That wrote things they didn’t like

Though everyone has right to express

Their thoughts and opinions

From nowhere he became famous

His words made him the enemy

Of chauvinists who talks about god

But god never assigned anyone

To execute anyone

For talking against the will of god

The palm less hand strikes the eye

As the symbol of hatred

Spread by heartless

Religiously blinded chauvinists

The enemy of humanity

This is about a person whose hand was butchered by some anti-social miscreants for expressing radical opinions.

Strength Within

Strength isn’t the ability of someone to thrash things

It isn’t the trait of a man who can slam down opponents

It isn’t the cavalry of an arrogant dictator with weapons

It isn’t a toy that can be bought in a mall with a credit card

Strength is the cloud of emotions that can keep one alive

When all the tough situations drag one towards a trench

When the whole world is against you and you are cornered

You never look for a weapon or hideout

You look for strength within the soul at that time

I saw the strength through the words of a girl

Who laughed and fought with me, during her last days

After knowing that she won’t survive after four months

When she came to say goodbye to all the friends

I saw the strength within her to face the worst

Just two days before she died

I saw strength within in the eyes of my dad before he died

As he strived to catch one more breathe to survive

I saw the strength within myself when I signed the document

That proclaimed his death, without shedding any tears

I found strength within when I tried to console my Mum

As she eagerly asked about his survival

I had to reveal the truth cold-hearted

I felt the strength within in the trembling voice of a girl

Who was within moments away from leaving this world

To get back to the life and win over the tough battle

There is no need for riches or advice if one can discover

The strength within the heart, to fight back in life

From any adversities that pop up from time to time

This post is written for Bridget Chumbley's blog carnival, on the topic of strength. 

Image from Unsplash

Isla Amor

Isla Amor

A small island of curse

In the Brazilian seaway

Surrounded by white beach

Lush green with bushes and coconut trees

Bought for romantic honeymoon

Turned out to be the last straw

In a relation

Now one of the cheapest islands

Something painful for owner

Trying to forget at the best

About a lost wedding diamond ring

A ruined honeymoon

Mysterious downfall of a doggie

A failed attempt to cheer

The Heartbroken wife

Horrible hours of dehydrations

A long wait for help from mainland

Bed ridden days in clinic

And a tragic divorce aftermath

May be it’s a lucky land

That measured the depth of love

 That didn’t existed as he expected

He showered his wealth to make her happy

But she couldn’t bear a tough day

Neither his riches was able stop her from leaving

Nor his painful tears of love

Isla Amor, teaches the lesson

True love stands by at all tough times

Glittering feelings vanishes in moments forever

He may call it as Isla Cadella

Instead of Isla Amor 

But it’s his lucky charm that freed him

Towards a world of true love,

That he will discover one day

 This poem is totally inspired by an ad of an island for sale. For more details check out Isla Amor.