Precious Stones!!

There was a little girl
In the corner of some village
Collecting beautiful precious stones
Was the only hobby at that age
She picked some stones from the gravel
Some left over pieces of granite and marble
Initially they were rough
With very sharp edges
Dumped in the dirt , since ages
She washed them up
Cleaned all the dirt
She started playing with them
Even while getting hurt
Every time while playing
When sharp corners break
She bore the pain
They will get round, in this sake
After some time
They really turned beautiful and round
She made all her friends look at them
And used to feel proud
She offered her friends
To play with her
As she has the most beautiful stone
Every girl desires
But these heartless stones
Do not made her win every game
No matter how much she cared for them
And bore all the pain
These stones never cared for her
She wins or not , they are not bothered
So difficult to accept the truth
These stones had no feeling for her!!
After all, these are stones, the real ones!!
But in the real life too
We all have in some form or another
Such precious stones!!
We all have and care about some relationships
Which turn out to be stones
So always remember
After all they are stones!!

Who Cares!!!

We are all part of a croud
Where no one is nobody's
All enjoying their loneliness
Crying sometimes over heart breaking attachments
It's a festival of disaster
We are celebrating because we are left
No pretending anymore
We are proud to be selfish
No time to talk to person next
Busy on telecommuting
A disease of modernisation
We all laking immunity for it
Oh God! Really no escape
Either be it or cry, who cares!!
Often I stopped and waited for someone
Oh God! It was a mistake
Sometimes tried to help some
Well, I was being used
Missed some people and cried for them
But they were not even bothered by tears
Everyone trying to be practical
Successful or not, who cares!!

Faces

I have my faces
One for parents
One for my baby
One for pretentious loved ones
One for pretentious friends
One for non pretentious haters
One for judgemental others
N one for The God...

Every face is true
N sometimes pretentious in its own way
Playing various roles
Making its own place
They even know each other
And sometimes don't even like each other Sometimes envy each other
Still do exist with each other

It has its own benefits
And it's own issues
And I know that it's not only me
There are others too
There are Gods inside
But also devils sometimes
It's hard to admit
but there is also a ME inside

Sometimes they even fight
And it's hard to tell who is right
Every one has its own reasons
But ME is the one every one always likes
However it never comes in front
But ME is d most dominating one

But we are social animals
Can't always be ME
It's difficult to face judgment
Even if it's not from a source worthy
I wish I could always be ME...
Tired of carrying so many faces. ...

Fighting my own battles

You always have to fight your own battles
Alone and forever
Sometimes even with your loved ones
Sometimes even with Almighty
There is no end to it
But to do ,not even die.

It's tough , for everyone
Most of the times painful and heartbreaking
There are no extra powers or life
You have to do it with what you have got
Most of the times you might not even win
But you can't quit.

There will be people who will not agree
There will be people who don't like you
There will be people who want to completely destroy you
There will be people who rejoice your sorrow

You have to be your mentor
You have to be you coach
Because you can not expect this from anyone else
You have to prepare your self
Even monitor your self
There might not be someone to hold you when you are falling
You have to support your self
You have to hold your self

Don't be sad to here this
As this is how all good people are doing
As who does this for themselves
Are the ones who becomes conquerers
Rest all become followers

Don't feel alone as this is the journey of life
You have the elite group of people to join
Where again you will be playing another battle
As life without thrill is also unexciting. ...

Kitni Batein..

Aaj fir kuch alfaaz hotthon pe aa ke rah gaye
Khamoshiyon se kashmakash kar ke rah gaye
Yun to in baton ka koi ant nahi shayad
Magar ye shuru hua kab ye sochte rah gaye
                Bohot se tufaan jo hamne socha tha so gaye hai
                Na jane kyo fir dharashayi kar jate hai
                Bohot se chahre jo hamne socha tha anjaan ho gaye hai
                Na jane fir kyo aankho me utar aate hai
Dhadkano ki ye raftaar jo dheemi se pad gayi thi
Aab kayi baar tham si jati hai
Bohot si khwaishen jo bhool si gayi thi
Fir se dastak de jati hai
                 Kitni batein aisi hai mann me
                 jo ab lagta bhi nahi ki kah paenge
                 ye jindagi jo khel khel rahi hai
                 vahi dekhte hue rukhsat ho jaenge..