Walking Alone

Traveled too long,

On the heights of my Goal.


Years of Glory,

Humble to worry…….

I lost……….. My face in me,

I lost………..That person to live.


Yeah! Question around,

Where do I found?

To me…………. Walking alone,

Man of my own…………….

Yeah! man of my own.


Now my dreams, fears a lot,

I dragged a lot,

To me…………. Walking alone.


I missed…………….Living’s hope,

And see……………

I am walking alone……………….







Let me apologize

For every single harsh moment,
Let me apologize…


It’s not me who responsible of,
But still,
Let me apologize…

Shadowing your future,
You know…. I am not.
Let me apologize…

For not enlighten you.

My apologies are not meant,
For what behind the myth.

It’s for you…
Because I don’t want you to let down..
Of arguing to others,
Being tolerated by,
I want to shield you,
But just before it hurts..

Challanges are yours,
Work is your to handle..
I apologize..

For not being stand along.

Away from the truth,
When you wandered,
I don’t suppose to be there,
Still I apologize…

For being separated.

On the zigzag path of life,
You have to walk alone.
Still I apologize…

For not being there..


Perhaps! I should not talk about.

But just gone through.

┬áBeing forgotten…

An old wounded monk,

Crushing his nails,

And chanting a betrayal.

Forgotten …. Be forgotten ahead.
It’s a deep dark night,

I fought myself to bring bright…

He roared like a demon,

Hurried to chant Suneman…
I feared of being crushed,

Rushed into bed to crunch…

My teeth into the teeth…

Alas! What I had done to me?

I questioned several times to me.

Exclimed inner proofing myself a second…

Shadow spread among the street,

Chants calm to the death…

I surrendered to my faith,

‘I have been crushed.’

Nights froze for me, door unopened for weeks.

I thought dozen of times, to under

To unbreak inside cheer.

I have been blocked in surplus,

Muted myself into nowhere.

Months to go I haven’t been out,

Life stuck being alive….
One windy night brought the same,

Loud chants…. Subbings… Nailing the same tree….

It was same wounded face I recalled,

Little week but same analog….
Dare punished me to walk near,

Hiding myself in courtier…

This time he set down,

And fell aside the tree…

I don’t remember the time,

But when I realised it was light..

Reddishness pushed dust into the sky,

And reach to me for unhid..

He may mentally changed.. 

I whispered into my ears..

And turned off to hear….
Stepping up to Home, 

I heard a tone… Of unexplained grief..
U forgotten.. be forgotten ahead…

Today it’s me.

Some day you will be….

Developed or less-developed

One lonely night,

By my own,

 I answered and murdered by my own.

I cheated myself on the myths of,

Being developed,

From ancients to formers.

Being wild to deputed,

I travelled so far, that

When I look after forgottens,

I laugh and admire my success..

But, is that much true…. What I thought?

I proudly said yes!I am.

A small finger point at me,

Trough the bottom of my heart and,

I dismissed it’s hearing.

That is what I am doing from a long time.

I know that, somewhere somewhat I am cheating on me….

I modified the definition of being developed,

I replaced the word as I convenient.

To hide the truths behind the myths.

I pretended several times with a smile on my face…

Admitting that what I am doing is the only trend.

I refused to mess with presence,

I stop even to understand the differences,

Between being developed and undeveloped,


I changed the meanings of both words.

Development measures the physical state of our life style not that was related to intellectual.

Undeveloped means only being not earning much to satisfy desired life style.

Is it not so?

I admitted yes!

Money is first and last thing to do with all others.

Perhaps! I am right but my heart rebel brain.

It still points a finger….

That I lacking the development of 

State of my mind,

I still behind to except the changes,

Related to socialism, religion and morality.

And it’s true… when I talks about these I fell stuck….

And my heart runs away from my brain… Being developed to less developed…

Ink Abuse

Long ago in history,

Paper read to cover mistry.

To recollect the intellectuals of minds,

Which worked towards the innovation.

Of mankind,

Of humanity,

Of livingness,

Of scientific approaches,

Of bitterness which they faced and

They declared them paths,

Of  loneliness to completeness,

To illiterate to educated.

That was a glory of ink,

Which severed the innovations and mankind….

Aah! Today ink abuses,

In the era of vast knowledge,

And expertise.

From deeper to Galaxy.

The ink abuses…. To the mankind

To humanity, to morals to ethics.

All lost into the drains,

Of educated illiterates.

It lost its ways of eagerness,

It terms a circumference of no ways.

Moulding the same ways of positiveness, 

Into the wrong ways which they dropped,  after experience.

The ink abuses….. Where we are walking,

To whom we are talking,

Blaming other of own failure,

Dragging other for success.

Is that what our old ink taught us??

Is that what our history led us??

Now ink abuses….

Writers write to be popular,

Anything wright or wrong, people blindly troll them..

For business or fooling themselves…

…… Now ink abuses…..

Hiding facts and spreed myths,

It became the reality beneath..

And it’s obvious to she because 

Every one wants to enjoy,

Others guild, other myths..

Bitter taste unhealthy for heart,

And wrong medicines lead you apart…

Facts are known but we still unknown.

Because ink abuses….

Ink abuses…..

Pipal’s Tree

In the indian era of traditions,

Pipal’s tree has its own importance.

But I see it as Old Monk,

With vast experience and exposure.

A tower with proud, faced

Number of difficult exposure.

But remained stick to its roots,

To grow old and show it’s glory.

I accept it’s fellowship, to enlighten

My heart when stuck in past.

But I am a plant of future,

Born in chest of Pipal,

Grabbed tight it’s branches,

To experience it’s conquest. 

But in the end I grow flowers, 

Of my own type,

Of my own virtue,

Of my own ways of glory,

And Pipal has to be quiet,

Because I lead the way to future,

And I carry it’s recognition,

To next generation.