• I am I | Poetry
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    I am I | Poetry

    I am I | Poetry | English

    To the world which praises me high,

    The people who  blame me hard,

    Those who consider me great,

    And to them who make me feel apart,

    To all those views  that people share,

    To them, this is what I think,

    This is what I care,

    I was, I am and I will be the same,

    The person in me, unaffected by the name.

    In me, I believe,

    For my soul, I live.

    My thoughts guide me,

    My acts define me

    I have a life  and I live for it,

    ….

    Untouched of what it might lead to being.

    Today is what for I am known

    Yesterday is not for regret, It’s gone

    Tomorrow is not today so I leave it alone.

    We are here together,

    But what’s our fate?

    Believe or not,

    But I exist to you till we relate,

    Once over, It will be no one.

    You, me and everybody will be unknown

    In the crowd, we will be on our own,

    Searching for ourselves,

    To understand and to be known.

    Neither the memories will work, nor the feelings will react,

    The time once gone, Is better to forget,

    I  Have rules, I have ethics

    I follow them, I repeat, I avoid them or I leave

    That’s up to me and that’s my wish

    What you think is not what I care

    The pressure of your thoughts is not what I bear

    I say what I feel,

    It may hurt you or it may heal

    I am blunt, I dare,

    I talk with honesty, and that’s rare.

    You, we are particles of clay,

    Made to exist and then decay

    We are here, to  run,

    Once over, we are done.

    Lone we came, Lone will be the End

    None shared the birth,

    None will share the death

    It is hard but a Fact.

    I know this and I feel it.,

    So I don’t just leave life instead I live it.


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  • Moving On | The Huffington Post
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    When “Moving On” can hold you back

    Moving On | The Huffington Post

    There exists a world as seen by us. Each of us is a minuscule part of that world, and we are all struggling. We think about hardships, relationships, unfulfilled aims and many other things which in some way or the other are not acceptable to us, but still, we live with them and carry on, accepting that some things will never change.

    But our world doesn’t end there. Inside of us exists another world, a world larger than the one outside. In this inner world, our thoughts are felt in a deeper way. It’s a world where pessimistic thoughts give way to the hope that there will be better days if we only wait for them. This is the world of hope and patience.

    We are a part of a fast-paced and dynamic ecosystem where our wishes are fulfilled through a mere touch of a smartphone screen. Our relationships are public property, to be “shared” with friends and strangers. Often times, love begins, progresses and even ends on social networking sites. We hardly have the time to think about what went wrong or how to make amends or learn from mistakes. The mantra is to “move on” and forget all about past experiences.

    But is it truly possible for us to move on from each and every action, aim, past, guilt or regret?

    Can we really forget that past which we once thought held the key to our future?

    The answer is NO. It is not possible to move on.

    The striking thing about humans is that we never grow up. Our looks change, expressions change, habits change but one thing remains the same. It’s our heart. At 25, our heart is just the way it was when we were five. A five-year-old child cries for whatever it is he wants, regardless of how realistic it is to expect that wish to be fulfilled. All the child knows is that something felt good and it must be had. Twenty years on from then, nothing changes. We crave for things, for people whom we love but are far from us. Try to grasp at them and when they slip away, we feel very low even if we don’t show it. We tend to move on superficially, but our heart seldom keeps up.

    Similar things happen when we are in love. We have good days in love to cherish and bad days to regret. There are times when we feel stuck in circumstances and patterns of behavior and things refuse to go the way we want. We don’t know what to do. In such situations we can only wait and hope for things to get back on track.

    But after a while we start to lose hope. Our patience disappears. And we give up. It is difficult, it is painful, it is harsh to give up on something which we actually loved and desperately wanted. We start acting as if we have left the love behind and we are just fine. But the fact is we are not. Inside us, the wish for this love to return continues to linger.

    So if we can’t let go of someone or something in our minds, why do we abandon all hope of actually getting them?

    What we fail to realize in such scenarios is that there are things which take time. Certain phase does change, many people do come around, and many times things definitely move in our direction — if not now, then later. Never ever regret your past, and if it is worth regretting, then never let it be your past.

    To move on, to give up, to succumb to exhaustion will never give us what we truly want. We craved, we tried, we waited, we even prayed… and then what? We stopped hoping, we stopped waiting, and yet certain desires stayed even as others came and were lost.

    Why not be patient and hope?

    The world never belonged to the people who ran fast and jumped from one thing to another because the first attempt took too much time. The world always belonged to the people who trusted their love, their belief in their work, waited patiently and saw what was wrong with what they were doing, made changes and continued to improve instead of changing their beliefs and aims. That’s what made them reach their highs.

    Our life is based on the hope of survival. We don’t know how long we will be alive, but still we breathe. Still we hope to live long, we have the patience to wait until it all ends. We think, act and take measures, but in the end hope and patience are integral parts of whatever we do.

    Don’t let the hope in you die, don’t let the patience slip away.

    Moving On | The Huffington Post

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    Love | English Poetry | Blog

    Love | English Poetry

    Love a single word,

                                     All have heard

    Difficult to understand,

                                     Hard to withstand

     Entered my life, in form of you,

                                     Made my life a better view

    The sadness, the aches,

                                     The sorrows , the pain

                     All Left me,

                                      In no time span

    Life was filled with laughter and smiles

                                      It was you, who made it worthwhile

    “Love defined in many ways,

                                       All end in the same

    For me it was just you,

                                       And for the rest of life it will remain the same.”

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    The Love We Hate | Love Poetry

    The Love We Hate | Love Poetry

    With Life,

    We began,

    Between Family And friends,

    We ran,

    With happiness and sadness we were surrounded,

    In this small world of ours we were grounded,

    Love, than was not even in the air,

    Neither did we knew, nor did we cared

    But not too soon , nor too late,

    Love too entered my fate,

    With a sweet smile, innocent face,

    She came in my life by God’s grace,

    Chat’s and talks,

    Moved to long walks,

    Feeling arose, love came,

    Whatever it was ,we never blamed.

    Days were good, days were going,

    It was the time we were enjoying,

    Her lovely looks, her childish talks ,

    In that i was totally lost.

    We were good ,we were great ,

    Life was at its best stage

    But ,

    Time was Odd

    And was our fate

    We left once, and never mate.

    Season changed , people changed,

    For whatever happened,whom to blame?

    Whom to blame , for the love that lost?

    Whom to blame for the feel that frost?

    No one was guilty, none did the theft

    It was only the love, THE LOVE that left.

    And so ,

    The Love we Had ,

    Is now “The Love We Hate”

    ——————–ramta jogi

    The Love We Hate | Love Poetry

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  • A girl in a foreign land | Poetry | Life
    POETRY

    A girl in a foreign land | Poetry

    A girl in a foreign land | Poetry | Life

                   All in new shoes,

    Away from her own sand,

    A girl in foreign land.

    She beings her day,

    Where she left the other day,

    Goes to earn

    Than to learn

    Finds it hard

    And difficult,to have fun

    She cooks her bread

    Makes her bed

    Lies on it,

    To take a long nap,

    But in no time again,

    Finds herself awake,

    To move out with her name,

    To repeat the work again, to do the same

    ……….

    It was not the same then,

    She was in the east and not in west, back when

    Her laugh was different, her cry was different

    The sparkle in her eye was different

    Her face expressed ,

    Her smile impressed

    In the kingdom of her own,

    She was her very mistress

    A carefree bird,

    She danced in her thoughts

    With the people closed to her ,

    She explored the very roads,

    Her soul shined with light

    Aura cleansed people’s guilt,

    Her nature compiled everyone to one,

    Life was something more than what she lived.

    She was desire in her name,

    But had no desire to be a part of any game

    ………….

    Now Its a all new land there,

    Away from somewhere to nowhere

    Still she tries,

    Tries to be the same,

    To live in a new world,

    But with the old heart frame,

    In search of life, her day begun’s,

    And in Searching herself, It ENDS

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