The one that stayed

The one that stayed!

We lived in parallel worlds, on paths that seldom collide,

It took us apart, in the orbits afar, for years we lived, with goodwill we thrived.

But less we knew, the worlds are on course to collide,

My world came crashing down, left with shards and a shattered pride.

They say it’s the destruction that bring the greens

For us it brought a dream, it was neither yours nor mine

Yet it grew, wiser with time, sweeter like wine

Here we are in one world that survived

With the dream that once we were deprived

For I know the dreams do end, but all ends start something new

Journey we began through oceans and seas,

With you by my side, these thousand miles look so few.

Still miles apart in world, yet it’s the world we share

We fell, got bruised but yet we laughed and got stronger by the day

Together here to stay, in thick n thin of hay, that’s all, I would say

Quiet and Calm

Calm &Quiet

Believe me my folks, I ll be calm and I ll be quiet,

Like the air, so still, so pale; before the tides

Ring some bells, show some might, for that the storm is yet to arrive,

For this storm may wash, all beings and all life.

Believe me my folks, I’ll be calm and I ll be quiet

And if you are still alive, broken and half dead

I will take you to the gallows of the death

Believe me my folks, I’ll be calm and I’ll be quiet

I will ease your pain and all your sorrows,

For this may sound, cruel and frightening

You will see the truth, with the strike of the lightening.

And if you may choose to rise from the ashes,

To lead this land, all beings and all life

I ll grant you that wish, your blessing in disguise

I will vanish in the air that is still so stale

Believe me my folks, I ll be calm and I ll be quiet.

The known closure - S.D

The True You

In this escapade called life, how often we say, this is not true me, the true me is awesome, is different and I hope true me comes to live someday. Are we born with such dilemmas or not? Or we change the skin according to the situations only to realize the older one was better equipped to deal with life? I am not sure, but we definitely go soul dipping every now and then to find the true us, the true north for us. Day dreamers like me dream “the better them” will conquer world, but may be the present self is the real me. 

The endless quest of finding the “true self” changes us multiple times over the course and still we wander inside to find the right clothes, the “You”. I guess there is no one suit to fit all occasions, what matters is your style, your ability to present yourself to the world , even the worse of you can show who you really are, coz world may reject you many a times , to make you realize how resilient you are to pursue your beliefs but that’s just one side of the coin, it may very well lead you to your demise only to make you realize you need to change and find the real you, the better you. As I say – the pursuit is perpetual but acceptance of current you is constant. It’s the constant that brings the strength, and helps one to embrace the love affair between you and your better self and a hope that someday you meet.

That's just my style - SD

Poem
For there are times we live for, for there are moment we adore... 
There is no right or wrong for those moments , coz souls are just pure.. 
Those moments are beyond love , those moment is what we live for.
There is no closure no saying good bye... 
I still wanna get entangled in you , I don't know why... 
I know I have been away..fighting multiple wars on my way... I lived on .. And now I won't be away.. 
For those moments I wana live for , those moments we adore

Tale of a lesser known man

Tale of a lesser known man. - January 31st

For kings they sing a hundred tales,

From bravery to betrayal, or love affairs

Be it a mourning winter night or a city fair.

Tales from the seven worlds travel time, no matter what.

For all what withering stones or ailing wise men taught

For if they sing an ode for me, for if it can cross time and sea

Scribe it on the stone of my kin, the one that lay by me

For on this path I am searching for her

The ode shall remind who lay next to her.

The journey to gates is gray and pale

For souls like her, it’s the heaven’s gate

Agony, pain and misery will be my fate

For I was a lesser known man, yet destiny laid her next to me

Moments and butterflies though forever flee

I’ll wait for you in this world or next,

For if they sing an ode for me, for if it can cross the time n sea.

Shadows and the Sea!

Shadows and the Sea!

The blue star shines in the east, the summers are here it seems

Your shadow still remains, remains of memories in my heart

For I am just a sailor, lost in the time’s sea

I see no land, I wander on the waves and all hopes thus end

Though your shadows still remains n remains of happiness in my heart

For if I see you again, a happy good bye is all I ask

Coz, I know shadows don’t stay and my hope thus weeps away

I shall wander for eternity till my shadow last,

My deeds were pure, and I wish my love could last.

My heart goes dark now, coz I left you at the shore

My shadow shall wander, the curse of breaking your adore  

Your shadow still remains, remains of purity in my heart

Remain of Love in my Heart- S.D

Little talks

Little talks!

Those little talks we do, while our walk in this worldly fare,

We tag them by fair, frank, and unfair.

We do it with loved ones, we do it with the dumb ones, 

They all leave marks of something or of someone. 

Those marks tell stories, some of love and some of worries. 

Those little talks are short, yet we remember them all,

With three little words they patch things up 

Or those two words to end ones world

With these little talks we make new friends, 

We remember these talks till the very end.

Little talks of sin can dethrone a king,

Few words of belief can make a mute to sing.

Leaders of our times preach these little talks,

To walk what you talk and to talk what you walk.

Strangers touch your soul, with these little talks,

Altering your life; changing your directions as you walk.

These little talks will always be here, 

Amalgamation of love, hate, and care;

We are animals, the most social of all,

Little talks will exist even after we fall.

We do it with loved ones, we do it with the dumb ones, 

Little talks leave marks of something or of someone. 

My Little talk:  S.D.

Happy Times

Happy times

I hope I don’t fall in love with you again,

All it gave me were endless agony and pain.

Many times I tried it, and every time I failed,

You came back after each fight and your love I hailed.

But now I wish you are gone, never to come back,

As I am lifeless as wood and metal wreck

But here you are, staring at me, wanting me to love you

Happy times are back, but they are so few

Time passes by, and just as the winter creeps in,

I hope I don’t fall in love with you again,

Because all it gave me were endless agony and pain.

Hope the spring comes soon again-S.D. 

last time !!

Roads...

With every door that closes for me,

There’s another window of hope I see.

They say passion is something which never ends,

You make your roads if the one u chose ends.

From where I stand, doom clouds get darker with the time,

I could hear Satan’s bereavement in a forbidding rhyme.  

For if I had wings, I could fly over this cliff, into the horizons of glory. 

I trembled, and wished I’d courage for one more time; I would reach the sun n far.

I closed my eyes for one last time; I jumped from cliff without my wings,

For because they say passion is something which never ends,

U make your roads if the one u chose ends….

Into the trance- S.D 

Trojans & Alice

Alice & Trojans

Those sparkling blue eyes and that Aphrodite smile was all what he could remember out of 28 years of his life. He left the unknown job he did to become a believer of god, because all he ever believed was Alice’s faith in him.  But just when he thought he had changed for good, he faced the ugly side of life.

And there he laid, drenched with blood, sweat and mud, all he could think was her.  He could hear his breath loud and clear, trying to surrender its serenity and soul to death; while others had already lost their virginity called life and laid motion less. He could hear the police siren around the block and knew soon he would be saved from death to become slave of life in a prison until death show its mercy to have him in her when he grows pale. In those last moments, before he was discovered by the keepers of law around the aisle, all he was thinking was that, was he fighting with goons who were teasing Alice in the club or was he fighting destiny. She was gone anyway, as she doubted the man's faith in her for a whisker, the Trojans of death took her in the paradox of anonymity.  she could never know he fought for her with  the grand valor. She was shot dead amidst the mundane gang war.

I am sure that he believed in something in his life be it a mortal person because god doesn’t say to preach in institution of religion he says to believe in something you love from heart. He wasn’t a great man who lead the Nobel life but he was man of true love . 

For once he believed in true love: S.D

Dear Better Half

Dear Better Half,

Hitting the quarter life crisis, I was sitting in a lounge with couple of friends thinking which girl to hit for better half of the night. I was sailing in ocean of my fantasies with a dazzling dusky beauty, tall and ecstatic with perfect curves, you know what I mean …...she was my better half.

One of my friends suddenly bumped into me and told me to get my better half on dance floor.

Why in hell, people say “my better half”?  

When it comes to boys the answer is well conceived, as half of the world with opposite gender think... Men are crazy animals who just want to get laid. They have single dimension thought process and IQ of zero when it comes thinking anything but girls; because no men can be sure 100% if he has either understood the girl or if he is 100% assure that the girl will not leave with all those potential other beasts out there, hungry for that lust. They so often feel the tranquil scent of first love even when it is the N^th time, the freshness of flowers feel the same when received by that unmatchable smile even when they have tried this with all of their "better halves" gone wrong so far; the dance, the rain , the ride all leave them in a love fling with her ….their "better half". No doubt it is better than the last one, is only feeling they have. 

 What about those feminine betterhalves? Wearing their rose tinted glasses, they dream of prince charming while dating a rookie or should I say their better half and vice versa, they always find other guy more handsome than who they are with. Why they are entitled under this phrase of “better half” ? There cannot be smoke if there is no fire, and I almost already answered the question above in tits and bits. According to me with no offence to all the ladies, how many of you have found a guy hot even when you are with your better half and talked about it, how many of you have bitched about the Guy with your lady counterparts. Those Taylor Lautner body types, do give you goose bumps or those Robert Pattinson’s deep blue eyes seduce you to death. Last but not the least you can't stop cursing "better halves" of your roommates for no good reason but envy.  I guess we are built with this animal instinct within, to be always on the move to find a better half. How many of you being in a rebound phase and found the better half almost next door.

We love it when they hit a break up, we just say “one enemy down” and when someone walks up to introduce her/his better half we say “positive I.D on enemy, project breakup initiate”.

I guess the only reason which make some sense in using this metaphorical and ubiquitously perceived phrase of “better half” is you can’t find happiness unless you meet him/her, no wonder sometimes it take more than once chance to fit in the puzzle correctly. Don’t make judgment about me when you read this, I am loyal to being single for another better half of my life patiently waiting for you...my better half, to knock my door.  

Your Better half

S.D

Constructive Dementia!

Constructive Dementia

Growing up from toddlers to teens, we have heard and seen Heroes. Heroes embracing powers like inherited jewels; explaining us about responsibilities, choices we made and how to face the fear within. But how many of us actually come out of this Pandora of marvel studios oozing with morals ? I executive editor of Constructive Dementia, wrote this obituary of a man, common and pale, yet with implicit quasi of a legend unborn. A Hero who thought beyond morals. 

He was a man with normal ideas for most life time but in those little facets of imaginations where he expanded his hidden wings of self-discovery, he discovered something unusual in him. The word “Revenge” meant to him the motivation to live life. He said to me once, revenge in any form is good for us. Exuberant in his ways, he kept on explaining, the other side of revenge. He said revenge is a catalyst which makes you strong within, it keeps you going. According to him we take revenge because we want to prove our might to others and doing so we evolve. More than anything else we prove it to self. He also said revenge is not always negative as portrayed by most philosophers and historians around the world. Animals if cornered many times would not only resist even more, he would gain resistance against the action of being cornered. The process of resistance is a form of revenge which eventually brings in motivation of survival.

He died of a heart attack a day before, not because he was a drunkard or a fat chap but because he was in an endless pursuit to evolve as a mountaineer, he exhausted his body to new levels each time he climbed. Autopsy reports showed his body was evolved like animals and they never saw anything like that. The catharsis of his death although lied in his own childhood of a bullied kid and teenage of several broken relationships. He wanted to take revenge, a revenge to show world he reaches heights where no one else has reached. His revenge was not against the people who left him in tears and tatters; it was against his own psyche to evolve into a perfectionist. All I can say he may have died young, but he would definitely live in hearts of people like me who endorse constructive dementia. The little less talked soul within.

Perhaps! I say I am a Bad Writer

I am A bad Writer !

Self Praise kept me going so far 

I don't think, I ever raised the bar

Failed in all the attempts I made 

In all those clumsy, lousy words I said.

 Replications of a merely lost and confused brain

I interpreted everything wrong, be it love or rain. 

To be Just another blogger, was my fault 

Dream To be the ace, I could never open that vault.

Writing so far was nothing but a blunder 

Perhaps, I say I am a bad writer. 

My success stories were short and ethereal 

I wonder now, they were dream or for real

I wrote for my girlfriend and spilled my heart

She left me mid way and punctured it by dart.

I wrote another poem, to show my agony 

People said, I am an overdose and too phony.

Life kept me going, so did my female attractions

First in the row was a beauty queen

I wrote a love story, thinking it was never heard or seen

Frankly it was same old story on the screen.

I lost her too on the road to heaven,

I pitched another vodka shot, and lay raven 

A guy and a gal, can never be friends 

Over the years, all I can say this is the trend. 

Perhaps, to drive love, I am a hasty biker 

Or shall I say I am a bad writer. 

Leave the girls; I was never good with them

I tried my luck on other branches on the stem

Then came a phase, I splattered my words in all possible directions

Making a mockery of literature, I think I finally got some perfection

My array of work ranged from politics to sex

I formed my stories, like candles out of wax. 

A few of them went quite a mile 

I am glad they brought a few to smile.

My writings are driven by happenings around me

Intend to judge things different amidst what I see.

Soon to realize, it’s the most common psyche

Perhaps, to rule the sky was just a dream, 

Alas! I was called just another cynical flyer

Or shall I say I am a bad writer.

And now is the time, when the love is gone 

Gone with the wind, and I sung my fav song 

I lie in my bed, with a bottle of wine

With guilt of a writer who could never shine

They say to me, u tried too hard, with limited social art

My writings are the ones which never quit me 

Or perhaps time has come quit as a brave fighter 

Unlikely to quit ,Perhaps I say I am a bad writer.......

I Say I am a Bad Writer : S.D

K!d: An Or!g!nal Bluepr!nt….

All u elders’ just sit and relax

Don’t take tension as u won’t pay any tax.           

Jus telling u story of kid’s mind sprint

No copies required as it’s the original blueprint.

                        Childs so young like seedling in sand

                        They dream so high and think so grand.

                        The purest of souls on the planet earth

                        Nobody can estimate how much is there worth.

It’s a lot to learn from these little saints.

Spend your time and their theories will wash all pain.

As we grow, we forget, lessons of morals & values we read

Money has now become our jam and bread.

Responsibilities are important but don’t become half dead.

                        They give there full even in the smallest works.

                        Weather its just sand castles or mud wars.

                        They have spirit of wining the game.

                        To try harder every time even when the efforts go vain.

There giggling faces and naughty drama.

To make things right they follow the karma.

Their magnetic charisma and positive vibes

Just relaxes the aura and makes u smile.

Keeps you going mile after mile.

                         Their fantasy world may seem so implicit

                        Super heroes and magic, doing the trick

                        But give a thought to this little dream

                        Keep your calm and jus don’t scream

                        Gravity from Apple was also a dream.

There emotions so intense and intellectual

You need a few, even when the worlds grow more practical

Simple thoughts and curious eyes

They ride on clouds as their kites fly

To know everything is what they want

Learn so fast and lead from front.

                        So much they want to do, they always say

                        Pilots & doctors, they all are in play.

                        They have this vision of ancient mariner

                        Sailing on dream n cruising Bon-voyage.

                        These little captains can challenge any age.

These free will souls are so very smart

Voyagers of tomorrow, they jus keep the tension apart

Jus give time and wings to fly.

These blueprints are awesome, just give a try

Faith and trust is all what they want

Love for them is just what count.

These lill champs will paint the world

With rainbow colours and make u proud.

                                                                        A Kid at heart: SD

P.S Wrote this one when I was in class 12th. :) 

The Maharaja Stories Part 2

The Jodhpur Maharaja ! A Legacy 

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