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.

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 

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. :) 

Inside Out

Inside-Out

****

The great wall built in your heart,

Tough and strong, no one can dart.

But Let me say, there will be a crack,

To sneak through it & find the track.

The other side where darkness resides,

Buried truths, But reality Smiles.

What we are is just a show on stage,

Inside we are, just jokers in the cage.

To know the truth, juts take a walk,

I am sure there would be lot to talk.

The fog gets clear and all the doubts,

We get answers to all, as we look Inside Out.

The sodden life and the pompous style,

Is jus bull shit, pile on pile.

When someone shows the path to take,

Nook the thought, you just get vexed.

The Gucci shoes and designer boots,

Are just too fake, Can’t fix your roots.

You carry that mask across 24X7,

The night life and materialistic pleasures,

Make you slave of your own naïve desires.

Running after, what others do,

Loosing the soul aim, you just play fool’s game.

The blaming game you always play.

Life isn't a pack of cards, let me say.

It’s much more then a rolling bid,

If you not think so, you are just an immature kid.

Your vicious mind and malice deeds,

Unhappiness and vagrancy are what it leads.

To desolate you in cellar, isn’t the way,

Look inside out and you’ll find there hope’s ray.

All your answers lie inside you,

Only thing is, you should know where to look.

There are miles to go on this diverse road,

Battles to be won and treasures to explore.

To reach the pinnacle of peace of mind,

Raise yourself and sail through tides.

So look in you and you’ll find your way,

Don’t loose your heart ever, that’s what I always say.

Still trying: to find the Crack: S.D.

Happy Birthday Dad

Wish you a very happy birthday Dad, 

I believe no day for your life is Sad. 

25 years you who have cared , 

those wisdom words you always shared.

To fit in your shoes, is my dream

for next 25 years and beyond.

I believe you look up to me in Pride

Thanks for being on my side. 

Giving me wings for fire & freedom

to find my own stardom.

I wish all have a Dad like you

Words of gratitude are so few.

--S.D

Odes from The Dancing Monk

Odes From An Apologue:

The Dancing Monk

by

Saket Dhanraj Dabi

*****

*****

The Dancing Monk!!

“The dawn tears the cloud bladder

On orange tray, the Ash scatters.

The mystic aura, the enigmatic chants,

Feel like Heaven on this holy land.

On the banks of river lied an aged monk,

Draped in saffron cloak, long has he lost his folks.

Grey eyebrows and white bear showed age

Wrinkled face and eyes with dried tears……

Banks of Ganga is where he stays !

*****

*****

The Dancing Monk

With his folks long gone

He is left soul torn,

Mystery for all is what he is,

He deserves some peace and god’s eternal bliss!

*****

*****

The Dancing Monk

He dance for death , he dance for birth

He pays penance for self, penance for others

I can’t find one who care or bothers

When I lay him hand, and showed some care

He ran away from me in agony and fear!

*****

*****

The Dancing Monk

He offers his prayers,

Baptizing

The new born child

Yet destiny has defied, it took his only child.

He still shows his love to all human beings.

No sage can offer the same, after what he has seen.

His world tumbled like a cards castle

Left him loner like an empty vessel.

*****

*****

The Dancing Monk!!

He was great man in his hay days

A lot about him did the bag say.

Yet there were few pages tattered and charred

He wanted the secrets to be always behind the bars

They say he became a legend in the Wild West,

His story just ends here, or did it just start,

He left his scar on my heart, reminding me to come back for him

With this promise within, S.D left the place with a heavy heart.

*****

The Dancing Monk : 

A agonizing story of pain , grief and penance of a professor, A story which portray a language above words , a language of emotions , of expressions , of sentiments and overall of "Dance".

A way to connect to almighty and plead for solace he deserved from 15 years.

Eclipses from his life and life of S.D, overlapping for 6 days, a transcendental journey which offered the true meaning of life , of love and of mere existence! 

cupids are Stupid

THEY SELDOM STRUCK RIGHT…… !

Cupid are stupid, they seldom struck right..

Makes you fall, from steeply heights.

It makes you feel, the loosing pain,

But love for her, just always rain.

They make u laugh & make you cry,

Sporting the way, u just give a try….

You feel so glad for 1st love bite,,

Think again dear, may be a mosquito bite

Keep in mind they seldom struck right… :)

You look for her & she looks for him,

Cuts scene from Hollywood romantic film

Triangle it forms & still u say….

You feel so nice, as u see her hair sway.

You walk with her, in the moon lit night,

Thinking you’ll hold her hand someday you’ll make it right.

But then you see, the truth this way,

You are a very good friend, that’s what she says….

They seldom struck right, it’s just a trend…. ;)

You sense your senses when hangover ends

Relaxed you are when you reach the end.

But let me tell, it’s not at all bad

You expressed it all, what all u had…

You have good friends that’s all you need

Cupids are stupid they just mess the screen.

Care for you, & a healthy advice

That makes you rich with friends so wise.

Life goes on & never stops

But crushes are such they always pop

What u should see, is the friends u have

Show your trust & earn it back ….

It’s all so funny, yet so intense

But remember one thing

They are stupid, and always ping.

Seldom struck right and just don’t fight

Cherish these lines, I have said so right ….. :)

Just out of dream: S.D