I don't know but I am afraid

I don’t know but I am afraid to speak,

I don’t know but I am afraid to express,

I don’t know but I am afraid of current times,

I don’t know but I am afraid of this fear,

I don’t know but I am afraid for my country,

I don’t know but I am afraid from those sitting there,

I don’t know but I am afraid to point fingers on them,

I don’t know but I am afraid of their fight,

I don’t know but I am afraid of new issues will emerge,

I don’t know but I am afraid, if innocents will suffer,

I don’t know but I am afraid they will again argue,

I don’t know but I am afraid of another conflict,

I don’t know but I am afraid innocents will again suffer,

I don’t know but I am afraid, there will be no solutions,

I don’t know but I am afraid writing this,

Our fundamental rights, have we lost them?

I don’t know but I am afraid.

LAST GASP

"Story begins with gasping,

A trolley enters the emergency 

With arms at the sides, hanging,

Wide open eyes blue lips

The man's mind watching his last clips,

Having air in deep and long sips.

Watching his life as a movie,

Feeling a air hunger, 

Hoping to live a little longer,

But has the end has come

Will be decided in few seconds in run

A curved blades enter his mouth

Then a tube enters bringing a fresh air

The patient resisted here and there 

But his breath has been captured

It could be his last breath

Before he was intubated."

The Flow

No one can stop the ideas to flow. They flow like a river crossing banks by banks to reach which is a apparent dead end but in reality its a sea or a ocean. Or we can say a ocean of ideas. Every idea has a source like river do, 'The Glaciers. ' There are glaciers of ideas forming mountains somewhere inside us. They need right temperature, environment to melt to come in tendency to flow.
We get short of ideas and sometimes even no idea comes out. This doesn't means absolute absence of ideas but just that they need a right temperature and environment to leave the bondage some invisible force that binds them just like hydrogen bonds bind water molecules of the water. But they are not so strong, they do break and make connections again to come in the present form.
Some do have shackles around their 'Glaciers of Idea' in their mind which are not enough to stop them to breakthrough.
Only a fountainhead is required and a force within which will make the beautiful, creative, innovative ideas to burst out.
These bursting ideas have so much energy that they can enlighten, educate, inspire a whole world. We have seen the greatest mind, the creative ones doing it past and present and will be doing in the future.
After long time some words flowed through my fingertips to share a idea after a long time.

New World

Scope of matter
Proton positron or neutron
aiming for
Sunshine of gods love
Anxiety about readiness
Rewarding meaningful,and effective
Difficult to get the coverage of needs
Bolds steps truly improve
Millions fighting with human face.
When energy and ideas flow.
Have their own highs and low
Looked in the hand
Looked at the reflection
Withdraw another draw next
Seen the crack,leaped the faith
Advance to the center
Backup already ready,
with troops getting ready
Curb the recurring loss
And aim for reviving growth
Escape to new world
Where all embrace the normal
Where no war of complexity
And simplicity is king
Where adequacy is binge
Where nothing is fast,
No laterality but everything straight
To end from start.
Where no one knows
Negative emotions
And every moment of life is
New edition.

Story

Story of my life, tale of your life

All is same, sitting at the edge of knife.

Not always everything will rhyme,

But wait everything will come in line with time.

We hurry worry making life into a curry,

Then we cry aloud instead of putting them into bury.

We are the king we always think,

sitting on couch in our sweetest dreams,

Dreams alone are deceptive, 

Dreams alone are unreality,

Dreams alone are fragile,

When they dissolve they breaks hearts.

But Dreams with passion are receptive

Dreams with action are reality,

Dreams with willpower makes it even,

Stronger than diamond.

Lets experience a journey,

That started from couch,

Destined to your desired dream,

Travelling through all roads,

Smooth or rough,

Travelling all day, 

Finding your way through night,

Meeting lot of people,

Some attract you, some distract you,

Some will walk with you,

Journey we all take,

Only some reach its end.

Destination may appear very far away,

As you reach close,

Some force can pull you back,

Face valiantly those attack.

Close you eyes, hold breath,

Move forward when you,

Find some one patting your back,

You open you eyes,find someone unexpected 

You utter "Hey you are my dream"

And she says "No my dear"

"Now I am Reality."

God ? Finding answers...

People often ask one question whether god exist or not or its just an delusion. Answers what actually get is mixed, most of favouring its existence. And if they exist, chains of questions pop up inquiring when where how abouts of the unknown figure. Scientific mind of a common man ponder over the fact that if they existed do they really had the powers to do some extraordinary stuff to heal all the sorrows of life or change the direction of anyones life, even bringing someone out of dead bed. If they have their presence on this earth, why are not visible to us. Are they afraid of us, or they are planning for something else and will appear in form of superman or something to save us from doomsday. People says where there is life there is god but when it is also said god existed even before life came into being, in fact its a proven, as said by many, god created life. This means god is not life so what it is who it is? All these questions blows our mind. 

These questions have risen many time but answered interpreted differently. Some lose the war and become atheist and some tries to explore the answers to this question. Yesterday in discussion with a friend who labelled himself as a atheist said that he do not believe in god but have faith in something he don't know but he questions existence something god. He said practices yoga which provide him with zeal to move forward. A long argument came to a conclusion that God might not be a human figure with super abilities but it could be a energy that drives the world. 

Above conclusion is something that is agreed by many. There is always a invisible force, the energy which circulates through this world which makes us work and even create miracles. This energy is simply divided into two types good and bad. Good energy is positive power which manifests as truth, optimism, sacrifice, love. Bad energy is really something bad which sows seeds of hatred, selfishness. There is always a fight between positive and negative forces. This war is the god's playground.

Again do really god exists in this real world ? I think yes they do. The have visited this earth and made their presence felt. These people with their principles of honesty sacrifice truth have defeated hatred, war and liberated this world from their shackles and taught all of us to live with peace and harmony. Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela are some of these gods. I definitely have not seen them live but this world in which we live is a part of their vision. Lets stand in front of the mirror and promise that you will shoulder this vision to its conclusion and live a life of principles till you die. With all the positive power spreading through the body see through the eyes of confidence and there is the God standing in front of you.  

Silence

Melody of silence has
Its own vibes,
Ears searching for sounds,
In quite ambience,
Dived into the inner
Brilliance of affective mind,
Emotions sprouted through the ,
Tip of nib of pen,
With racing words on paper
Experience popped out on plain sheet,
Where words flow like a feather in a river,
Then it took a dive like sea in a ocean,
Rose up mystically like a fallen warrior,
With power in arms,
And valor in eyes,
Waved the sword & discovered,
That it was he whom he was,
Fighting all those years.
It was he who won when lost,
It was defeat when got triumph he thought.
How creative is the silence,
Can bring Picasso in you,
How delicate it is,
Broken by whisper of sound,
A long wait till it is,
Found.

by
Vaibhav Deorari.