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.

Emergency Room

Sitting in the emergency, 

waiting for some surprise, 

to happen. 

With open minds, eye wide open, 

everything changes with swift, 

One comes with pain in heart, 

goes with smile on the face, 

Other leaves with the , 

wet eyes of their loved ones, 

leave us with a doubt, 

daily with which we fought. 

Is there in the deep soul, 

exist a heart getting hurt, 

with emotions in its depth. 

But answer is not hidden, 

Living a life on the barrel of a gun, 

Hiding all the anguish, angst and sorrow, 

under the veil of mask face. 

With heart of lion, 

change the track of race, 

and say, Hey what's wrong my friend, 

ready to help. 

The Battle Part Two

 

Thinking of above story brief,

My heart filled full of grief,

What will I do when,

Adversity will come.

Succumb to it,

Or fight till I beat.

Yes, always exist a war,

Life is wrong to someone,

Right for none,

Some rides a pleasant ride,

Some face the fiery tide,

Taking him through the sea wide,

To the oceans of deadly sharks,

Who will swallow him to darkest darks.

Watching on the opposite side,

Life was quite kind,

There was a another boy,

Who had every toy,

He was taller than first,

Never knew what is thirst,

Lived in the shady palace ,

Played on the spacious terrace

There was nothing to cry,

Life was not so dry,

Not even so shy,

Everyone get tense, when his demands fly.

Not  as unlucky to have friends,

To play with clay on beautiful day.

Nothing to worry, nothing to hurry,

His life had many doors,

If slippery floor, support of four.

Never thought in this beautiful world,

There existed a life so curled,

Whorled, twisted. Where every,

Color of life is replaced by,

Fight for existence.

When he saw this battle,

He became the warrior,

Who had the will of mother,

Heart of lion,

Gave an example, so inspiring,

I went home smiling.

The Battle Part One

Its a battle of right,

With what is wrong,

Defeat for one,

Victorious will be other,

Time will tell the truth,

The battle will be remembered,

Forever

Its a story of a boy,

Who lived without toy,

Working in the bright sun,

With the scar of burn,

Not on the body,

But in the soul.

Draining all the sweat,

Every drop has its worth.

Tired exhausted what he is,

Losing is his priceless childhood.

Living a solitary life,

Like life is playing a game.

Game of where destiny will ,

Take him,

To the path of right and wrong.

Choice was his, but will

Be made by others.

This instance was not kind,

Like slapped by a heavy wind,

Took bus to travel,

Small enough of a size of gravel,

Trapped in between legs,

 Just fault of his height,

Which reaches their pockets,

They thought he was,

Invading their pockets.

Beaten broken bashed,

Brought to the police,

Accused of crime he never knew,

Again beaten broken bashed,

Leaving with nothing,

Thrown back to the streets,

Back to barren streets, empty streets, merciless streets,

Again roamed in search of something.

Had the choice,

Chose the crime he never did,

Or walk in the same road.

But in the body of mice,

Lied the heart of lion.

He chose what was right,

Yes the mighty right.

Life had something else in store,

Time will tell,

He had hidden that everyone,

Will adore.

By 
Vaibhav Deorari