SONNET OF CHILDHOOD

                                                                                                 BY-
                                                                                                    ADARSH SINHA

This world is a stage,
and my life is a movie,
 playing different roles,
being someone else every time,

trying to keep everyone happy,
wearing and changing masks,
unable to find the original me, 
which is lost somewhere else,

trying to find that person,
amidst the tides of time,
missing my younger self,
that child is lost somewhere,

who was happy and carefree,
that child who never had a mask!!!
                                                

Some way or another...

Some way or another...
You'll always be there!
In my heart in my mind
I tried forgetting you,
Hating you for what u did
But your love made me blind

I still remember the day you came,
I still remember the words you said
I still remember the way you looked
Then and there, your place was booked.

Now you are not here
You left us incomplete..
Come back to me if possible
I've saying this on repeat.

You inspired me, made me happy
I wanna do the same for you
This time there will be no hiding
Everything will be raw and true.

You complete the purpose of life
Full of love, full of care
And some way or another,
You'll always be there!!! 

MY DREAM GIRL...

                                                                                BY-
                                                                                    ADARSH SINHA

Everyone comes across someone in their life at some point of time and they get smitten to that person at that very instant, while some get smitten by their nature or some get smitten by their beauty. Some people come across that person in real world while some meet them in virtual world, their dream world. This is one such story of my dream girl...

My dream girl or the girl of my dreams, I don't know if I'll be able to describe her in words or not but those cute mischievous eyes, that cute smile for which i can do anything, her caring nature, her lips which always had a red lip balm on them. I wasn't a poet neither do i wanted to be one, but somethings are just not planned and they are not in our control. She filled me with thoughts and emotions...whenever i think of her i feel as if i won't be able to describe her in words it gets difficult for me to find words which can properly describe her beauty and her cuteness. She gave me a reason to write, she gave me a reason to love and smile.

She comes in my dreams, looks at me and smiles with a twinkle in those eyes of hers. We meet in our dreams, our own world sans any fear or insecurity, our dream world where i can sleep in her lap. Our world where i can look at her and she can talk to me. I saw her today in my dream...looking at me with an expressionless face, with a light mascara over her eyes, she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. I don't know why were her eyes moist and sad...i went near her, i could feel the pain in those eyes. She stood there looking at me, i wanted to hold her and tell her that she is safe here  and no one could take her away from me.

There was quietness and stillness everywhere, it seemed as if she wanted to absorb this moment of calmness, it was our dream world but still a sudden feeling came in my mind that i may not be able to see her again or feel her again. My dream didn't seem safe anymore, she kept looking at me with quietness in her eyes. 'goodbye take care', i couldn't believe my ears, suddenly that world started to haunt me my dream started to haunt me. I tried to hold her i tried to stop her and wanted to tell her how much i loved her but maybe it was too late...she was gone!!

I woke up from my sleep and looked outside, it was dark with moon being the only source which tried to drive away that darkness. I tried to sleep again hoping that maybe she'll be waiting for me in my dreams...it has been 2 years since that night, i still sleep with a hope of finding her again, maybe somewhere on some other corner of this world she'll be also waiting for me in her dreams, maybe she'll be as eager to meet me as i am...maybe then I'll tell her how much i love her...

THOSE KNOWN STRANGERS...

                                                                 BY-
                                                                    ADARSH SINHA

We often meet strangers in our lives, some of them stay with us for our entire life while some of them turn out to be mere strangers whom we never knew and never met again. There are also some strangers who for a brief period of time stay with us and promise to stay with us till our last breath but suddenly one day when we open our eyes, all we have is memories of that person, moments which we once shared with that stranger...this post is dedicated to all those persons who gave us priceless moments and memories and then left us with those golden memories etched in our brain and heart...THOSE KNOWN STRANGERS...

                                           I was sitting alone in the park, staring at the swings and those group of children playing hide and seek among themselves. It was getting difficult for me to handle that emotion which was running wild inside me and with each passing second threatened to tear my soul into pieces, i desperately wanted to run away from everyone and hide somewhere, some place where those thoughts and those memories won't traumatize me and haunt me. Unfortunately there wasn't any place which could have helped me in fighting against that tornado of emotions which was breaking me from inside. The last rays of sun had just sunk in under the horizon and darkness was beginning to take control of the surrounding and my soul. I don't know for how long had i been sitting there but suddenly i realized that there was no one in that park, all the noise had died now and all i could hear was quietness and silence. I closed my eyes and tried to feel that gentle breeze and the quietness around me. Memories started flashing in front of my eyes, as i tried to relive those moments sans that stranger...

                             People often say that memories are the most dangerous weapon one could ever give to anyone, i could never understand this line and i haven't yet reached that stage yet where i can understand these strange rules and philosophies of this human race. We humans are a social animal and need people and their company to survive and enjoy our stay in this world, why has it always been like this? Why are we afraid of loneliness? I don't know why but these questions needed to be answered by someone someday. Every relationship and bonding begins with two strangers who are trying to know each other and as time passes that stranger starts to mean something in our life and suddenly one day we can't imagine our life without that person who was once a complete stranger to us. Friendship is one such bond that can make us do crazy and insane things, in that process it gives us memories and a plethora of unforgettable moments. The most intriguing part about these memories is that they have the power to take you back in that same old time, the same old days, reminding you of that person. People may go away but their memories never fade away and that's the most beautiful thing about them, this world and the so called mature persons may tell you to move on in your life and would warn you about the consequences if you dare to walk down that aisle of memories in order to meet that person but maybe these mature persons and this world don't want to accept that they could be wrong sometime and maybe walking down those aisle of memories can soothe your mind and soul.

                                                It's easy for us to forget that person and erase those memories given to us by that known stranger...that's how this world looks at battling depression and leading a normal life, maybe they don't know that memories never fade away and by walking down those old streets and nostalgic lanes we can meet those persons whenever we want. It's not those memories which haunt us but it's that feeling of separation which evokes a painful feeling because our mind and heart fails to accept this separation. This world will never tell you that it requires a great amount of courage to get up every day and live your life without that one person, that person without whom we couldn't have even imagined our life. We must respect those persons who are doing this and even after suffering and going through that feeling of separation are ready to meet new people and forge a bond of love, we need to realize that we always need to forge memories because they are the greatest gifts given to us by any person and our bonding with them. Those known strangers will eventually go away someday but these memories will help us in fighting with that negative feeling of separation.

                          Maybe this cruel world and those mature people governing it don't know that memories are like those little stars in a dark sky which give us a sense of calmness and soothe our mind they act as those little pockets of hope which guide us though the darkness of this night. These stars may look far away from us but still, they tell us that even this darkness can look beautiful, such is the power of these memories given to us by those known strangers...

                                              "So when are you writing this on your ‘blog'?", he smiled at me and looked outside the hospital window, it looked beautiful with a thin layer of mist surrounding those mountains and quietness all around, "maybe you can upload it when you start your own blog, because i don't think after this operation I’ll be able to do anything for a minimum of 40 days ", suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder, i looked around and saw the caretaker of that park standing and gesturing me to go out of that park, i looked at the dark sky which didn't look dark anymore because i could see those little stars shining brightly and lighting up the whole dark sky, i smiled looking at those stars, with a drop of tear in my eyes. "REST IN PEACE BROTHER", was all i could mumble looking upwards with a smile on my face as i trudged towards the exit of that park…

The loved one

Every night when she goes to sleep
She thinks of all , shallow or deep

Her eyes twinkle of the happy memories
"The loved one" once knitted those stories

A thought of him easily brings
A shy ,pretty smile on her face
A glimpse of him caught by her
Simply sets her heart to race.

And then her wide black eyes 
Brim like a river with tears
As she remembers the day
When she faced her worst fears.

He left her, he had no choice
No one was there to blame
But she lost herself along with him
Things were never gonna be same.

But as the night goes by she decides
As her thoughts dig in more deep
They were meant to be together
He was her lobster, she had to keep.

So here she decides, to fight for it
"The loved one" will return back
As many more things are yet to live
Extended is their memory stack!!!

THOSE NICE GUYS...

People often say ‘it’s difficult to find nice guys these days’, really?? I mean I don’t think that is true. There are people who may not agree with me over this but still that won’t stop me from trying…this post is dedicated to all those nice guys who have faced problems due to their nature or have been termed emotional fools by this world…those nice guys!!

                                

                                  The burning candles were dying down slowly which signified that they had served their purpose for that hour. I was constantly staring at those candles which were still trying to illuminate their surrounding even though their flames were getting weaker with each passing second, finally after a few minutes there was darkness in that room. I went outside there was quietness all around with a tinge of darkness as clouds tried to cover the moonlight, my life had just been like those candles or that of a moon. I closed my eyes and suddenly everything started flashing right in front of my eyes, all those times when people used  me for their selfish needs, all those times when my friends and relatives termed me a fool because I believed people easily and would help even those who once left me when i needed them the most. All those times when i suffered due to my deeds. I was walking on a desolated street with a cool breeze blowing across, the moon and that thin cloud cover to accompany me. I kept on walking without knowing my destination without knowing where will that street lead me to, i kept on walking, with a hope of finding a way to weather the storm of emotions running wild inside my head…

Am I too nice with this world or is this world way too rude and it expects everyone to follow that path? I never got the answer to this question of mine. This world can be a strange place at times and so do those people and their ideologies. I was never good at expressing myself in front of persons neither was i good at shouting nor at showing my anger in front of persons, maybe due to this, people think that persons like me can’t shout or show dissent, well all i always wanted to tell those people was that we don’t shout or yell at them only because we value relationships more than our hollow ego and fake pride. Nice guys do have the capability of being rude and trying to boss around, people are nice because they chose to be nice with everyone they chose to be this way because this gives them satisfaction and contentment, which is all that matters.

Even a candle knows its fate when it starts burning, the moment it produces a flame it knows that it will melt into wax after sometime but even this thing doesn’t stop it from driving away that darkness. That candle dies after a few hours but at least it dies with a sense of contentment and satisfaction of driving away that darkness. The same is the case with the nice guys, we are not that bigger fools who don’t know when are they being used by someone for their selfish deeds, people don’t know that it takes a great amount of courage to forgive people and to help them by forgetting how badly they treated you once, not everyone has that amount of courage to do these things maybe that is the reason they start laughing at those nice guys just to make themselves feel better. I don’t know how to react or what to say to this world which always tries to rectify others even after knowing that they are not perfect themselves!!

There will always be a tug of war between this world and those nice guys and frankly speaking I don’t care about the result, i don’t care who wins or loses, in the end all that matters to me is that feeling of satisfaction, that feeling of contentment which one gets by helping someone or by trying to solve someone else’s problem, because in the end when we will be on our deathbeds and our life will be flashing in front of our eyes then at that particular moment all we’ll remember is those persons who helped us when no one was ready to help us. It will always be those nice guys whom people will remember when they will be bidding a final adieu to this world, but unfortunately this world may not understand this basic philosophy and maybe that is the reason behind this world questioning those nice guys. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to understand this world, i mean if someone whom you helped betrayed you at some point of time that doesn’t mean you stop helping and believing on persons. I believe on persons and try to help them, not because i expect a favor in return i just expect them to smile whenever they will think of me. I just expect them to remember me on their death-beds.

‘That person was really nice, I wish more persons would have been like him’, maybe these could be the last few words of that person before closing those eyes for one final time. This world needs more of those nice guys not because they are less in number but because this world deserves to be much more beautiful than it is today. I know there will always be questions there will always be persons who will teach about how to be rude to those persons who were once rude to you but helping someone and forgiving someone is something which won’t be taught in today’s world. We always have two choices to any situation, we shape our lives and world with the choices we make. We may choose not to help and be nice with someone or help someone and be nice with them. The former could lead to that person hating you but the latter will definitely and surely make that person fall in love with you. It has always been the road less traveled for the nice guys and that road has always been a desolated street with darkness all around, that’s how the world looks at when it thinks of being nice but what this world doesn’t know is…there will always be a moon which will be shining and lighting up that desolated street for you and if you won’t stop and keep on walking then surely one day you will reach somewhere, some place which will be really beautiful and maybe then this world will realize that nice guys are not some fools or someone whom we can always laugh and mock upon!!

There was still quietness on that desolated street on which i was walking, lost in my own thoughts but now that storm of emotions running inside my head had come to a standstill. I looked at the sky there was no cloud cover to overshadow the moon and now the moon shone brightly, everything was visible now under that moonlight. I don’t know for how long I had been walking under that moonlight and on that desolated street but now I was standing at a seashore with sea waves touching my feet and going away, it looked so beautiful and soothing. It was just me, that moon and those waves, i was standing there mesmerized and i don’t know how but that long walk and that desolated street had solved my problems and now i was standing in front of something extremely beautiful. A smile came across my face and i started walking back towards my home, there was still darkness inside that room. I lit a candle to drive away that darkness and placed that burning candle on the table, i thanked that candle and that moment for inspiring me and telling me the underlying philosophy of life. I guess this candle also belonged in the category of the nice guys. Those nice guys…was all this random teenager could mutter with a smile on his face as i tried to sleep under the light of that burning candle!!  

                                                                       BY-

                                                                              ADARSH SINHA

New girl in the college

Standing on a path in between two roads

One led to past, another to future

Past were the days of careless life

Following will be the days to survive.

Packed bags full of goods,

Dad’s aspirations, Mom’s blessings

A new world was waiting for me,

A world of evil and good things

Stepping into hostel, I realized

This was so different altogether

Chatting of girls all over place

Midnight silence was lost forever.

Then came the turn of unshielded world,

Where every eye judged your being

You were a girl, you were expected to act

Roaming carefree was no more a thing.

I wanted to live, I wanted to breathe

I wanted to run back to home

I wanted to go away from all this

I wanted to be at peace and alone.

But running away was not an option

I had to stay, I had to fight

I had to prove myself at every point

I had to make my future bright.

So I did stay, I did fight

I replied back the criticising sphere

Yes I’m a girl, and I’m proud of it

Nothing can bring me down here.!

EXPECTATIONS

This unknown feeling inside me,

A storm of emotions running strong,

Burden of expectations inside me,

Perturbed and terrified of failing,

Unable to express and hide,

Sitting inside a dark room,

Craving for a ray of light,

To guide me through this hour,

With a hope of coming out,

And living up to these expectations,

Moving forward amidst this darkness,

With an artificial ray of hope,

Trodding these pathways of life,

Swimming through these tough tides,

Changing this burden into responsibility,

Marching confidently towards a new dawn!!

                                                   By-

                                                       Adarsh sinha

SONNET OF FRIENDSHIP...

Walking through the dark woods,

Amidst cold and dark hours,

I came across a few gems,

Persons similar and dissimilar to me,

Holding a lantern in their hands,

They showed me the right path,

Walking besides them these woods,

Didn’t seem scarier and darker,

Beginning to enjoy this kinship,

Not caring about our destination,

Not wanting this journey to end,

Owing to them this whole life,

These shining diamonds of my life,

Teaching me the values of friendship!!!

                                           By-

                                               ADARSH SINHA