An Unfulfilling Circle


Just another day of toil, it was for that guy,

Years of working hard, he had lost his hope that one day, this life would bring him peace.

Waking up and following that routine life,

To catch that scheduled rail, every day, he would strive!

Just another day of this charades he thought this would be,

But things never remain the same, and that day was one such instance,

Listening to the customized playlist of his, he continued his day.

Observing the entire crowded space, he could wonder what their stories would be.

Someone reading that fiction, that was a major hit,

While some listening to the old classics!

Gossip around the air, among that group of three,

Some kid, trying to get free, because of the unending curiosity.

And sometimes he could see familiar faces, living the same life.

Looking at this, did lighten his heart, as he starts his day,

Reaches his workspace and greets the ones he knew,

As the day kept going, he did feel exhausted,

Never was a point in his career, was his work appreciated,

By the end of the day, he kept asking himself, why he entered this field,

He just had his fake smile on him, and got up as he thought he was done for the day,

Well, the 9-5 job did think otherwise, and he had to stay back,

The energy to continue though, he did lack.

And finally, when he did leave, he looked around, there was not a single soul around him that he could see.

The walk back to get that rail, made him feel a bit frustrated,

A long weekend ahead it was, and the crowd did multiply,

He felt, how long would he let the job kill him like this

And this led him to again observe the things around him,

Looking around and guessing every one’s story,

He soon started to realise,

His life was far better than those whose life was filled with lies,

His heart, though broken, still had hope.

He could do better in life for he had so much more of strength and source that some did lack.

All he had to do was take that leap of faith,

But, he never did, for he lived in his comfort zone,

All this time, he just wanted to play it safe,

Forgetting his dreams to be free from things around him,

Yet giving his life a meaning!

All he wanted in life was to inspire someone,

So, he went back to his base,

And picked up his weapon that defined him truly,

He cleared the dust of the constant pressure of the society,

And started to write,

The feeling of purity started to flow back to him,

He wrote something of that sort after a while,

While writing, his eyes did fill, while he had a small smile,

For he knew, this is something people would like.

And he did not stop that night,

He went on for hours,

Until he finished his piece

That eventually gave his heart some peace!

All it took, was just another bad day,

And some stories to get him back on his way.

 

An unfulfilling circle, life is. We run and run and run only to eventually return at same spot we started, while expecting things to change.

It is often at such stages of life, people tend to forgo their happiness for the sake of things that matter for only some time, but I feel, life would be way better, if they did stick to what they love doing.

Hoping people realise the need of art. Let me know your thoughts on this and share it. On a side note, really grateful for the love I’ve recieved this year, with only a limited number of posts, I have recieved the highest number of views this year, and I appreciate this! Thank you.

I will be back with another great post, until then, #LIVEyOURLIFE !

Life and Passion

I’ve been here for so long,
Writing about where we as humans belong.
For a while now, I’ve been singing this song,
Without knowing about the things around.
Naive, I may have been,
But, I was just following my dream.
Spreading the word of passion, spreading the word of love,
Many did try before me, but none of us want to evolve.
Does passion really matter?
I have been asking myself this for some time!
I don’t know why it took too long for me to answer,
For without it, my life here would really have been a disaster!

Everyday, I wake up and start my day,
I only see stories along the way.
I can see people, who are stuck with a routine,
I can see kids enjoying their first day as a teen.
I can see an old couple experiencing a movie, without getting offended,
And I can definitely see the capable ones staying silent.
Why is it, we are suffering this intolerable violence?
It could be physical, it could be mental, lord knows what.
May be, it could be because, we have stopped caring about art.
Can passion change humans?
I still remember, a kid from my school, who danced with only one hand.
His passion definitely brought mine back to life,
And only thing that did bother me was, how much did he have to stive!

I sit down and watch the news,
All I see is bunch of people screaming, just for some views.
Defaming anyone they feel is guilty,
While they just randomly, sip tea and coffee.
Deconstructing rhymes and lines just to find something that is not right,
Well, don’t you read the disclaimer, that it’s a work of fiction, and not every word should be right!
If they do love critiquing, how good would they be in writing?
Amazing I believe, for they can create a fake story, which can destroy a man’s history.
I look around and think,
In this situation, can passion really sustain?
If it doesn’t, the work of many generations would be in vain.
For I can assure that passion can bring the change,
For the voice of it, can reach ears and eyes of even those who aren’t in range.

A blind can feel an art. A deaf can feel the music. A dumb can sing!
For there is nothing that can stop the passion within.
It’s like like the engine of the soul,
It’s the only thing that can help one reach their goal.
Getting up is never easy after they are down,
But when one has the passion,
They could easily win that crown.
But in reality, no one would want it,
For they know, they aren’t in for that.
I do say, passion can make every one a better person,
For it did teach me, the most important of lessons,
All you have to do in life, is keep going,
Even when you feel nothing has been moving.

I’ve been here for so long,
I don’t know how I ended being this strong!
I’ve seen things around me falling apart,
Calling me towards my unhappy past!
Loud, those noises may have been,
But, there is a lot throughout my journey, I have seen.
Holding on, staying strong, I know it’ll help me in going far!
All by my side was that one thing, the kept me hooked to that star!
My love for poetry, immeasurable it may be,
All I know, it made me believe in me!
All I know, it did make me free!
All it did, was prove how passion does matter in shaping in a destiny!

Everyday, all I pray, is for a future that I always wanted to see
A world where people rise above what they have been groomed to be,
More than a puppet, that is stuck in a routine,
Chasing something that they have created an illusion of in their dream!

Hope this poem helps you in any way! Oh, one person who could be an inspiration in this sense could easily be Beethoven. His love for music never left to cease even after his hearing ability began to deteriorate!

Do drop in your thoughts on this poem and will be back with another post soon! Like and share it, if you feel life here can get better!

Are we really living?

Trapped in my own soul,
Is this what I thought was my goal!
Certainly not, for doing that would only make me a fool!
Then where was the point I went wrong,
That’s a question for which an answer I’ve been wanting to find for long,
Alas, only if I had been strong.
While I say all these, all I can remember are those times,
Where all those dreams were young and everything seemed nice!
All I am left with, is a land filled with lies!
Running down the streams,
The irresistible feeling on my face, when I’m hit with a breeze!
Fighting all day and none getting offended,
Such days, now are just another dead end!

Trapped in my own soul,
Can’t find a single space, to get out of this black hole!
Everyday, I’ve been asking where I had gone away!
Yet, I still remember those days, when my imagination would go stray
And that would always make my day,
All I can see today is butts of cigarettes mixed with ash in the tray!
Coming back home while the clocks struck seven,
Delicious appetizers made hot by my mum, would always remind me of a time that was truly a heaven!
Those were some days, when innocence was a great trait,
Happiness and love never had any template!

Can I get back my childhood,
For now that I stand where my parents stood,
Looking up to my parents,
Today I realise all that they’ve done for me,
Has a value that no one can ever see!
I only hope people would realise this too,
Looking through these characters and illusions!
Living in fear from the senseless superstitions!

Today I fear for every time I try to rhyme,
For getting laughed at is a feeling worse than getting caught for a crime,
But as a child, I would have said things without any filter,
And everything would would be straight from the heart, that I always said without any stutter!
Even if the world laughed, I’d be proud that I had spread laughter,
For every thing around me, makes me want to slaughter!Can I get back that childhood of mine,
Where all I had was love and smile!
By the time you read this, I’d be away
Where there’s an everlasting day!

Been trapped in my own soul,
All that happened because, I never let the child in me become whole!
At that moment I knew,
And I say this to you;
If you had to live for someone,
Live for that child in you!
For he hoped a great deal of you!

In the end, keeping that child in us alive could help us survive!

Let me know your thoughts on this! Will be back with another great post!

Life without ART!

“PAINTING IS JUST ANOTHER WAY OF KEEPING A DIARY!”
~PABLO PICCASSO

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Answer this:

How would it be if there would not be any laughter? How would it feel if no one had a sense of humour?
Any thought on that?? Good, Bad or worst??

If your answer is any way in positive, I feel sorry for you…
Anyhow, I want to ask you another question…

What if there was no art in it??

Yes, ART… It could be in any form dance, music, literature, painting, etc..

I asked few people the same question!

I’m combining the answers altogether:

“Art is about self-expression and creativity. Creativity gave birth to everything currently… And if there was no art, there would have been a great void in the world; it would have made the world colourless.  For example, “Wheel” it may look like a small circled thing, but the invention of it gave birth to transportation; it helped textile industry, electricity and many things.
No art means thinking inside the box, in short keeping the human brain locked up in a prison. That way, there would be no creativity. When there’s no creativity, there would be no innovation that would stop the progress in any field!
Human being has a bundle of wants; art plays a vital role in satisfying it! We require music, books etc., to keep us entertained! Sometimes they also help us get out of depression; it is a friend that stays with us no matter what.
Human beings are given an upper hand for a simple reason, they are creative, and a human himself is an art! A beautiful creation! If we take out the creativity, what would be the difference between humans and the other animals?
In Simpler words, Life Without Art is similar to life without breath.”

The best part was, no one gave similar answer. Everyone had something different to answer. It is not surprising that no two people gave similar answer to even what art is…

You can compare different dictionaries, not many words would be given similar definition.
So, that shows how important art is! We have lived in this world for millenniums… The reason why we have come this far is only because of art…

You might be wondering, ‘how can everyone answer for the support of creativity?’

Well, I asked people of different age groups! Out of all the people who answered the question, only one person had something against creativity. That person said, “Everything has a positive and a negative effect. Creativity is just expanding our thinking capacity. Good creativity led to the discovery of pen whereas bad creativity led to the discovery of weapons. It’s just how one uses the power. So, in one way the absence of creativity might lead to no peace, no harmony, whereas it might end up the production of things which are harmful to us.”

To that I want to answer one thing, if weapons weren’t discovered there would have not been any human kind alive, the early men used the weapons for protection from dangerous creatures. Now, we might not require any weapons, but that guy said it himself, it all depends on how you use it.
A friend of mine asked me, “Hey, you scored amazing marks, why aren’t you trying in any top 10 colleges?”

C’mon, marks won’t keep you happy. Yes, my mark is good, I could have gotten in few of those top colleges, but why should I select them? Where ever I end up going, all I would do is dig into my creativity.

“ART IS THE MOST INTENSE FORM OF INDIVIDUALISM THAT THE WORLD HAS KNOWN.”
~OSCAR WILDE

We have ended up with a generation in which, 50% of the population doesn’t even know they are creative, 25% are aware of their creativity but are following the society and who end up calling the successful people “lucky”, 15% want to follow their passion but they don’t just because of what the society would think, the remaining 10% of the population are the one who chase their passion and encourage their as well as everyone’s creativity.
Ever heard of this?

“YOU ARE THE CREATOR OF YOUR OWN DESTINY”
~Swami Vivekananda

When something is created, the person who makes it doesn’t start with the direct idea of making it, he feels something has to be made for this reason, for example, the creator of umbrella wanted to make something to save him from getting wet or to escape the extreme heat, that’s when his creativity kicked in!

“THE AIM OF ART IS TO REPRESENT NOT THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE OF THINGS, BUT THEIR INWARD SIGNIFICANE.”
~ ARISTOTLE

Art acts the same way salt acts to food, but the only difference is, the more the art, the happier may the life be! Art is just like meditating, it brings out the feelings of the inner soul, which is very hard to describe. That’s the reason why it is difficult for people to describe, poems, songs, paintings etc., in words, it reflects the inner language!

If people would make their passion to their profession, the world might be a better place or the least they could do is encourage others, instead of criticizing it! The path may be difficult, harsh and may seem impossible to reach, but the journey, the life is worth the pain!
I almost forgot one of the best sayings on art:

“EARTH WITHOUT ART IS JUST ‘EH’!”
~Unknown.

Few days back, I met one of my cousins after a gap of around 10 years, almost at the end of the conversation, he asked me, “You don’t talk much?” I simply answered, “Ha-ha! Being a poet, I let my poems do the talking!”
In my words, everyone is a born as a poem and goes on becoming a poet when he starts to live the life!

“IF ART IS TO NOURISH THE ROOTS OF OUR CULTURE SOCIETY MUST SET THE ARTIST FREE TO FOLLOW HIS VISION WHERE-EVER IT TAKES HIM.”
~ JOHN F. KENNEDY

So, art and creativity do play a major role in this world.. But it also matters how you one uses it!
I thank everyone who gave in their opinion… Do tell, what your opinion is.. I’ll be back with another amazing post.. Until then, just LIVE yOUR LIFE!

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