Life

It's a new day.

I get up and say.

'Today, I am gonna run!'

'For sure, it's gonna be fun.'

Somebody once told me that life's a race.

This is the only reality you've to face.

I agreed to it, thinking, 'How true?'

Run, that's all I am supposed to do.

Oh! it's gonna be fun.

This race called life, I'm gonna run!

I run and run until the day comes to an end.

I come back home, smashing my friends. 

Accomplished, happy, but tired. 

I drop to my bed. Bleary-eyed.

And fall into the trap of my dreams.

Where the race ain't over, that's what it seems.

It's another race there. 

Tougher, if not equal, I swear!

Life's a race, how true?

That's the little secret I would tell you.

For years, the process continues.

Successes many, failures few.

I grow old, still racing.

Without any idea of what I have been chasing.

Years go by, my fate awaits.

It seems bad, as if I had missed something great.

The messenger of 'Death' appears.

I am dreadfully tired, full of tears.

For, my time has come.

I can't see what I have done.

And what, undone!

In a bass voice, he speaks to me.

As though a grave decree.

'I can't take you!' He commands.

'I'm done with my life. Why can't you?' I demand.

'Because you already died.'

'When?' I cried.

'The day you started running, out of your own choice.'

Suddenly, a memory flashes before my eyes.

'Weren't you the one who gave me that advice?'

'That life is a race.'

'That's the only reality what I've to face.'

'Ah! Yes, but you got it all wrong!'

'That was not even the part of my song'

Then he sang, 'Life is a grace.'

'That's the only reality, you've to face.'

My eyes open up, suddenly.

I find myself lying in dark, all lonely.

Someone pulls my head. And it's all light.

And I scream out loud, as if in fright.

A lady in white cuts the cord

That connected me to my God.

And I see, the only reality I could face

Is that life's a grace.

'A life within a life can also be a death within a life.' This interesting thought made me compose the poem above. Hope you're able to appreciate it.

Life's a grace, bestowed upon us. Don't follow the herd, rather make your own.

When Silence Speaks (genre: romance)

Indeed, it was a lovely day

Thousands of thoughts lay scattered

Only one of them could I choose to say

By my side, you were there

Silent, as if waiting for me to say,

Your eyes assuring me that you care.

Choice was tough, all the way

The tougher was the choice -

Whether to say or not to say

Silence. That's all what I said.

That moment, words seemed immaterial, 

Since every page of my soul had been read.

My eyes rested on yours, blankly I stared

Amidst blatant heartbeats,

Bare silence, we shared.

You smiled. You sighed.

With clouds as my companion,

I blinked. And we cried. 

With you and me, the clouds wept.

Our silence finally spoke up, and

A silent eternal promise was kept.

P.S. Silence is the language of heart. Words contaminate the purity of feelings. This thought made me compose this poem.

The Little Bird

Piercing the snowy clouds,

Fluttering with scintillating passion

They travelled.

My feet, fixed on the ground, envied.

I wanted to be with them,

Flying, with my wings wide open.

Touching the sky, kissing the mountains

Breathing the earth, bathing in the rains

Carefree, as they were

They vanished in no time.

Dejected and lonely, I strolled ahead.

Wishing to be a bird, all the while

I wanted to ask God

Why had he been so unfair?

Endowing us, humans, with all the things

How could he forget to give us wings?

Absorbed, I went away

Carefree, you might say

For, I hit a rock - pretty hard

I toppled and fell on the way

While head banged on the road,

Mind swung amongst the stars

I couldn't care anymore.

With God, I was at war.

"God - the unfair, uncaring being

You're so mean", I thought.

I opened my bleary-eyes, distraught.

My eyes saw a poor sight.

There lay a little bird -

Mute, weak and hapless

As if waiting, for an eternal flight

She stared at me, blinking

Blank, as if life had reached its end

Taking her in my palms, I soared

I looked at her and in a go,

I threw her towards the sky

To see her wings, flap with joy.

But, the flight didn't occur

Her wings didn't flutter

Fearful, she came back into my hands

Frightened, she stared once again

I asked her, "What's wrong?"

She said, "Come with me. I'm scared."

I laughed and said, "I've got no wings."

"Wings aren't necessary." She replied.

I didn't want to argue,

So I laughed at her ignorance.

She turned morose, 

Jumped on the ground,

Walked towards a cage

And locked herself inside.

Astonished, I questioned,

"Why? Why don't you fly?"

She echoed my words.

"Why don't you break the cage?" I asked.

The echoes follow.

Puzzled, I mumbled.

"I've no wings."

She said, "Wings aren't needed."

"Then what is needed?" I wondered.

"The will to break free." She said.

Stunned, I said nothing. 

A surge of gratitude for the Almighty,

Came in a fling.

The little bird broke her cage

And carried me towards the sky

"Sky is where I belong," 

She said, in my voice and vanished.

Mystified, I kept flying with no wings.

A little flutter inside my heart

Kept me alive and gave my first flight.

"Sky is where I belong" I screamed with joy.

The echoes follow, this time from inside my heart.

I open my eyes and sway my vision. 

An isolated road is beheld.

I turn and look into the vast sky.

Piercing the snowy clouds,

Fluttering with scintillating passion

They travelled. But this time,

My feet, fixed on the ground, reveled.

P.S. There is a little bird inside each of us. Never ever dare to cage it. Because sky is where we belong.

My feet, fixed to ground, reveled.

Together

They are two, in persons

One, in heart

When together,

The beats differ

When distant,

You can't set them apart.

They are two

Happy and true.

Love isn't their forte

Neither affection, their gift

They are attached

Together, that's all they know.

Together, their heart and soul

Together, their ideals and role

Together, their pursuit of love

Together, they're all above

Together, their ambitions in life

Together, they're husband and wife

A Simple Wish ..!

I've a simple wish

To begin each of my morning

Seeing your smile

I've a simple wish

To breathe your fragrance

From thousand miles

I can see your eyes

With my eyes closed.

I can feel your breath

When the wind flows.

I can hear your voice

In my every dream.

I can see your face

Far but still full of gleam.

I've a simple wish

To make you my music

With every passing moment

I've a simple wish

To make you laugh a thousand times

For each of the tears that went

You're the reason

For me and for everything.

You're in all the seasons

Be it winter or spring.

You're the words

That come out of my mind.

You are that little bird

Who is one of a kind

I've a simple wish

To touch the sky and the moon

With you by my side.

I've a simple wish

To live that fulfilling life soon

Which only you could provide.

Just look at me once.

And feel my love for you.

For, I've just a simple wish -

To make you joyous - with me too!

-Harsh Snehanshu

I simply love this poem, short but yet too meaningful to be understood....! 

SoulMate .. !!

Find me here, find me there

The world is too big to scan

When you find me, you would hear

That, it was all part of a plan!

The colors hidden in Black

As I close my eyes

The shine of the world turns into black

The fake smiles are lost

My heart beats are left – all across.

Every season looks the same

Fame – name – the life game

Life is simpler when

lost in black

As I close my eyes

I see  the blackness

The color of your eye

I see your smile

The scent of your breathe

I can sense it from miles

As  I close my eyes

I see the past of  mine

The one with golden shine

I search for you

The wetness is all I find.

As I close my eyes

I see the hopeful gleam

The expectations they dream

I see their faith – to which I bound.

The care and love they wrap me around.

With that ‘responsibility’ of love

I scream in black.

As I close my eyes

The sight is black

Sounds whack.

Imaginations dissolve

Plans evolve.

Dreams meet desires

Black makes it a fire.

As I close my eyes

I wish I could just

sleep in your arms

without any alarms.

The bright dreams

is all I see when I see black.

As I close my eyes

I see a girl – full of surprise

As carefree as the clouds in the sky

With the wings of faith and hope, higher she fly

As youthful as the rays of the sunrise

speaking via the shine in her eyes

As mysterious as the universe wide

the stories and emotions she always hide.

As loud as the chirping birds

the silence at times takes her away from the herd

I searched for a picture to describe her right

the black is the perfect one to fit in all the colors so bright.