" RAIN RAIN not AGAIN "

 On the fierce floods which took the innocent lives.......


Is the Almighty crying due to the increasing sins on the earth?
Or the clouds miscalculated pouring water for the mankind's worth.
Streets converting to rivers and rivers taking the shape of wide seas,
As if water is trying to teach a lesson to humans for their breach

Pundits and Preachers can be seen praying all across the world,
Politicians still creating own benefits and their life remains coloured,
No one understands the horrible face of sudden terrible calamities,
Nothing remains unaffected whether it is a shed, home, village or cities.

Every solution seems to be unrealistic in this worse situation,
Plenty and plenty of water but shortage of eatables and ration
Disease's mouth are split wide open, people are dying vigorously
Same hands are praying for sun which desired for rains early

Is the porch of sun drenched where rays are struggling hard?
Or the smoke in the sky hindering the path forming unbreakable lard
Questions are many but the answers are nowhere justified enough
It may be the results of atrocities of humans on nature by doing bluff

A Hand in Hands is first and foremost needed to save life in lives.
It is crucial to realize now, the importance of handshake than knives.
Helping others might not be ones main attribute since many years,
Realize by looking at joy in the eyes of needy, when his family cheers


:- Vinay Singla ( 14 September 2010 , 13:10 ,DXB)

"PARALYSED THOUGHTS"

When finding old Reasons in a pocket of new jeans,

Shadow seems to be doing mimicry by every means,
Walls are completely painted with vague thoughts,
Same opinion is winning every time by baseless votes.


Knowledge from books doesn't prove an intellect sane,
When juggling the ideas with the stubborn mind frame
Creeping in the boundaries of shielded battlefield,
The outcome will be withered crops with no yield


Desiring some results, Panic & Hate comes instead
Like in farm, no grains but a crop full of weed,
Emotions play definitely a role of blender indeed,
But unable to justify reality with useless feed.

Now the mind questions to the other familiar mind,
Why can't you apply the little shift to the thoughts?
It answers with again orthodox thinking and rewind,
There is always much more echo produce by newer pots.


Remaining silent can be the biggest answer of all,
It doesn't matter if the situation is big or small,
Tough to handle indeed, you may be a strong dealer,
But also it is a truth, time is the biggest healer.

:- Vinay Singla (23:03 , 17 Aug 2003 ,DXB)

Heart in Heart

 A thought landed in my consciousness and I tried to give some words to it ..



Through all life phases, you meet a lot of different people,
They may vary from language, religion and distinct circle,
But only few of them actually make you feel someone special.
And this joy and happiness gives your life a meaning real.


The moments stay alive forever with you during the whole voyage,
That makes you cry and laugh taking you back on the same page,
Every stage of life always crave you for more and more oldies,
Due to the days when the smiles were enough to kick all worries.

Heart has its own heart which is all true, pure and sacred,
This never listens to mind and where emotions are all layered,
Even for momentarily, if vibration matches with other person,
Heart never looks back even though it is an endless marathon.


Drowning in kohled eyes gives a blissful feeling of born-again,
Her words in the ears are most enough to wipe out every pain,
When she mumbles from lips, the whole world is just stopped,
And the small walk provides strength, enough to make life touched.


There is nothing good or bad when you possess a flower of love,
You will get the courage and resources to grow and preserve,
So no turning back, no perpetual disorders and no assassination,
If the chance has given to you by God, there must be some reason!


:- Vinay Singla ( July 19 , 23:18 , DXB )

“A Hope of New Home"

This composition is based on the people who leave their home for many reasons and choose their destination as a new world in the desire to fulfil wishes and later face the reality. Check it out!

Departing home feels nothing but a mere compromise before,
Realises the value and importance after reaching the shore.
Eyes are dipped with dreams and aspirations up to the pupil,
Which might get fulfilled but at the cost of powerless civil.


Living across the seas seems to be fascinating from distance,
Alas, hard to understand the pain, atrocities and resistance.
Greenery, Glamour and Girls happens to be a gigantic mirage,
Once you enter the crossroad, appears clearly the useless wage.


We take decisions while struggling with the jeopardise of life,
Running with pace, we forget that what is good and what is right.
Mother soil keeps on calling the name where we were never alone,
In the love of superficial world, but ignore the voice of our own.


Preachers and philosophers talk the same words wherever you go,
But why things look more prominent when the elite class says so.
Tough rather becomes challenge in terms of language and culture,
Yet it is not easy to snatch a rat from the mouth of a vulture.


Heading to a profound destination in desire of glittering metal,
Consoling family by giving false promises and get forever settle.
Both the ends look strong and similar when you see the barb wire,
But once get stretched against the limit, it breaks in the middle.

: - Vinay Singla (23:30, 06 June 2010, DXB)

“FLAWLESS CREATURE ON EARTH”

I wrote this composition dedicating to all women on earth for their phenomenal sacrifices and love due to which still colours exist in the sky.

She feed her children before eating the supper,
God created his replica, yes, she is a MOTHER,
Compassion in her eyes, full of sacrifices 'caricature',
Words are less to describe for this flawless creature.

Leaving her identity, placing her aspirations aside,
Only happiness is her husband, yes, she is a WIFE,
Her support and love is pure and with no greediness,
Also at extreme side of life, she wipes out worries.

Caring and respect are the golden attributes of her,
Saving from evil eyes of world, yes, she is a SISTER,
Her brother is always ideal, no matter what he pursue,
If he is guilty, she reaches any extent for his rescue.

She plays distinct roles in all facets of life even,
There is no comparison at all, yes, she is A WOMAN,
Deserving all glories and respect of the whole society,
She never complains of atrocities, this is her beauty,


:- Vinay Singla (04-05-2010 , 22:32 , DXB)

“CONTENTMENT OF MODERN LIFE”

There is a wide array of thoughts behind this composition where my piece of mind towards the myth of modern life’s elements of happiness and the need of optimism in oneself.

Unbounded traffic, vaporising time and puddle of complexities,
In modern era, every soul is restless with unknown difficulties,
The time has past when people run to earn bread and butter only,
To pacify mammoth aspirations, they forget to live life solely,


From dawn to dusk, thoughts conquer the mind in all directions,
But later they realize the missed content of life at the junctions
Money, power, job are not supposed to be essential life elements,
Factually it becomes the primary objectives and living arrangements.


Glitch comes when they attach themselves with spurious world so much,
Where narrow paths, broken streets and destination is fake as such,
Funny part begins when destiny kicks against their opaque ambitions,
And they start cursing all society and bane its superficial functions.


Whatever is provided to the nature, nature rebounces with the similar,
Self-esteem, inner belief and contentment are the real success pillar.
Excessive thinking of ruthful past can not lead the soul to any way,
Positive attitude and then the destiny will be in your hands one day.


Live simple and never loose the hope as there is no word of dead-end,
The experience stored beneath is enough to battle and for future mend.
If at all, negativity starts surrounding you, just say aloud this verbally,
That "when one door gets closed, two more doors gets open naturally".

: - VINAY SINGLA (01-05-2010, 02:13, DXB)

“DREADFUL DROUGHT”

The nature doesn’t interfere till the time bad “over-exceeds” the good and after that also, nature give lessons timely to remind people the repercussions of evil. Here is my composition on my latest thought:-

In a city, the strong wind was blowing with high velocity,
Made every life to hide in their closets of vicinity,
Sun was blazing furious, drank each drop from the wet surface,
Even Oasis got dried up; threat was clear on each pale face.

Every single step was perpetually creating a milestone,
Shivering inside the body and cursing themselves as moron.
Weather was rough like the sand and dry like the stone,
Hopes were still alive somewhere beneath in the core.

A farmer was cursing his luck due to his badly spoiled crops,
His whole savings got vanished by nature's cruel flip-flops.
In front of the eyes, his little son was dying out of hunger,
But nature has its own way, and gigantic to resist his anger,

Little faces of infants got withered like the crushed flowers,
Milk had relinquished from mothers like the no sign of water,
The skin were defoliating from the body as the leaves from trees,
And the graveyard were filling like the heat on the streets.

This severe drought was actually a message or the nature's call,
It was a reminder for the excess of their sins were now on a toll
Drought was just a specimen by the nature to understand the fear,
The value of salvaging the good and clemency were then crystal clear.


: - Vinay Singla (28 April, 00:41, DXB)

"WALK AT THE DAWN"

This man was walking in a morning and repent his bad deeds . Here is the composition :-

Good deeds can not be furnished only by thought,
Though it is a ladder to achieve goals as sought.
Jumble paths, nonetheless, come as the challenge,
Action describes it all, so give life a complete avenge.

It was dawn and sun was overpowering the horrible dark,
A man was walking down the street with a strange spark.
He carried a stick with a long sharp edge on the corner,
Frowning his eyebrows wide, pretending it as armor.

The terror was due to his over-belongingness to himself,
Fear of bereavement was on the top of his mind-shelf,
Something was wrong somewhere and somehow in the past,
Spent his almost age murdering others emotions with haste.

Thinking stick was his proud that he survived on the earth
Forget he remained alone and lonely with life of no worth,
Apathy for people and treating them like a poor material,
In turn, he got a life of despair stages in a rough serial,

By the time, sun was up and spreading the rays all across,
Suddenly he sat on a pavement and took a silent pause.
Mumbling the words and praying to go back to initial days,
But it was wasteful to repent as there were no left ways.

: - Vinay Singla (25 April, 2010: 20:47, DXB)

"PRECIOUS MOMENTS"

I wrote this poem when the unexpected rain provoked me to do so , moments are there to live jolly life indeed .........




There are many moments which remain young and live forever
Cherishing them tickles the soul but sadly, they repeat never.
People don't value their present and even they curse sometimes
Later these priceless and unimaginable instances become rhymes


Drizzling slowly and the melody of its musical sound in the ears,
Then the fragrance when drops and soil meet vanishes the tears,
Wind blows so smooth and fine that touches the heart in many ways,
It feels to re-live the life going back to the year, month and days.


Sipping coffee alone ,outside the workplace during the night shift,
And wondering about the beloved when she is in dream drift.
Talking for hours with whom seems like a second merely,
Then holding the time becomes the biggest wish ultimately.


Meeting to an old companion unexpectedly, after loosing the contacts,
Discussing the strange but sweet old things and those amazing acts.
The worth of recollecting of all the folded emotions is incomparable,
For these breathtaking incidents, there is no word and no label.


Backing the life with good memories strengthen the whole attitude.
Worries itself maintain the distance while keeping the brighter mood.
Whatsoever, live your life complete jovial as it will never come again,
These moments will last forever with you and  live in your mind frame.

           :- Vinay Singla (19 April,2010 , 04:57 , DXB)

"DARKER SIDE OF METRO CITIES"

This is a composition on the bitter and dreadful truth of big cities .. take a glance...


The Story of Metro cities can be astonishing in many senses,
Darker side is terrible where it is hopeless to cross fences,
There is no smooth way to distinguish between real and fiction,
Going deeper and sooner you get dig in this horrible dungeon.

The Sky scrapping buildings and eye catching nightlife,
It all looks fabulous and attracting from a distant sight.
You will not be able to stop yourself to step closer to it.
Further it becomes difficult to judge the wrong and right

Hidden taboos, artificial beauty and the people who snob,
Moment you wins the trust and faith, be ready to get rob.
Nevertheless, whole society is not always shrewd and bad,
But exploring right people in the mob can even make you sad.

Easily you will find braggarts all across on the streets,
Beware, they would steal your body and soul in few meets,
Rarely there anyone think anything other than the bucks.
Emotions are the traits of fools so better keep it rucks.

Glittering things are not always gold; keep this in your mind,
People are having distinct beliefs and differ in various kinds,
Move ahead in the moderate pace otherwise you will become bait,
Big Cities mirage is immortal for those who do not how to wait.


:- Vinay Singla (18 April 2010 , 13:57 , DXB)

"HEART AND MIND - A LETHAL WEAPON"

This composition depicting the mental state of a person who got seperated from his beloved and after long time still the thoughts of her preventing him to lead a new life ...........

Strangely still coming in his conscious mind, that charming mate,
Even though you are miles far, his heart recklessly wants to wait.
Years are gone, when you left his true soul abandoned and alone,
And then the tears got dried and months back he tried to move on.

On last day, when you looked gorgeous and dressed well,
But for someone else, not for him, needless to tell,
While you were happy walking hand in hand with somebody,
His innocent heart couldn’t understand it and its jeopardy.

He can't forget the first time when you kissed on the lips,
The stone both sat on, the dress you wore and lovely words,
Your betrayal helped much to fight with the rituals of earth,
Disremembering the past now he wants to make this living worth

Feelings are overpowering like the flash of the thunderstorm,
Being judgemental would be wrong as there are no laws and norm,
Though, he has given life a new start with colours of novelty,
But why you are obstacling his way and making him feel guilty.

He understood the doodle path of trust , belief and life's arc.
"Faith is like a bird which sees dawn when the sun is still dark".
Interestingly, your fallacious love taught him a real big lesson,
That the Connection of heart and mind is actually a ‘lethal’weapon.

:- Vinay Singla (18 April,2010 , 01:12 , DXB)

"HITCHHIKER VOYAGE"

Sometimes one feel guilty-conscious but at a later stage of his/her life which doesn't mean that it is the end of the wonderful journey of life , The big almighty always listen to the confessions and adjudicate accordingaly . Check out my few lines.........


The Sun was blazing badly and streets got empty and lonely,
Creatures were exploring drops to sustain for even life only
For them , Rain , River and Rest became really tough to imagine.
Avidity of thirst and appetite , there were no foreseen vaccine.

A hitchhiker got lost in his voyage due to deadly sandstorm,
Alas , he was ignorant of the cycles of fate and nature norm.
He missed the same herd which he encountered daily in crosscut,
Prayed to almighty and readily confessed his sins and guilt.

Cessation and end of life is the last thing one can expect,
He felt the same and counted last wishes and deeds infact,
Top of his aspiraton was to re-live as human till eternity,
Amazingly his thought profounded and he remembered fraternity.

Recalled his life which he then realized as awful and atrocious,
Then his voice stumbled , throat dried and body became vicious,
Breathlessly , he murmured the last words from his droop jowl,
no lucre , no whim but the pure life with the same avid soul.

Suddenly sky became dark and abundant clouds were there to assert,
A hope of same life was clearly visible to voyager in dead dessert,
God showered his blessings on his truthful and covincing confession,
Gratefully,he pledged to live his life with humanity and true passion


:- Vinay (15-04-10 : 00:30 , DXB)

"PARAMOUR VIBRATIONS"

These lines arrived in my sub-conscious mind lately and i found these are thoughtful for a composition...Have a look ..........

The vibrations are so vibrant ,it is never easy to describe,
In love , nothing works against whether it is power or bribe.
Feelings propagate from one heart to other so rapid and fast,
Nothing matters if they have different colour,races or caste.

People spawned theories on the basis of accustomed belief,
Cease stereotype thoughts , truly there is no ease and relief.
Time has arrived ,when menial and affluent are tantamount,
Love knows no boundaries , on this anyone can have a count.

Whatever will be the consequences ,true lovers doesn't care,
Their love blossoms , even if people give them an adverse stare.
Smile on the beloved face is more then anything in the world,
Known the fact that they have to tolerate miscreants and nerd.

Mood swings as the wind blows in the direction of togetherness,
And then there is no space for 'nothing' , 'probably' or 'perhaps'.
Lovers epilogue in their own gestures which noone can apprehend,
But on the contrary, there is no lookin back and no smooth bend.

:- Vinay (13 April ,2010 : 23:46 , DXB)

"Dastaan-e-Zindagi"

..............

kahaan jaaoge door hamse , inn nigaahon mein base ho tum,
aankhon ka kusoor nahi , yeh dil ki bebasi ho gyi hai,
pharak nahi padta inn duriyon se bahut jyaada ae vinay,
mann ki gehraiyon pe aapke kadamo-nishaan hi itne jyaada hai,

alif-laila ki kahaaniyaan suni thi bachpan mein maine kabhi,
Nahi maalum thi apni bhi dastaan-e-zindagi ki haqiqat ,
bahut shukriya karta hoon aaj bhi uss haseen waqt kaa abhi,
jab mulakaat hui thi pehli baar aur hue the dedaar-e-surat.

hum door tak anjaan the ki aapke ranjo-mann mein kuch aur hi tha,
waqt kaatne ke liye aapne ek maasum hamsafar dhoond liya tha,
par khushi bahut hai ki aapke aane se jindagi jee li do pal,
isiliye sach mein ,aapki mehak se abhi bhi mehak raha hoon mein.

Dua hamesha karta hoon aapki salamati ki jahaan bhi rahein aap,
Mujhe apni fikar nahi , duniya ke yeh saamne kehta hoon bebaak,
Ae phool-o-tabassum , sun le ,tujhe Keh rha hoon yeh aakhri baar ,
Mere jaisa tujhe naa milega , chahe mil gaye honge tujhe hazaar.


-- Vinay (12-04-2010 , 23:44 )

"VERITABLE LOVE"

Wow . This is 1'o clock and i didnt realize it , This composition is straight from my soul depicting the true love of adam and eve symbolizing real life characters fighting with the orthodox pattern of life and how finally they made way to their inseperable love.....


Soul understands no language but the language of heart,
Whereas mind interlard theories and keep feelings apart,
Distant emotions fathoms the role of obnoxious devil,
Wonder love still prevails somewhere deep in the pupil.

They tried to diminish everything which kept them awake,
Burned their stuff, threw their toys ,alas all were fake,
Ironically , they forget the intangibility of the heart,
And the fact how life could play a very significant part.

Then Adam bravely thought not to preserve secrets anymore,
Effortlessly he went to Eve , convinced her and took swore
Their pure love has to be blossom like the ray of the light,
Lawmakers can not be adjudicate for their wrong or right.

Eventually he made his mind clear like a transparent glass,
But as floating in the love of eve , disremember his class,
The powerful paper and status were indeed his biggest enemies,
And for eve ,parting and loveloss were the biggest miseries

He firmly held the hand of his love and went into the public,
With Sword in his hand valiently, made whole crowd dismay,
Bewildering coward people could not resist his courage kick,
And remarkably he made his way and finally took his love away

At last, true love won crossing the barriers of lies and wrong,
Truly , orthodox and Superficial thoughts doesnt last for long .

:- Vinay (12-04-2010 , 00:56 AM)

"DANCING MOOD"

Frankly it just come as an out of the blue rapid thought and then my heart
just framed it in a rythym :-

when soul sings, mood like to dance,
whether the music is pop,jazz or trance,
live every moment of your life nevertheless
Truly , life not always give you second chance.

kindness and humanity exists in person's belief,
whether the place is india, dubai or france.
one should think sometime about others too,
dont get deeper , at least give a glance.

When sky cries above, rains likely to drop,
but sun comes shortly, so dont loose hope.
Vanity and desperation is a temporary phenomenon,
it doesnt mean that you have to drink and dope.


At one moment ,money may wipe agony and sorrows,
There is no surprise that it also has its fence.
true love is relentless and immortal,
whether the weapon is gun , sword or lance.

:- Vinay (22:17 , 31 March,2010 , DXB)

"VITALITY TO BEING"

Here is my new composition showing the vitality to being and existence of life :-


Listen to your heart and follow your mind,
Take your life foreward and never do rewind,
Doesnt matter if you creep or crawl,
Surely once , you will reach on the top of the wall,

Manytimes heart works faster then brain,
but my dear, you dont have to refrain,
Wise and smart thinking is a part of the voyage,
Don't listen half-wits , take your life to a stroll

Volume and masses may fluster you a lot,
Hinderances and troubles might lead to a dead-note,
Pain and sufferings can come thus along,
But fellow ,dont forget this is indeed a plot.

To keep you away from your goal,
Dividing your heart from your soul,
Nothing in this world is so divine,
Don't forget , you deserve sunshine.

--- Vinay Singla ...(29 March 2010)

GERENTOPHOBIA VERSES..

This poem i wrote as moulding myself into an old age character who is cursing his old age
but finally realise the importance of life ..just have a look...


Year by year , month by month , day by day are passing by ,
Feels no air to breathe and seems life is on standby ,
Flowers and leaves are falling and birds chirping in the sky,
waves playing with themselves and with the moon getting high.

Night jiggling with stars and fireflies are dancing,
Heart is rolling , mind is praying but body saying bye,
rocks might be tougher but stones aint daunting,
Age is getting older , sometimes feel like cry ,

But whenever i see sun which is full of energy and novelty,
It reminded me my youth , when i was brawny and upright,
morning and everning , i am pondering over this change,
Hang On , if this thought prevails ,rest of the years will fly.

Why cant i live my rest of the life with full of zest and zeal,
Nevertheless past is past but present must be beautiful,
I lived my lovely life with full honour and pride ,
So now no more looking backward and will be happy till i die.

...20:52 , 25 march 2010

Valentines Day or Vellagiri Day ?

As somebody said love originates in heaven , if that so, what it is doing on land ? Actually i am not against love , it just surprises me that the way people portray love . Love is sacred and relentless . It is a feeling that cannot be explain and define into words but when i see people celeberate it as a day with lots of mischievious acts , i feel really strange . My point of view is love should not be flaunted rather it should be preserved within the souls. Happy Vellagiri Day !!

Kaamchori Thoughts...

Life is full of surprises , one never know what happens moment next to the one right now . we all have surprises in our life so many times which i would say sheer shocks which remains unbelievable and unanswered questions for the rest of the entire life . When we plant a seed , we assume and live with the faith that it will grow up and one day it will become a tree and give fruits but there could be many possibilites like drought,infertility of soil , windstorm or cyclone. which could crash our dreams .P

Prediction and fortune dependency is an inherent attribute of human beings from the nature which diverts from the real world to superstition.

When we wake up in the morning ,for first few minutes we try to come out of our sub-conscious state i.e . the state when we are stuck up with our dreams as well as the real world . This state is immensely overridden by the real world due to the connectivity of the mind to materialistic artifacts whereas the link between mind and soul is so vibrant that most of the people in this world are searching for solitude by exploring various ways and that ways could be of any type like God , nature or Soul-talk.