“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"

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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)