Poem : The Journey

On the 5th of April 2010, I had a dream in which I was writing poetry. I started after that

 
Its my longest poem yet. Its also my favourite one as it holds the strongest message compared to all the previous ones.
I always think of life & its meaning…of hope…of destiny when I look at the vast ocean. That is why I chose this picture to represent the poem.

Rohit‘s Poetry.

The Journey
 
The purpose of life
Its nothing but a mystery.
We are free to do what we want
Thats the judgement of history.

But most people are clueless
They live without a plan.
Money is their only goal
Thus they spend their entire lifespan.

Life isnt a destination
As a journey, its a far truer picture.
Do not ruin your present
For a very uncertain future.

Each step is an improvement
Your goal should be such.
The present & the future
Both of them should be in touch.

The road is difficult
You shall meet both – Joy & Pain.
Embrace them to get stronger
Whilst others survive with such dreary means as cocaine.

Live life the right way
Don’t be content with a vague existence…
Make a difference by walking out there
Take this single shot with an almighty vengeance !

 

Poem : The Lit Room

On the 5th of April 2010, I had a dream in which I was writing poetry. I started after that

 
This poem virtually wrote itself…the thoughts inscribed here came as I saw the room while resting.
I intend it to be short & simple….somehow it seems just right.

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Rohit‘s Poetry.

The Lit Room
 
After a long tiring day As I head to rest,
Surrounded by a maze of thoughts , my mind is put to the test.
Amidst much chaos I see it through the window slit,
Piercing through the darkness, I see a room well lit.

Slowly the haze begins to clear
A tiny bit of hope begins to appear.
Someone out there is forging his own way
Unlike others before him, He isnt the the usual cliche.

The lit room exists to give one hope
It has always existed to help others cope.
Even in the realms of darkness, it will be hidden somewhere
The source of your strength…you will find it there.

 

Poem : Time – The Great Leveler

On the 5th of April 2010, I had a dream in which I was writing poetry. I started after that

 
Time the Unstoppable….Time the Unconquerable….one can come up with so many names for Father Time. He remains the one constant in our world. During our best times, we wish time would remain still…or during our worst times, we wish this moment would be over fast…but we never get our wishes granted now do we?
As such, I thought a poem to Father Time would be a good way to express myself about this great phenomenon.

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Rohit‘s Poetry.

Time : The Great Leveler

He is respected by all
Be it the beggars house or the King’s Hall.
There are few who ignore him
Chances of them succeeding are often slim.
Emotions flow when his name is invoked
Fear, love, sadness, joy are a few which are uncloaked.

He is widely known as the strongest force
His legendary walk is part of a never ending course.
Calls for stopping he never heeds
He ignores even the one who passionately pleads.

Science has always thought of enslaving him
The tireless walker is he, never caring for any such whim.
Calendars & Clocks..thats how he has been observed
Even the Gods fear him….No master has he ever served.
Man keeps trying to extend his life… to share Time’s curse
Immortality they desire…He wonders what could be worse?

Poem : Mystery Seekers

On the 5th of April 2010, I had a dream in which I was writing poetry. I started after that

 
I started reading novels at a young age…& most of those novels were mystery novels. I used to love the way the detectives would notice even the most subtle things around them. Their curiosity turned out to be infectious & I too began questioning the things around me which eventually resulted in this blog too ^_^ .

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Rohit‘s Poetry.

Mystery Seekers
 
The cry fills the air ‘ideas such as these…pray dont waste my time’
‘I have much work to do …while I am still in my prime.’
But there are amongst us those…
whose desire to discover forever grows.
Life is filled with mysteries for them
No question is too boring to condemn.
One can see the spark in their eyes
As they set out without many allies
To find the answers which few can find
They are the ones making true use of the mind !