hey this one is debating stuff.......

What do you think is the stand of students in villages who find it hard to complete their secondary level education against those striving for IITs and IIMs?

don't dare to think of suicide ever coz you are rejecting god's gift......

!*!!~Revive~!!*!
Death is the most inevitable truth of life, hard to bear
Different ways to welcome ,with smile or tear
Those frustrated with life, want to try it once
May be enjoying events posthumously fascinates
But it is a one way conversion, which terminates.

For some it is self desired while for others it is written
It include those who are old, diseased or smitten
Physical ailments apart mental state also contributes
Depression, rejection or insult may create mounds
But ending up life is not that easy as it sounds


You can’t take decision of property having god as owner
He is the one to decide for blessings or stones to shower
Also you owe your life to some relations earned as human
Betraying their expectations can turn their life as hell
Tears spend in your memory will make their eyes swell

Just before taking a decision give a second thought
And try to figure out name of people for whom you ought
Children, soulmate, parents, friends-many to qoute here
Are you brave enough to keep them aside and still die?
As for you there are bigger issues than people to cry


Rather than sulking, attempt to bring transformation
Forget about what people say for your reputation
Bury that old, confused, pessimist person and revive
A person which will startle everyone including you
Who can become an inspiration for others in lieu


Doesn’t smile and love seem better than cry and hate?
Try to be pragmatic and self satisfied with your fate
Live every moment as you will never get it back
Feel lucky to be the most intelligent creature of universe
Create milestones and carve a distinct path to traverse!

it is something about the stages of life....

I

In November I opened my eyes
Accompanied by mother’s sighs
I cannot understand the scene
Unable to explain what I exactly mean
Language was absent for expression
I was an alien kept for exhibition.


Five years later I was in the same plight
Despite the fact that I was right
Gripped in fear I stood helplessly
Wanted to say I am not the culprit outrightly
Teacher waved stick angrily for punishment
On no grounds I can oppose her judgment


Till now I have seen twelve springs of life
Heated discussions with parents were rife
My mind was made set to study
But I wanted to play and become hardy
Feeling of free bird was obliterated
My dreams and thoughts were complicated



For four more years this trend continued
But this time it was latest fashion I pursued
There were people around masks on face
As friends and foes to win the race
For my achievement and talent I deserved pat
But everyone placed and praised beauty before that


Still I am trying hard to survive
It is pragmatism for which I shall strive
Extroversion doesn’t portray me as expressive
It’s just I cannot tolerate being secretive
At many stands of life I felt numbness
Now I don’t want to be lost in darkness.

rain drive me mad......

Rain

Yesterday I was sleeping in my room
When thunders woke me, with boom

That took me out of my dreams to reality
I rose from bed towards window, hastily

Clouds shadowed the bright yellowness
Midday became dawn, with darkness

Rains were welcomed by familiar odors
Fragrance of flowers was spread by showers

I was gazing at the rain droplets on petals
Those pearls were precious of all metals


Blowing winds swayed trees on lonely roads
I longed to be there and accompany toads

Stroll along those paths, all lost
Obsessed by someone and want to host


Pluvial music lifted me all above worldly shackles
A gust of wind conversed with my tentacles


By this time I cannot stop myself to dance
I cannot manage to miss this golden chance

Never seen such color shades before
Each one of them touched my heart’s core

Everyone is not lucky enough to get such opportunity
But think how we humans are exploiting our destiny?

my first masterpiece....

Is this Love??

Yesterday someone asked me

Have you ever been in love??

That took me in deep introspection
To have a self estimation

Have I ever been in love???

I pondered over and over
But the question that hover

Was that love???

Praying everyday to meet coincidently
Staying there till she disappears fully

Finding new ways to have a glance
And saying “it all happened by chance”

Not to utter a word, just think
How many times my heart sink?

Sitting and pretending to read book
But trying to catch every look

Composing a message to send
But can’t write with hand

Asking friends to discover a contact
Caught by them, try to retract

Retracing the path that she follow
Hoping we can become fellow

A thought of her drive me mad
What a great feeling it had

I never talked to her
Dreams fulfilled my desire

People say love is blind
Don’t try to use your mind

But I ask “why people go mad in love”?
Was that love??was that love??