Inside the chamber

There was a boy who had a small wish
"it was just to study in XISS"
and guess what, his wish came true
he was easily able to get through

the dayz passed very fast more or less like a wind
vry few months were left as two years were going to an end
Sniffed the scariness which was there in the environment
time to tight his buckle up because season is of placements

Inside the chamber every-time he went benumbed
knew all the answers still he prattled
his heart started beating like a drum,
tried hard to pray, but words won't come.

Rejection increased his frustration
his heart cried hard to relieve the tension
all of a sudden came a wind and kissed his head and said
Do not run away, tomorrow is a new day...

She said, do not think of what you failed to do
think of those that you were able to do and can still best do
do not think of those silly mistakes committed in the interview
always count the things you perfectly can do

dare to blame luck for things you miss
learn from things in which you have been remiss
never condemn anything when it is at its worst
think of the times when it was at its best

he looked around and found the sun begins to rise
and a new hope is born within his tired eyes
just then a rainbow formed among his tears
when he realized his faith is stronger than his fears...

Cracked the interview in next sitting
was satisfied like anything
now he understood the abstruse yet easiest arcane
Have faith and the half of the job is done....

.......first of all decide what you want next thing is believe you can have it have a staunch belief that you deserve it and believe it's possible for you. Practice the art of visualization for several minutes every day, and visualize having what you already want, feel that you already have it. Now start your day focusing on what you're grateful for already, and enjoy it. Thank whatever you have because many people does not have that also. Then release it to the god or whomsoever u love with a faith that its their duty to manifest it and believe me they will...........

My suicide poem

Dear pals

This is 1st draft of my 1st suicide poem. 'Poem...!!' you people might be wondering that people generally write suicide letters and some of them didn't even bother to write anything. My rationale is, extremely frustrated people never write letters because they are in hurry to launch themselves, skeptics use to write letter because they have a valid reason to say goode bie world but in the back of their mind they know that anytime they can quit the idea of quitting, now u can easily understand psyche of those who write poem......:)


What's life
believers get everything they want
there is nothing a non believer can't
emotions are of no use these days
wits plays it with its own ways
doesnt mean that it makes me acrid
coz I can also make any1 morbid
yes! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and has no1 to blame

What's life
brought up by loving parents
toddler thought evrything is love
extremely religious family made him an atheist
surprisingly every1 accepted that new beast
the bottle he was imbibed in was full of love
before his social birth toddler got wings of dove
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
astonished by all those experiments i did
guitar, books, pics, minds...all those were splendid
brunt my hands with every thing still feels maniac
somehow it didn't hurt yet scar looks beatific
made me jack of all trades but master of none
its satisfying somehow coz every pain has gone
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
Exploration propels me to try everything
enthusiasm alwayz high irrespective of broken wings
dont know why i love the smell which i hate
drink plenty of liquid without any taste
yeah i love when it swings my head
still the aftermath didnt make my soul dead
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
faced lots of ups and down in my life
lots of rejection in search of a wife
world turned my veracity into voracity
mastered art of deluding identity
but forgot to impious my emotions
this sublimity subverted my actions
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
purpose of the entire study is over now
the job which i had always dreamt got it some how
after a while evrything is gonna boring i know
i can feel the shivers down my spine from now
those fights with friends will be surely missed
when the butterfly of death will be kissed
see! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame....


I believe myself to be completely normal and there are some vry simple reasons lay behind my decision to die. One of them is everything in my life is same and i will gain nothing if i continue to live onn only suffering will be increased. so. i think i should die because ultimately the major purpose of the people especially singles is to get out of this chaotic hell.......

an asylum

Captivated by the garden, sniffed the redolence
exquisite it feels still quietness scream
mesmerized by the serene ambiance
perplexed when thought this is an asylum

Saw a person with face pale and eyes bewildered
felt pity on him was able to empathize
green empty bench was the place where we settled
"Why you are here?" was what i catechize

Astonishingly he replied "that's indecorous
but still will give you the answer"
'Am I a mad' i thought and was sacrilegious,
ashamed on being called as a foster

His Father wanted him to be his own copy of xerox
His Mother would have him the image of her father
His Brother wants a athlete, what a paradox
His Sister thinks his husband is a perfect example

Be it teachers, professors or friends every1
wants to have him as their reflection
of his own face in the mirror
and it does nothing but adds his perplexion

Therefore he came to this place
finds more sane here out of the world
atleast he can be himself and can find solace
far from the civilized world

All of a sudden he asked
'what propelled you to this place?'
was this due to education or u being good nurtured
i replied 'No i am a visitor searching solace'

The last reply made me numb
blocked my thoughts which always stands tall
"Oh you live in the biggest sanitarium
which is on the other side of the wall"

Juggling thoughts...

Thought, some pals call me insane
cacophonous but a lovely heart having lots of shades
psycho is my personality but acts inane
and for me! m searching myself since years

Clear is my thought which can roam in dark
which loves to play games with different mind
perplexed when i read them saw lots of life cut marks
with fists starts bleeding and can feel same inside

Juggling books on one hand a pen on the other
a heavy bag to add to the burden
running helter-skelter, chasing an unknown treasure
i started seeking love and affection

lots of friend but no1 is mine
everyone seems special and for me is dear
blurts their heart but eyes are mine
still searching for the heart where everything is clear

ooo shit! i don't join the madness again
sat down on the empty marine-drive of XISS
amazed when saw evrything constantly run
like a hamster in a wheel, trying to live a life


Smiled, all of a sudden got each and every answers
brain clicked not-even 3 months left, and the kiddy heart blurts a story
see moment is passing and will not lasts forever
so make a memory which nvr lasts with ur nice pair of eyes and a bad memory