The War Inside!

In the chaos of the worldly affairs and its conflicts,there is a little world that grows within us ,the world that nurtures on the time spent with the closed ones,it thrives on our priorities and above all it is built on our dreams.!
The world inside lives to prove to the outside one that it is capable of moving mountains together.
But what holds you back in turning the wind.
I always think to myself how do people get on to top,money cant buy you everything and there is no replacement for hard work.Each of us have twenty four hours in hand ,some carve their passion to take it ahead while some rest their head on the pillow dreaming of their dreams.But how do they push their passion to the zenith.What is in them that moves them so far?What fuels their energy to ignite the spark that fires them to work and acheive.
Why is it not in me,not in us?Why  procrastination sets its way and takes us away from ours.Why is our mind constantly wired in  ideas but doesn't execute.Why do we wait for opportunity but incapable of creating one?
Above all,when is the right time to start?
The war inside kills the energy to go out and fetch our dream.
When life places bitter experiences,we either build ourselves or we drown.When there is a black sea and no light of shore,why do we shut our self to find our dreams dying of not breathing.Like we breathe our dreams too,and their oxygen is our motivation.But each day a number of passion is slaughtered and dreams die,because their oxygen is waived off,the supply isn't constant.The channelization of energy gets loose to loosen ourselves and we set our life in a routine and gradually time waits for none and the cycle of thoughts continues.
I don't know how people get there,and after reaching to their desired position,do they get a contented sleep.I don't know how their engine keeps running and what fuels it to run so far.But one thing i am very certain of is that they win the war inside everyday.
The war against procrastination.comfort and priorities.They choose a path so odd that not every one must be willing to travel on.
They are the ones who lead by an example and grow everyday.
I hope someday i reach near them,and win the war running within.I will fight,what about you?

-SSW

The Last Ritual

He laid there in contempt on the plinth,
Resting on the floor of sand in the wind.
His only fault was he did not speak,
When goons chased him for who he is.
Away from home ,after a day's labor,
He contemplated in smile for his work.

Children will love this,his thoughts raced,
The new dress will glow my wife's face.
Today no fights,no sadness will prevail,
I have a special treat too in their way,
A happy dinner to end this beautiful day!
He planned his tomorrow and his month,
How he shall manage this huge sum.

Soon,
His serene thought was hit by a storm,
Bleeding with it, his happiness was gone.
No no,its not beef he pleaded to the mob,
But his scream was chopped with iron rod,
Pooled in the blood was his gifts and love,
Draining too far to fetch a shore across!
Alas, only silence shuddered in grief...
Lynched by mob was killed over beef!
Something which he never carried with him!

Soon,
Drains the media and the countless shares,
A few days later nobody comes to care!
Somewhere far off another man is lynched,
No time later this sets a trend and routine..
To which now falls deaf ear,far is justice!

And We,
We are quiet because its not our story,
The Incredible India is now growing,
To paint its house with innocent blood,
Selling its conscience to "sickulars"!
The last ritual pleaded of mercy,
 On Humans and Humanity.

-SSW

P.S:The poem is referred to one aspect of communism however i strongly condemn any human being killed irrespective of religion,caste,creed.The boundaries and the walls of hatred is lowest intellectual human form one can fall to.Its sad to see so called reformers sailing in to such beliefs.I hope a large number of people awaken to call of peace and defeat such cowards,a dream of millions ,easy to type but difficult to reach.Definitely not impossible!

Read and re read your own words...

Writing is a bliss ,its an escape,just like a musicians fingers lucidly move on the string to bring a melody,i think a writers thoughts also liberate on to the paper/keyboard,knowing no boundaries, blushing innocently holding each other to form a piece that stands very dear to the creator of it.
What is more beautiful than writing? for a poet/author ,i am very sure is ,stands his work closest.Reading ones words is a feeling beyond explanation.

Today i am on my blog after months of break.May be i was preoccupied with too many things,juggling through a turmoil of events.Although i could not write much ,but i rescued my thoughts by reading my own work.
Very often,i scroll through my write ups,stare at them,fall in love with each of the words and smile at it with the love that only a mother holds after caressing her little one.This may sound crazy and narcisstic, i dont know how many people share this feeling but it exist and i am sure it is normal.There is no pride but an affection,because when you write,your words are a part of you.
You need not excel in the creative arts,writing i personally believe should never be meant to compete with any one else rather compete with your own skills and improve it.Fabricated work is superficial ,what comes naturally is dearest.Feel it by your self,each of you can string your thoughts and mold it to form a beautiful palace,a collection of your thoughts.

So,as i was saying,with no pride i read my poems,smile crazily and wonder,has it come from me? When someone questions me 'which is your favorite one?'I am perplexed and it becomes a decision of life which i am never successful at,i cant differentiate among my kids.They all have a special remembrance and memory in my life. My each write up is dear to me,when i am lowest,i read my work than rescuing to another set of inspirational talks.My inspiration comes from my poems and articles as they are a reflection of my upbringing,my belief and everything i come in contact with everyday.Its mirror of what i am and will be learning.
So don't give a thought the next moment you low or full of optimism,just pick up a pen and scribble on your paper,let your thoughts breathe the freshness of your words.A while later ,read them all and tell me what you felt....
-SSW

Reality strikes..?

A Great Man Dr. A P J Kalam states"Dreams is not what you see while asleep,Dream is that doesn't let you go to sleep !
A wise thought, definitely, the process of conquering your aspirations is not a journey of smooth ride.
How many of you have introspected yourself to know a little better than others ,than the ones who influence you in a miraculous way.
Are you a dreamer? If Yes,Are you lost in your merry world,building the bricks of gold,laying the foundation of your choice and running the town in unison with your comfort. If So,you need to get up and brush your thoughts and prepare your mind to welcome the dawn before it hits you with the sharp rays on your face.
Reality is far beyond our thoughts,The era of 21st century is rising with the falls in our quality of life.We are running to chase an end that is uncertain,making our lives complex bunch of an entangled set of wires that gets difficult to sort with each attempt.
What complicates our life? A brick of gold? or the foundation of our choice?And when we cant run the town in unison with our comfort...What happens, we loose ourselves!Fade our life in the world that will never exist and then find an alternate way of exit...That's not your dream.
I have seen people put in efforts,I have seen people fall to get up,rise and fall again just to rise once more,
I know of the castles formed of sweat,countless efforts and sleepless night
I have seen the face of success smiling amidst lost battles ...I have seen dream in all of their eyes..I have seen them grow and rise!
So,What do they all say, they all have different words but one thought- "Your dream lies in your insight,in your knowledge of self"!
Know your self,Know your potential, You have much more than you know. Explore and discover your skills,Lay your foundation on it.Pick up the hardest brick and place it atop,Walk a mile to get it ,let not your comfort run the town but your instinct,your hard work and above all your patience.Embrace and respect failure,as its an opportunity to refine your skill.

Move,Trot,Crawl just keep heading,do not stop ,if need arises change your direction but never take a U turn.
Don't leave any stone un-turned you never know which one has a pearl hidden.


Gaze beyond your closed eyes and write each moment in your heart ,Success is not measured in wealth and name,it is not carved by merely reaching a cliff but conquering the base.
Success is giving justice to your self and your life.
Live each moment,Smile a wide,Stay Happy and Keep Moving.
Life is beautiful!

-SSW

O Genie!...Grant Me ?

If We all had a Genie.....

Life is about finding your own path to unleash the hidden wishes and conquer the same.In this race of immediate and delayed gratification,we tend to loose on our real selves.We tend to drift in to our dream land where we carve our life as a golden triumph.But when reality strikes us back we know its not bed of roses.So,moving towards a more hypothetical situation,What if we had an "Alladin lamp" that presented a blue bubbled smiling figure,more popularly known as Genie saying:Kya hukm hai mere aaka"
Vohhh..So what if we had our own genie, to grant our wish, what would it be.
The rat race in climbing the next rung of  ladder would be a pleasant ride and life a beautiful garden! And what about us,a piece of potato lying amidst a garden!What if after certain period of time we get boiled through all the comfort and luxuries, eventually one day mashed to no existence!
Life makes you as weak as a boiled potato that looses its consistency once taken away from the test it puts  you in.Too much comfort would melt you like wax but a hard blow makes you grow stronger with each hit until you stand firm as mountain in the storm.
So rather than cribbing of all the downfalls one should learn to rise,live each moment to create a history,a memory,a lesson.
Rise,fall,Rise again and Move-This is all life is about.And how you live this cycle defines the quality of it.
I would quench my thirst by reaching to water than getting it served in with aa platter!

-SSW

Move....

The mystery of life deciphers it's code,
When you look beyond the Mirage it holds.


The strength in her looked elsewhere,
Waiting to live, out of herself.
She moved with pride to follow her shadow,
Because life is a reflection of one's gallows!

-SSW
 

Sight of Shore

P.C:Google Images

Standing by the shore when i look afar,
My gaze strings with the rhythm of war,
Stuck by the joy and sorrow of time,
It grows fonder like an old wine!
Mistful,haughty,roaring waves,
Rise from beneath to find a way!
Swiftly moving with the breeze,
Dancing to the reverence of peace.
They know the secret in them,they hold,
Whispering it around,quietly they unfold,
The Mystery of ocean blue and its bed,
With blanket green laid on white carpet,
They narrate the seen and the unseen,
To feel by self what lies in green!
With the gurgling waves i travel beneath,
Calm and serene i find the stream!
Soon,A tide rises and gallops down,
Finds a way without a frown,
It tells me,There is a chaos within,
But the sight of shore makes me win!

-SSW