The quest/conquest

Destination indefinite
Pace is much definite
We all are so……
Running a race
Trying to keep the pace
Looking at the goal
Still searching for a role

The sky is blue
It seems so true…..
Affluent, pleasant, peaceful
Reaching the zenith is all we can think
The race is on, so none can sink

Me, you and all here
We all are busy to reach there first
As if the winner will get the rest….
Nay, it’s not true………
No one realizes before the end
Running the race is full of fun….
Finishing gives adrenaline to none

Chasing a dream gives you the high
Realizing is hangover in all
Where am I going?
The race is on, all I must think ….
Is not to sink…

Oh! This is where I always go wrong
Affections, Connections, Relations
Whole of these concoctions….
Turning and twisting keeps rolling
Inside my mind I can’t keep it going

Withdrawing, Resting, Signing off
I came all the way to get some hay
But getting the hay will end it off
I need the kick of bounty and gay
I need that high….high after high

So let me turn and run against the rush
To start the race, and get more gush….
Wishing success to rest in the quest….
This is no madness…
Somewhere here lays my boldness….

Devastation!!!!

It’s a shame on humanity. The dropping of atomic bombs on Hiroshima & Nagasaki.
As if it is not enough humans are in race for creating more deadly weapons, for what?
To repeat history again, is this the way of showing supremacy of ones Country? Is it right to go nuclear?

(atomic cloud over Hiroshima)

Excerpt from google:

“The atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were nuclear attacks during World War II against the Empire of Japan by the United States of America under US President Harry S. Truman. On August 6, 1945, the nuclear weapon "Little Boy" was dropped on the city of Hiroshima, followed on August 9, 1945 by the detonation of the "Fat Man" nuclear bomb over Nagasaki. They are the only instances of the use of nuclear weapons in warfare.
The United States Department of Energy estimates that, at Hiroshima, the death toll from the immediate blast was roughly 70,000, with additional deaths occuring in the time soon after the explosion and in the decades that followed.[1][2][3][4] The figures for Nagasaki are slightly less.[5] Other estimates vary widely,[6][7][8] and are as low as 74,000 for Nagasaki.[9] In both cities, the overwhelming majority of the deaths were civilians.
The role of the bombings in Japan's surrender, as well as the effects and justification of them, has been subject to much debate.
On August 15, 1945 Japan announced its surrender to the Allied Powers, signing the Instrument of Surrender on September 2 which officially ended World War II. Furthermore, the experience of bombing led post-war Japan to adopt Three Non-Nuclear Principles, which forbids Japan from nuclear armament.”

9th August (Quit India Day)

Yes today it is quit india day....thought it is considred a failure by some historians it played an important role in the struggle of freedom fight....

This is a brief information on it, which i took from net.

Quit India Movement, 1942 an important event of the Indian freedom struggle, was the outcome of a compound of anti-white fury.The retreat of the British from Malay, Burma and Singapore, leaving their dependants to fend for themselves, the indescribable plight of the Indians trekking back home from these places, the racial ill-treatment meted out to Indians by white soldiers stationed here and there in India, the 'scorched earth' policy pursued by the British in Bengal to resist probable Japanese invasion which resulted in the commandeering of all means of communicating, war-time price rise, black-marketeering and profiteering - all these contributed to the creation of an anti-white fury. Above all, there was the attempt of the British bureaucracy right from the outbreak of the war for a wholesale crackdown on the Congress on the pattern of 1932.
The early morning round up of Congress leaders on 9 August 'unleashed an unprecedented and country-wide wave of mass fury'. And the wave engulfed the Bengal cities, particularly the bigger ones. There were three broad phases of the movement. The first was predominantly urban and included hartals, strikes and clashes with the police and army in most major cities. All these were massive and violent but quickly suppressed.
The second phase of the movement started from the middle of August. Militant students fanned out from different centres, destroying communications and leading peasant rebellion in Northern and Western Bihar, Eastern UP, Midnapore in Bengal, and pockets in Maharastra, Karnataka and Orissa. A number of short-lived local 'national governments' were also set up.
The third phase of the movements started from about the end of September and was characterised by terrorist activities, sabotage and guerrilla warfare by educated youths and peasant squads. Parallel national governments functioned at Tamluk in Midnapore, Satara in Maharasfra, and Talcher in Orissa. All the three phases of the movement were crushed by brutal atrocities including the use of machine guns from the air.
A good deal of controversy exists about the nature of the movement-whether it was a 'spontaneous revolution' or an 'organised rebellion'. The famous 'Quit India' resolution passed by the Bombay session of the AICC on 8 August 42 followed up its call for 'mass struggle on non violent lines on the widest possible scale', 'inevitably' under Gandhi, with the significant rider that if the Congress leadership was removed by arrest, every Indian who desires freedom and strives for it must be his own guide...'

Here I sat to write about my guy
Oh! How to write, as symbols are for gals.
My guy is unmatchable I can’t compare him
Now this is my despair.

It’s when he touches my lips, it becomes luscious
It’s when he hold my hand, it feel gracious
It’s when he hug me tight, I feel womanish
It’s only his chest against which I feel secure

His heart beats for me my soul knows it best
His thought wanders for me my heart feels the rest
Like heavy rain his love pours over me and makes me wet
The feeling so nice that it takes me high

My man, your eyes says all what you try hard to hide
The warmth, the emotions, the depth all I read in your eyes
I go weak at my keens with a single look of yours
It’s you who inspires me to live a life full of zest

I feel blessed to have you in my life
Now the only wish is to die in your arms

Can you come and lift me up?

The deep sea and the huge waves,
Rising and falling against the rocks.
Like our love, it’s dancing with winds.
And my heart goes on to touch your soul.

The cool breeze blow and say……
Come with me to the ray…
The warmth we share & the way you care,
Make me feel as a crystal rare.

The wet sand & the Long walk,
Let’s go hand in hand & share the talk.
Come along hold my hands,
Wrap your arms around my waist.

The end is far & destination unknown,
Still I want to touch the horizon.

That day while sitting at the beach my mind was just wandering, thinking about you
The beautiful waves, some short and some long, some small and some large
Dancing along up and down, the lather it was foaming was so pleasant
The moon was so bright; the sand was so cold and soft.
Everything was so pleasant everything was so beautiful.
But I was drowning, deep in my heart I was weeping.

My mind wandering in the wilderness of the deep dark Ocean
With each waves trying to hit the shore, my heart was beating hard.
Trying to weep out loud, still I was laughing out, hiding my tears.
Juxtapose was my plight in my heart and on my face.
And I withstood all of it with a grace.
But still I was drowning, deep in my heart I was weeping.

Life was laughing at me; bitch was making fun of me,
All the more I was fighting for my place like those waves,
Life was breaking me down, trying digging graves,
Where she could have put all my crave.
This is what all she could do, making me miserable.
And I was drowning, deep in my heart I was weeping.

All the while thinking and missing your shoulder
This could have given me a place to hide my tear.
Every single drop was trying to fall,
And my brave eyes holding it back.
This time even my heart was weeping.

I wished so much for you to be there besides me,
Just to hold my hand, walk a few steps on that wet sand.
Keeping quite, trying to listen the music of the waves,
Some where she too was missing her beloved,
She too was killing herself,
Falling on the shore to break her down...........

I could feel so much a part of her,
I too wanted to shatter myself with her only to be with you............
Can you hold me? Can you take me? Can you trust me?

a poem for my beloved

The feeling of separation ……..
It’s fueling my emotions
Searching for words, struggling for verse
How do you cope with this entire curse?

Missing your shoulder, where I feel bolder.
Where leaning my head I use to feel warmer
My eyes are mists as my thought are simmering.

With each passing moment
My thoughts are dormant
And feeling soaring high
I can just have a sigh

Come to me, stop thinking about people
Take my hand lets walk down the aisle
The path is decorated with flowers and ribbons
The only one missing is you with happy frown

Oh! What a dream, it left me feels green
Thinking of the distance has left me with a pittance
The feeling of separation is fueling my emotions

But closing my eyes I can feel you in my heart
Breathe you in my breath, and taste you in my sweat……