Poems and Fiction

RESEMBLING  ULYSSES Be restless, be apprehensive for the least i care, Consistency bores me, don't want to sit and stare. I cannot rest from travel, I cannot rest from living, For what is 'to live' if not a fated expedition? Be restless, be apprehensive for the least i care, Roam with a hungry heart not to be snared. Be honored and drunk delight of battle with your peers, If you will to live a life of leisure, despise and disappear. How dull is it to pause, to not be able to mend, It is just too displeasing, something which has end. How ashen it is to rest and not to shine, Just like being dead, no breath and no divine. We drink and burn but when the time has come, shall we retire and count the attainments done? Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.

लिखने की हमेशा कोई न कोई वजह ज़रूर होती है।  कभी कभी यह वजह दिल की ख़ुशी होती है।  कभी कभी यह वजह दिल की पीड़ा होती है।  वजह कुछ भी हो, लिखने की गुणवत्ता की सबसे  अधिक वृद्धि इन्ही दो कारणों से होती है। 

I  used to wonder how they could, so easily, express those multitudinous astounding, sometimes, bewildering thoughts amazingly in merely words. how could they express something inconceivable, something abstract? how they could express 'love'? all in the form of 'simple' words. I revered the great power and their complex yet simple mind. I used to. Now I just try to do the same.