Memories...

Sometimes some words, Sometimes more words, sometimes no words... leave memories treasured for the time immemorial...

2015- a fresh beginning...

Life is easy, it is sometimes hard,

We stand in between, it offer different paths,

Which way to chose, I’m confused, which way to move, I'm confused...

Tired of living on edge of life, oh god, I am tired of being on the fence,

Sometimes there is a perfect reason, and sometimes things just don't make sense...

Sometimes everything appear so strong, sometimes I am weak to even carry on,

Sometime it feels like endless night, the very next moment everything is bright,

Life is happy, it is sometimes sad,

The fears of future- they are all in your head,

Sometimes I think, we have brain to use, But more I use it the more I am confused,

This is my life and I can make a fresh start,

By ignoring the brain - following my heart...

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as the last I heard from my destiny, it wanted me to take a turn at the next best opportunity :)

~ Pratik Jain ~

a shot at dawn

I always believe that the night is as alive and as richly colored as the day. It's nothing, but the presence of light at other half of the world. Still a never ending night makes darkness monotonous WHY? 
Am i again struck into a never ending loop, 'a paradox'???

I didn't felt like leaving bed this morning but, the alarm at my bedside was insistent;

tones of it were persistent trembling my mind;

it wanted to wake me up but i said no, it kept on buzzing and i was wide awake,

rushed out quite frustrated , stretching ma arms feeling the fresh air,

though it was dark i could feel the light bursting out fading the sky that ' ws ma first shot at the dawn...

there was an unspoken nostalgia about every thing that was happening around and suddenly it started raining, there was a tempting madness all around, sensuous feeling, the air quickly filled up with smells of soil, trees, fresh flowers all mixed together.

I could see little children popping out of their homes, perfectly packed in school dresses holding little umbrellas in their hands, it appeared that the world started moving after a small rest...

Far away in the sky,
i can see her smoky eye,
keeps me hooked till the dawn,
then shyly she says 'come on'
hours pass by like a nanosec,
i forget every thing else, what the HeCk!!!

& calmly flows the river having no clue of what it has drawn into it....

~ Pratik Jain ~