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Here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on the stage

Here I go

Playin' star again

There I go

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---the salesman   who just made you buy stuff

Sales

Musafir Hoon Yaaron Na Ghar Hai Na Tikhana
Mujhe Chalte Jaana Hai Bas Chalte Jaana

Ek Raah Rukh Gayi To Aur Jud Gayi
Main Muda To Saath Saath Raah Mudh gayi
Hawaon Ke Paron Par Mera Ashiana
Musafir Hoon Yaaron Na Ghar Hai Na Thikhana
Mujhe Chalte Jaana Hai Bas Chalte Jaana

Din Ne Haath Thaam Kar Idhar Bithaliya
Raat Ne Ishaare Se Udhar Bula liya
Subah se Shaam Se Mera Dostana
Musafir Hoon Yaaron Na Ghar Hai Na Tikhana
Mujhe Chalte Jaana Hai Bas Chalte Jaana

Getting Lost

There is a certain excitement in being lost. Wandering with just yourself and some random thoughts in your head. Feeling the breeze cool-off some of the apprehensions the new and undiscovered places come up with. Finding yourself stand aside from people who are doing their usual chores, somewhat in a programmed  manner. Talking to strangers and getting a smile back and well, even some concern for the occasional coughing that just doesn't sound right with all the wellness around. Having left back at the guest house all the electronics, which some might call a rescue with the GPS, it is only instinct and well, belief that makes one take the next few steps and navigate through unknown buildings and roads.

I think sometimes the mind, and furthermore, the heart requires getting lost.

Weed

Its never about the weed, it never was. Just the people around.

Cassatta

I had promised myself that I would celebrate my first salary by having a cassatta ice-cream. Six years it took me to fulfill it since I made that promise to myself. I had it yesterday. And it didn't taste as sweet and as fulfilling as I had expected.

Bliss

There is a reason for the river to flow
There is a reason for the sun to shine
There is a reason for the wind to blow
I wonder what reason is mine

But why seek answer to the question
Why worry before each of your stride
Why oh fool do you think at all
Why can't you enjoy this ride?

Let the wind blow in your hair
revel atop mountains and in deep abyss
Swim like the water and weigh like the air
And only then may you find bliss.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

William Ernest Henley

Waterfall

I went to see what they told me was a waterfall
But not a drop of water flowed
There were stones and sand and weed around
And even the parched earth  showed

I felt cheated by nature and cursed it out
for I had spent for it all my saving
And to the people around and me as well
Abusing my luck for the bearing


But then that night it rained so hard
The skies roared with thunder
The next day fog hazed my view
Of the waterfall that now was a wonder

My heart beat with every gush of water
bouncing over the stone that shone
in the golden light of sun, I saw
for real the beauty that I had not known

Nature takes time to heal the parch
But we fret to hasten things
Cannot we harmonize with it and then enjoy
The little surprises that it brings?

A small step for man, one giant leap for Mankind

The moon whispers to the sky
That some men came there bustling by
The ridges and craters they did not see
Nor did they listen to the silence of eternity
They hoisted a flag on a leveled base
Which does not even flutter with grace

And left without thinking about the wonder

Of the stars, the sky, the thunder