LOST

Mate! Look at the faces around you
They might be or might not be true
Do not leave that line uncrossed
Where you will be both , disciple and the god.

Quit wallowing in your self pity
Learn from thatblittle kitty
It jumps and falls but still aims for high
Life should not end with that "helpless" sigh.

If a man acts on his instincts under that skull
He is no lesser than a wild animal
Sometimes we hold on to something for so long
That our life becomes an endless sad song

Remember the time when we were a kid?
Our little dreams wanted to grow big
Now we've shut them in and swallowed the key
As we have to borrow society's vision to see

Just look at the opportunities around you
Which were covered and hidden by you
If its worth it then you prefer dying
But never ever give up trying.

A walk with u

I walked down a little while with you
Yes every step felt very right
We shared a good intention and sight

The world was happy and so were we
This was going somewhere
But seeing each other happy was all we cared.

Some questions and some answers were exchanged
We were happy in our own mutual way
Waiting for  date one fine day

Every happy moment has to just go
Its the pain that even melts the snow

You walked away without seeing around
Because you were guilty of wrong
And I was here writing a song

The song was not that hard to bear
Words were on my heart
But now u are not there to hear

May be I was confused of what we are
We are above friendship aur were at par

Now here I am struggling again
All my intuition s went for vain

You are too good to be found
I hope we meet coz the worls is round.

FEAR VICTORY BUT FAILURE

All of us want to win 
But we are so unprepared for defeat.
The energy we use to prepare our  unpredictable victory is waste.
Why not carry that energy to get up when we fall?

We think we are giving our best but we are not
We only give our best when we are about to fail.
An alcohol addict only quits drinking when doctor declares his death date.

No man alive is prepared for failure.
Even if we know the fact that it will come.

A writer keeps on writing a book and dreams of its success. 
He breaks down when no body is even ready to read.
It would have been so much better if he would have thought of failure.
The fear to loose will always make you win.

When we fail,we repent for months
Why not accept it and give a better try.
Every time you fail at something you do it again.
That makes you an expert.

Failure brings you back to what you are.
Victory fills you with pride and self obsession.
So,which one is better?
Lets have both hand in hand and choose a middle path.

We cant win always and neither we can loose.
So every time you fail think you are making your foundation more stronger than others.
People who win at once are very vulnerable to fall as their foundation is too weak.

Lets dream!!
But with all due respect to failure.
Once the failure trusts you it will automatically handle you to victory.

Be what we were

Look at the phone and shut it off

Waiting for his messages is our full time job

A sound of a ping and we jump to see

But the message says”callertunes for free”

We cry over his call and he thinks its insane

He is just busy watching the football game

Ya its true that we need to talk for a while

Because your words make me smile

I was rather independent when you walked in my mind

I was free and controlled in every kind

You made me belive that I can depend

Why did you give me such choice that now you repent

You love me I know

But when I m away I expect you to show

All I expect is a single reply

A text. A call or a ping saying hi

Yes we girls love like insane

We go crazy in love and lock our brains

Our worls d starts revolving around love

Only emotions remain and wisdom flies like adove

So lets get back to what we were

When we are single and strong and our emotions are blur

A song by me

In the world too far where everything is divine

You sit next to me and shine

Let me take your hand and see

What does your future brings for me

Stars are sparkling and it’s a blue blue sky

A little weed is gonna make us high

Then you can say it baby you wanted to say

Few colorful words with a tinge of grey

Let me take you to the past when you said YES

You were holding a bouquet in a white dress

I was waiting for you few steps away

Ur beautiful smile made my day

Now that you have gone so far

You will still find me whereever you are

I m there to catch you when you let yourself free

You just have to turn back and see

                                                      Niharika

Release me and let me fly

I cried out my dreams when I was young

I had no worries where it’s going to end

I used to hug my mom and tell her that

I will surely kiss her in my graduation hat.

The aspirations were high and the energy to wait

I was ready to write my own fate

I wanted to write the world’s beauty with my hands

Becoming a writer was my future plan

Used to read and write all stuff I felt

Be it my future or the situations I dealt

My friends used to read and hit like

I considered it a victory of my own type

Started growing up and living up my passion

But passion is never enough for sufficient ration

The creative hands were now typing the resume

It was my need, or my family’s whatever you presume

I thought the world was quite facile

But corporate is never happy or juvenile

Wanted to earn money though corporate

Never know being fake was its trait

The hands which were paused to think

Were given a keyboard instead of ink

I was told to work fast because there is no space for slow

Fake smiles, relations and concern make you grow

I still gathered all my hard work to satisfy them

I abandoned my writing and made endless attempts

I was trying to be the part of the hard workers row

I was called and told that I was very slow

I gave a break to my passion at one instance

But giving them all I had made no sense

I was broken and questioned my conscience

My confidence was shattered at every expense

My will cried out loud and was begging to be free

It doesn’t wanted to be leaf of this corporate tree

Where people are never judged on what they are

But on the flattery they have done so far

It might me the way things work here

But all I expected is a little care

For my hard work and sacrifice

Never saying “no” and being wise

Now I m going to open my wings and fly

I won’t lament for my past and cry

Because corporate made me learn

Every time reward is not what you earn

I will throw the keyboard and hold the pen again

Abandoning all my monetary gains

I will write the every emotion of this human life

Lets make an effort to understand

This is for every boyfriend,brother and father who compromises all their happiness....

Money is driving us haywire. People can survive without oxygen but money. I was noticing a man in my office who came  one hour early to work and was happily doing overtime without even manager asking him to do so.I always used to pity on him and mock at his commitment which I found unnecessary and just a mere show off.

One day I just felt an urge to ask him the reason of his dull and mundane life which starts at office and ends at the footsteps of our office building. I asked him, “Why do you work so much?” he smiled and just avoided my question as joke.

I took away his hands from the keyboard and asked him that when was the last time he has surprised his wife by going home early. Has he seen his daughter saying “papa” for the first time.

He carried a very faint smile on his face and answered me-“I have to pay my half salary every month to see my daughter going to a good school. This overtime never pleases me or I am a workaholic but the money from overtime allows me to take my wife out for a dinner once in a five star hotel every month. My presence turns boring if I don’t add any extra efforts to make my family feel special. Every family member expects monetary gifts from the earning member of the house. My presence is not that special when I am sans surprises or a something special. I work hard to meet my family’s expectation. I too feel like sitting like you in a group and chat.”

I was not agitated or shocked listening to his reply but was spell bound. His reply was so heart touching that it bought back those memories when my dad used to come late from office and daily I used to search gifts in his bag. I was never bothered to ask why he was late or how he managed to get gifts so often. I had tears in my eyes and I just walked away. We get upset when our dad scolds us for  silly reasons like keeping the tap on and forgetting it or leaving the ac switched on even while leaving the house for tuitions. We feel how it matters if air conditioner is switched for an hour more. The truth is that he works his guts out to earn the money to pay all the bills of our house.

We complain our husband for not taking us out for a holiday like our friends husband do. We never realize that how hurt he gets in failing to keep us happy even after getting abused badly by his boss and working late night when we are quietly inside the cozy blanket .He also feels like throwing a resignation and  taking a break from his boring job. He can never do so because he has a bucket list to fulfill. In that list the only wish he has is that he wants to keep his family happy. They don’t share because we never try to understand.

Just hold their hands and thank them for every inch of hard work they have done to fulfill our dreams. Instead of making wishes let’s just spend a day with him without any expectations. Let’s share that burden equally.