Change

Change is permanent, resistance to change is hostorical,
It's the change that makes history,
It's change which is always surrounded by mystry.
You change or not ,
Change will change the world.
It's so dynamic!!
Your change can change the world drastically
And the changing world can change you completely,

The Wall (To Rahul Dravid)

The wall has fallen,
The bricks are scattered,
Not a surprise it was,
Cracks were there to see,
Not for the naive,
But for the connoisseurs like you and me.
For years have seen it fighting the enemy,
Be it winter, summer or spring.
On dusty grounds and green fields.
He was there,with splintered bricks,
Like a pole star guiding others silently.
In his company, others prospered.
He fought and struggled,
But lived to see another day.
It was not the talent,
But there was a vow,
Never to relent.
There was no hurry,
There was no fury,
Like a reservoir of strength.
Waiting to explode silently,
To achieve the goal.
He perfectly played his role.
There were no tears or the good bye Kiss,
It's your fight that we will really miss.

New Begining

Meeting you was an excellent experience 

Which I will cherish always,

I can understand you have a path to take

Where there are no two ways. 
You are taking a path unknown,

But then, when were known things that exciting? 
Take that path girl, 

Fall down but stand up, 

And continue walking till the sun rises, 

Cobwebs of doubts fall down. 

And there is a new beginning.

Power of Words

Silence is bliss,
Silence is pain.
Silence is gentle,
Silence is harsh.
Silence is victory,
Silence is defeat.
Silence is submission.
Silence is aggression.

It's really surprising,
to see a single word expressing so many emotions.
Who says silence is peace?
It can be the silence before the storm.

Who says silence is submission?
May be it's just a tactical retreat.

Same word, different feelings, different meanings.
We human beings are blessed to have so many words to express feelings.

Empire vanish, dynasties decay,
It's the words which will be always hold sway.

Illusion

Is life an illusion?
Then what is death?
End of illusion?
Or beginning of reality.

If death is illusion?
Then what is life?

Why there is a fine line between reality and illusion?
What we see real today,
May feel as illusion tomorrow.

What may be eternal today?
Will cease to exist tomorrow.
Today's joy is tomorrow's pain,
And yesterdays sorrow is today's joy.

All our feelings loses it's meaning without the context in which it's happened.
Today's act of bravery can be an act of cowardice tomorrow.

So everything changes with time.
And time shows us it's illusions.
He is the medium,
And he is the magician.

It's Friday

For the whole week
I was waiting for this day
Thanks God It's Friday.
The week was hard fought,
But it was easier than I thought.
It's always the same,
Fighting hard never tires me.
It's sitting idle that scares me.
It's all in mind,
Clear sky or dark night.
What one needs is a will to fight.
Frightened, I sit frozen,
Fighting, I stand tall.
It's not the fall that matters.
What matters is the fight,
To stand for what you believe is right.
For the whole week
I was waiting for this day
Thanks God It's Friday.

Ideas

Some times, I feel I am full of ideas,
And some times none.
What is so special about ideas,
That few have it all and others none.

For the whole day, I was searching for an idea,
All in vain, where are you my dear idea?

Then suddenly , like a flash of lightening,
It came, from nowhere.

Not sure if it was good or bad,
But it was my child,
Be it sober or wild.

So friends, it's all about ideas,
creating ideas, stealing ideas,
living in the world full of ideas,
and dying in the world because of ideas.