A journey never ends...

It was a halt or say a stop
from the lunatic fragile sphere.
All geared up is what needed the most.
But yeh that wasn't the stop that I gazed,
leaving everything behind I sat on sail
on a wreched ship which was purposeless.
As journey began , I thought I am yet to begin my sound repose
not much it had been that time could pass
a curl was found to skew it all.

A loner, a recluse ,a backsetter
If what I initially choose,
A journey that began with a risk,
from one mount to other summit.
I walked ,I walked undone,
A path was paved by gentle hands.

As promise by his words and charmer by deeds,
He hold my hand even to wreched ship.
In his faith I walked behind him,
narrow was path, slick was the street.
still I walked firm in faith
Set was journey which set to sail.

I wanted to rest ,I wanted to weep,
he washed away all worries and didn't leave me

A new journey was set into sail even before one could complete....

A heart full of desires

Look at the eyes twinkled with glare on new collection in  brands shop near by,
 or Look at that face over shine when it trespasses the gadget store.
A inquisitive mind that shuffles around the Mall  or An executive persona dealing with luxury cars or a family traversing in near by grocery shop.

All have a heart full of desires.

Let it be a bus , a train or a private jet,
people travels from place to place,
either having a will or wish,
either to meet family , or go on vacation or haste to attend meeting to crack the deal.
All seems to compete not with each other  but  to chase their desire within.

All have a heart full of desires.

A poor or rich, healthy or sick ,
Everyone strive in the race of constant change.
To exceed their position or to enrich the present.
no matter how much they flutter , they are caged in poignancy.

All that is left with is a heart full of desires 

CRY OF THE BROKEN HEART…..

THE dream that was not mine, have dared to dream for,
The cause which was not mine, have tried for,
Never felt this way before, just the way it is now,
It feels good to be special for someone,
May be not for life long or say for short span.
But this life brings twist whenever life goes on plain,
All was fine, happy, but! That one day...
The door of the tyrant world was opened,
A wind blew and took all that was mine; everything was left deserted, disorganized
As an earthquake in my life.
I knew it, it will happen soon.
But was not prepared to accept the truth,
What I thought was mine was not now and was never,
What was once my life is all gone,
I think it’s not anyone’s fault
It’s only me and my thoughts,
Want to thank it, for being for me for span of time,
To be mine and only mine.
We wished each other farewell and the next day,
When I opened my eyes again, it was you all gone...
I cried, cried a lot, but no one to hear,
The one, who was my life, left me unuttered alone in grief and despair.
This was the result to dream for a dream which was not mine but all real..!!!

Race for Money

Money , a lifeless object which travel many places ..
somewhere its green or say red.
available in colors and varied shapes.
sometime paper,sometime gold and silver,sometime just an alloy
it can turn animal out of plain man,
betrayal,killing ,brotherhood are some of its traits.
through theft ,robbed or bluff everyone want it to be their own.
money speaks through one's mind,deeds and the greedy eyes.
money! money! money! is what one want.
if you have it you are super among all,
its a status symbol but yes also need of an hour.
money being a paper walks through and sees many ups and down
some time it may be dazzle or shimmery or
some time dark path up side down.
Race is created for this and remember
the winner is not the one who gets the first but the one who gets many.
Being lifeless it can turn wheels.. and being the paper it can feed thee.
Being an alloy it showcase many era ,
gives happiness tough temporary .
it can buy things , take you to places ,nourish you ,educate you..
and if u have a special liking for it , it can ruin you.
oh money..!! you are lifeless but teemed with many facet!

The Inglorious Path

What we want we never get,
And what we get we easily forget.
Always regret on what we don’t have and what we do not posses
We are never satisfied of our achievements,
Sometime it is good to move forward and soar high, but it may also turn fatal which may dissatisfy;
A path of unfulfilled desire and dream, failures maybe it’s not but it may seem,
Many times in quest of finding the new we gamble with what we have,
It’s good if coin turns on our part.
But what if it’s not and never! We never get the new and also lose what we have.
I think major cause of the dissatisfaction is the unfulfilled desires and expectations which may not feasible at times,
It hurts to see other achieving our goals so easily and after continuous attempts you know that you failed,
It pinches that time when you are not but others are.
Ever thing then seems to be so dull, the new path may be not clear,
But without an option we are forced into and we choose that path which was never ours,
It decreases the gleam of satisfaction,
We are left with nothing, nothing to seek for, nothing to expect,
No goals and no aims in that,
The path goes on and on, just as the inglorious path!

The Inglorious Path.

What we want we never get,
And what we get we easily forget.
Always regret on what we don’t have and what we do not posses.
We are never satisfied of our achievements,
Sometime it is good to move forward and soar high, but it may also turn fatal which may dissatisfy;
A path of unfulfilled desire and dream, failures maybe it’s not but it may seem,
Many times in quest of finding the new we gamble with what we have,
It’s good if coin turns on our part.
But what if it’s not and never! We never get the new and also lose what we have.
I think major cause of the dissatisfaction is the unfulfilled desires and expectations which may not feasible at times,
It hurts to see other achieving our goals so easily and after continuous attempts you know that you failed,
It pinches that time when you are not but others are.
Ever thing then seems to be so dull, the new path may be not clear,
But without an option we are forced into and we choose that path which was never ours,
It decreases the gleam of satisfaction,
We are left with nothing, nothing to seek for, nothing to expect,
No goals and no aims in that,
The path goes on and on, just as the inglorious path!

.. ITS ME..!

She is sweet, she is caring,
cute and adorable is all her flairs,
love her the most ,she is the who matters to me the most,
always stood by me, praised me boost me up,
always accompany me when i am alone,
no one has complimented the way she does,
of my beauties, of my talents ,
to her it's me who matters the most,
no one so perfect yet the best,
without which I Will never be understood ,
majestic may not be her deeds,
but the fashion in which she deals adds charming gleam,
sparkle in her eyes, and promising bright smile on her face,
always says something to me ,
OH it's me!

Wings

What am I? What I want to be? Cannot be answered by anyone but me.
Lost in all wonders here
Which way to go, which way to come numerous passages here,
All have known the plight of their way and had set themselves to fly from here not alone
I am search of the wings to fly, want is of the wing, rest all would I will get the moment that come along.
Righteous may not be its path but am sure I would like it.
The day when I will find my wings I will soar high and will reach the places as never did,
Just I am in search of a wing that’s it.
Wings to my dream , wings to my aim , wings to my carrier , wings for me to fly , wings for me to fulfill the need.
All set would be if I find the key to my wings.
Wings may be found, though it may not be prestigious or fame,
But it will means most to me as it could make me what am I and what I want to be! .

QUIXOTIC

LIFE SEE WONDER TREASURES
HIDE MILLIONS OF PLEASURES
HAD LOT EXPERTIES AROUND
SEES ALL MANIFEST FANTISY ABOUND
ALWAYS HAVE A NEW DAY
WHICH DO DIRECTS US IN A NEW WAY
AFTER WHAT MAY HAPPEN IT BRINGS,
THE MESSAGE OF A NEW BEGINNING
FIGURES, IDOLS, SCULPTURES ALL
REDREAM SEES NO BARRIERS
THOUGH IT HAS NO FENCE TO STOP THE NEW CARRIER.
HUSTLE, BUSTLE LIFE FULL OF ENJOYMENT AND FUN,
NEVER HAD A FUITILE PRESENCE AGAIN.
CALLING, SEEKING, SEARCHING YOUR PART,
THOUGH WHAT MAY HAPPEN WE ARE NOT APART.
FROM THE JOURNEY OF MILLION STARS
TO THE JOURNEY TO SMALL STREETS
ALWAYS IN PACE THIS LIFE IS.!!

FIRST DAY @ HOSTEL

FOUR BEDS, TWO PREOCCUPIED, TWO LEFT,
I WAS PONDERING WHICH ONE TO TAKE.
TWO CUPBOARDS WHERE THERE WHICH WE HAVE TO SHARE.
WHETHER TO TAKE THE UPPER OR THE LOWER SELF?
UNPACKING THE STUFF TO SHIFT INTO THIS NEW REGIME,
EVERYDAY AT SIX WE GETUP IN HASTE TO MAKE QUEUES TO BE READY FOR THE COLLEGE.
HUSTLE AND BUSTLE, SCRAEMS AND SHOUTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FREAKOUTS,
A BIT OF STUDY IS ALSO ADDED WHICH IS ALSO MEASURE,
LIKE WAYS DAYS PAST BY LIKE NEVER BEFORE,
COZ THIS WAS MY FIRST HOMEOUT ALONE..!!
 

Its True Or My Superstition

We all believed at you,
O' mighty god where were you?

When world step in foul
All around us was traitorous,
O' mighty god where were you?

When people lost their life,
all around us mournful cry,
O' mighty god where were you?

When children were deprived
from education and care
and took in hand loaded cartridges

O' mighty god where were you?
When there was faint hope of bright
and around us was dark night

O' mighty god where were you?
When people suffered in wizard conditions
put best efforts to persist

Now the time has change,
So do people and thoughts,
But faith in you remain so!


Copyright ©2009 Anshu Toppo

Present situation

What’s my objective, what’s my goal?

Am I not focused to have a fair flow!

This articulate question makes an oblique in my mere.

My aim, my motive is running away

Losing time will never be back

Putting all things apart now I need to construct my confidence to regain the lost in short span.

Cycle goes and goes and never returns

As this is the simple logic of energy conservation

The more you put the more you get

Never think of the result first but put your best foot forward..!!
 

Articulate

Simple life of a mediocar

Hustle and bustle all rounds

Futile existence searching for persistence

Want to leave the stable pug marks,

Not ruined by any storm that is harsh,

Stable not wobble, static not running,

Not powerful yet not dim

Waiting for a day

Some day and sometime

I will be..!!

CASIO

Life like a cascade

See lots of up and down

May be like a meander across a ravine

Or as velvet petals of rosy flower

Seeing as if motivating one feels at rising solar star.

Fickle is one as a see saw takes the path which is heavier

A ship sailing in stormy dark night

Like a knight finding its path

Trumpet would be blown if reaches its part or may be drowned unnoticed and unremarked..!!