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..!!