Random thought

So much of faith, So much of lie

So many times i have seen a faithful man die.

The enigma of underworld is so deep,

That makes a blissful mother weep.

Looking at the dying child in her lap,

It makes my flesh creep.

So much of bruise, So much of boom,

So manythimes i have seen,

a successful man's doom.

I wander here, I wander there,

I hear the cries everywhere,

I ran everywhere to make them evoke

but all my efforts ended in Smoke.

I lie in a corner like a filthy Rose,

With only hope that someday i can make Humanity arose.

So much of pain, So much of rain

So many times i have seen blood flowing in the drains.

Looking at the fruitful trees,

I think of heaven and life with ease.

After So much of Pain and Suffering,

a day will come with hopeful spring.

Death Of Me

I should've seen all the signs all around me
But I was comfortable inside these wounds
So go ahead and take another piece of me now
While we all bow down to you

You tear me down and then you pick me up
You take it all and still it's not enough
You try to tell me you can heal me
But I'm still bleeding
And you will be the death of me

How can you help my affliction
If you're the sickness and not the cure
Too long I've faked this addiction
Another sacrifice to make us pure

You tear me down and then you pick me up
You take it all and still it's not enough
You try to tell me you can heal me
But I'm still bleeding
And you will be the death of me

You tear me down and then you pick me up
You take it all and still it's not enough
You try to tell me you can heal me
But I'm still bleeding
And you will be the death of me

I won't forget
I cannot forget this
I won't forget
I'll never forget this (4x)

I know I can never prove this illusion
You aren't the one that I thought you were
And so I learned to embrace this delusion
The line that separates us starts to blur

You tear me down and then you pick me up
You take it all and still it's not enough
You try to tell me you can heal me
But I'm still bleeding
And you will be the death of me
And you will be the death of me

I won't forget
I cannot forget this
And you will be the death of me

FALLING BACK

Time pases. Even when it seems Impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind the bruise. It passes Unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me(New Moon).

We Hope Against Hope that everything is going to be fine, the hole inside us will heal with time but the pain keeps on comming back. May be there is no way to get rid of it, May be i need to live with it.
Sometime it wonder "Do i really want to forget the Past or I like to go back and live it again". There are few things that we cannot forget and these things are always there in our subconscious, we may get distracted for a while but again it comes back to us. I tried Hard enough to get away from it still it comes back with a vengeance.

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me
and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one
and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

Happy to see the results

This week has been quite boring except the cricket match. In office I have been fighting over my rating for the PBC (Personal business commitment) and at last I succeeded in getting what I deserved. I had to talk to my manager’s manger about it and i validated my scores. It’s been a healthy competition in team but I have the best rating (Proud to say that). Hope this Christmas will bring good luck and fortune.

Crestfallen

who am I to need you when I'm down
where are you when I need you around
your life is not your own

and all I ask you
is for another chance
another way around you
to live by circumstance, once again

who am I to need you now
to ask you why to tell you no
to deserve your love and sympathy
you were never meant to belong to me

and you may go, but I know you won't leave
too many years built into memories
your life is not your own

who am I to need you now
to ask you why to tell you no
to deserve your love and sympathy
you were never meant to belong to me

who am I to you?
along the way
I lost my faith

and as you were, you'll be again
to mold like clay, to break like dirt
to tear me up in your sympathy you were never meant to belong to me
you were never meant to belong to me
you were never meant to belong to me

who am I?

Struggle

The one who does not know the struggle of life is either an immature soul, or a soul who has risen above the life of this world. The object of a human being in this world is to attain to the perfection of humanity, and therefore it is necessary that man should go through what we call the struggle of life.
Because life means a continual battle, one’s success, failure, happiness, or unhappiness mostly depends upon one’s knowledge of this battle. Whatever be one’s occupation in life, whatever be one’s knowledge, if one lacks the knowledge of the battle of life one lacks the most important knowledge of all.
As soon as a man loses the courage to go through the struggle of life, the burden of the whole world falls on his head. But he who goes on struggling through life, he alone makes his way.
One must study the nature of life, one must understand the psychology of this struggle. In order to understand this struggle one must see that there are three sides to it: struggle with oneself, struggle with others, and struggle with circumstances. One person may be capable of struggling with himself, but that is not sufficient. Another is able to struggle with others, but even that is not sufficient. A third person may answer the demands of circumstance, but this is not enough either; what is needed is that all three should be studied and learnt, and one must be able to manage the struggle in all three directions.
The one who struggles with himself first is the wisest, for once he has struggled with himself, which is the most difficult struggle, the other struggles will become easy for him.

By Sufi order