Just for one day

For one day,
I don’t follow the routine,
For one day,
Don’t drink that shake of protein,
For one day,
Don’t study, don’t bath, don’t pray,
On the bed, I can just lay,
The world will not end,
If I am allowed to go astray,
Just for one day.

Work really hard yesterday,
Hours passed in the blue,
No matter how much you try,
there is always something to do.

So don’t I deserve rest,
Just for one day,
Can’t I leave the conquest,
Just for one day.

Then,
A memory ignites in my mind,
Why I started this tread,
Why I decided to leave,
Every dawn, the comfort of bed.

There was a time,
When I have chosen the bed,
Rather then working my ass off,
I would do nothing instead,
A life with no goal, no meaning,
I would have choosen to led.

The last para got me,
Where I am today, it brought me,
Whenever I sulk, it comes to me,
From dilema what to do,
This makes me free.

Rather then living a meaninless life,
Better to stand up and fight,
Who knows this one day,
May realize hard work of many nights

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The gaps between

Looking at the clouds,
We feel a little drowsy,
Lazily moving in sky,
Away from things noisy.

Slowly gliding through the sky,
Smoothly and easily,
Don’t know when hours went by,
Makes the scene artfully.

After seeing some time,
After forgetting the world,
You will notice a rhyme,
A pattern will emerge.

A cloud cloud comes, it goes,
Another comes to fill its place,
This phenomenon almost foreclose,
Any chance of empty space.
Only just for a few seconds,
Blue sky is allowed a gaze.
Where sunlight can shine,
Across all the cloudy haze.

Here, exists a great metaphor,
Showing how our mind works,
Realizing what otherwise a slur,
Finding some great perks.

Replace clouds with thoughts,
In our big and complex mind,
They come and go in lots,
So much thinking can make us blind,

So, to think with clarity,
We may need a little sunshine,

Focus on the tiny divide,
Between the thoughts,
Where mind is a void,
Just an empty slot.

That is where magic happens,
There a great idea shapens,
The point of all thoughts adhesion,
It is worth atleast some admiration.

And great has become those,
Who have seen the sunshine,
In these void gaps,
A state of pure crystalline.

Einstine, Hawkins, Walt Disney,
Spend hours gazing at nothing,
It really does seems funny.

All the great discoveries,
Not happen when they are,
Deep in work with all furies,
But rather when the just relax,
Without all the wordly worries.

It doesn’t mean you just rest,
Always sleeping in your nest,
To enjoy the great fest,
You need to pass Karma test.
(Karma is hard work, you need to do)

After all, there can be no gap,
Without any cloud on sky map.

Supreme wisdom = ‘You are nothing’

Someone advised me to read,
A book of supreme wisdom ‘Tantra’
It is my holidays, I was bored,
So what harm in trying another mantra.

Looking in your inside,
Sure is a experience,
That makes you mistified.
Your outer ego die
You starts to realise,
It was all just a lie.

This is the thing ,
That makes me anxious,
If my surroundings, my world,
Is a lie, am I also fictionous.

Among the mystics,
There is a saying,
You are like a onion,
Keep peeling it to reach the core,
You will be amazed when done,
The truth will stand out,
The size of core is none.

The concept of an inner core,
Of a self, of the word ‘I’,
Is just a myth, a tale, a lore,
Everything is a big big lie.

All those theories of physics,
Our universe can be 2D, or a game,
Makes me feel very sick,
Wealth, family, friends, power or dame,
Has no meaning, just a trick.

If universe is just nothing,
Then what is our purpose,
The goals to make millions,
Sending papa on a world tour,
Helping the needy civilians.

All just would me meaning less,
Whatever you do , doesn’t matter,
Whom to love, whom to impress,
You are void, when this dream shatters.

Play the real game

    Poem for the people who find it hard to live reality and instead run to fantasy (like me).

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Many world of fantasy
Are beautiful and fancy
Weather it is
Middle Earth in LOTR
Hogwarts in Harry Potter
Mystica in Fallen Kingdoms
Or war between 9 shieldons

All have something new ,something different,
Like elves, dwarves,orcs, demons or sea serpent.
Hours and hours of adventure over many lands.

Then,
there are awesome games
Only an ignorant will say
That they are for lames.
What feeling is better
Then  yourself fighting dragons
And write love letters.

Fight the evil bosses
Attack them with magic spells
Dodge when they  shoot
What more fun can be
To enjoy a great loot

It is impossible or difficult
When we do these in real
In reality
There is no auto save
There is danger and fear

Reality gives is only 1 life
Hard work has to be done
Not completed just by a swipe
What is done is done
You cannot say I shun.

That is difference in fantasy and life,
In danger
Fantasy is fun but life is a knife
That’s why many run away from reality
To find safety in a world of fantasy
We imagine it to be real
In fantasy you feel like a hero
There is nothing to make you fear

You may love this feeling
And hold it dear
But remember a thing
my friend!
At the end of the day
All this is NOT real.

That is not your world
That is not your home
Nothing exist there
That world is a myth
You are all alone.

Instead how about playing the real game
Your life is not at all a shame.
You are human, most intelligent being
The horizon of your possibilities cannot be seen

How life is less then game?
It has glory, it has fame.
And best part
These are as real as your name.

I not say stop fantasizing
Afterall
It is the reflection of
Your feelings, your likings
But remember that
Just dreaming them
Will not put it under your hem.

To do that you need to play the game
For which you are born
Otherwise only you is to blame

The game of life may be difficult and boring
You may be tired,  may be frowning
But tell you a secret
Playing this game is to only ticket
To real gold, EXP , new skills and true fame
After all, achievers of real life
Are the inspiration for
Your favorite novels and games.

A smile worth thousand night sleeps

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Woke up in the morning
Sleeping is so boring
I want to play
I want to play

Mama mama! where are you
Papa Papa found you
Come to me , come to me
Today show me something new

Dadi dadu play with me
I want to play now only
Later drink  your tea

Pick me in your lap
Sing a song
Or do I amplify my cry
And your ear goes
Bong bong bong!

Mama picked me up
Rocking in her lap
Sang a lullaby
Like a sweet syrup

In mama’s lap, at this moment
I am sooo happy
And feeling very sleepy

Wait a min

Why mamma putting me to sleep,
When I want to play, sing and leap,
Why Papa saying to count the sheep?

Isn’t it  already the morning
Why everyone sleepily frowning?
Oh o! Maybe I woke up early
Not morning, it is 12 thirty

Oopsy dupsy!
I woke everyone at midnight,
When should be sleeping tight,
If mama is angry, she has the right,
But I know this will not lead to fight.

Mamma loved me so much,
She will never scold me
For a thing as such

I know Mamma ,
I give you lots of trouble
But on seeing me
Your anger pops like a bubble

I know getting a mom like you
Is the destiny of just a lucky few
To compensate for this trouble
I will give this smile just for….you
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This poem is dedicated to Manu Bhaiya, Kiti Bhabhi and of course the cute gift they have given us – Maahir(their 3 month old baby)

     I request all readers to pray for Maahir’s long life, good health , brilliant mind and for this precious smile to remain forever.

Against the tides by sheer power of will

The tide hit hard and
You have worst card

Not prepared for this assault
You have no chance to revolt
You will be doomed
Even if it is not your fault

Fate will force you to surrender
Who can go against tide and thunder
No eat to escape it
No torch of hope lit

You will be drowned
In the depth of darkness
And forgotten forever
In the land of lightness

This tide threatens your very existence
Will you fall to circumstances
Or be different and
Refuse to take part in fate’s dances

The choice of for you to make
As anyone else including fate
Has in it nothing at stake

The tide seems targeted at you
But its aim is not to destroy you
It may merely following the verse
Due to random events of the great
universe

The tide of dead, does not have a will
Or am important role
It is like a saucer ball
Rolling as directed by us another will

Just like the players control the ball
You can control the tide by you will
Before it makes you fall.

Instead of drowning,
Surf on the tide
Instead of enemy
It will become your bride
Who will carry you on the banks
Where there is happiness
And you may think
Adventure was worth the price

So never lose hope,
Never be in despair
As you have your will
That can make any Strom,
Any tornado, and tide still

                                 By Piyush Gupta
                                 (myself 😎😎)

Our Thoughts

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

The wrong is wrong viewed in our thought ‘s vicinity:

Asoka the Great, won the glorious Kalinga war:

His thoughts viewed it a crown of.flesh of humanity.

Act on good thoughts instantly, defer not till

tomorrow.

Tomorrow’s sun to you may or may not rise.

The distance does not matter nor the traits of

Journey.

The first step is dificult, it must be wise.

Life is fragile and it does not pace with time,

Unless we obstruct rain on noble thoughts.

Struggle against ill-thoughts sharpens our skill.

victory flows to clean minds, with failure to all knots.

One may not have what one ought to like.

One must pave the ways to celebrate what one holds.
Kites rise against the wind and not with it.

One with noble thoughts rises against all the odds.
                      By : Prakash Chander Gupta
                              (My father)