Open Up The Doors

Like this, the pain will not alleviate;

Like this, the dark will only abbreviate.

    Moping was a thing of past,

    Do away with the tears: do away fast.

This loneliness, this gloom, this anguish, this suffocation,

How can the wind blow when there is so much stagnation.

     Just open up the closed gate;

     Talk to light, it’s not too late.

All the negativities, all the hindrance will disappear, Realisation will  occur, how  close  the goal was from  here.

Not only in the homes, there are stairs in the hearts too;

If melancholy can use them, same  can the angels do.

   When  shackles of boast are broken,

   New relations will come like love’s token.

    Let the noise from the outside come,

    It will vanquish all the loneliness,all the glum.

Come, for some time, let’s live a life, a life full of chaos;

Let’s feel others pain, let’s mourn other’s loss.

      Let’s for some time live carefree,

     To everyone’s speculation agree.

     Let the fog disperse from the soul, from the heart,

     Let the pain in the heart subside, let’s all restart.

Who Knows what Happens

Do not waste a single drop of your tear,

Who knows when the ocean comes begging to you!

“The well does not go to the thirsty”

It’s just a phrase, not an axiom.

There is no one in this world

Who does not have anything to offer.

Always keep yourself ready,

Who knows when the eyes of the Master catch you!

It’s only the mirror which breaks by a shock;

The image always remains untouched, unharmed.

Even the best of our friends can show us their backs,

But our problems; they will never jilt us.

Each and every drop of tear, we should love,

Who knows which one washes our soul!

It is no use showing obsequence to the roads

Our feet are our means in the journey; not the roads.

The man who can fall in his own eyes,

Can get up without any help; corporal or divine.

Never reject the invitations of the waves,

Who knows , which one of them will take you to the shore.

                                                         Thank you,

                                                                 Avinash Ranjan.   

The Trier Triumphs

Afraid if the boat is of the waves,

It will never cross the river.

Those who are brave enough to try;

When the sun sets, shall come out triumphant.

With a heavy weight on it’s head,

The tiny ant tries to mount the wall; falls several times.

The heart suddenly pumps courage into the veins,

Suddenly the falling disappears; only the goal remains.

And, at last the persistence pays.

The mariner dives several times into the deep ocean;

Several times the ocean returns him empty handed.

But, he has faith, there are pearls in there,

Hence his courage remains intact, excitement unabated.

Ultimately he has  gems in his hands; his efforts vindicated.

Failures: challenges, that’s what they are.

Accept them and introspect- what was remained to be done.

Leave every corporal bond aside till the goal is realised.

Without sweating your blood out, the seed will not sprout.

Remember only the trier triumphs .

                                                   Thank you,

                                                                    Avinash Ranjan.

love and attraction

Attraction,

No matter how intense;

Will fade one day.

Like every bright star of the night

Disappears with the first rays of the morning.

Like every green tree of the spring

Loses all it’s leaves in the autumn.

And like every passion, every dream

Loses all it’s significance just after being realised.

Yes, time and vicissitudes created by the time,

Takes all the life and all the meaning from attraction.

And render it as lifeless as a wicked man’s heart.

Attraction is a bond:

A bond is bound to be broken, to be shattered.

But love,

Love is a flower that never fades;

No matter what the season is.

There are bonds, there are limits;

But, love itself is not a bond, it is not limited.

There is no visible source

Of the pleasant smell that it exudes all the time.

Self-sufficient: that’s what it is.

It never ends because it has no beginning:

It just sprouts in our hearts out of nowhere,   

Disappears when we proceed towards our eternal abode.

Every other feeling: hatred, passion,compassion, jealousy...

Everything changes form; but not love.

For thousands of years it has remained the same;

And it will not change till the end of time.

Because it is the only thing that god created;

Everything else is man made ...........

                                          Thank you,                 

                                                            Avinash Ranjan.

From gloom to glory

Whom are we impersonating?

Why are we changing ourselves so drastically?

Where exactly are we going?

What precisely do we want?

Ah, our respective answers, we all know.

Oh yes, that is the fact; isn’t it.

It takes enormous amount of courage to utter those words.

“I want to succeed; yes, I want to embrace the Goddess success.”

Deep inside, we all know

That,

We don’t want to be successful

Rather,

We want to be deemed successful,

In the eyes of others,

Who also want the same thing.

Don’t we know that

We don’t love ourselves

As much as we envy others.

Our sorrows are not our miseries;

Other’s prosperities is our misery.

We don’t walk alone because we are afraid;

No that is not true;

We don’t walk alone because we want to follow the throng,

We want to be assured that our path is well treaded.

Knowing quite well that well treaded paths only brings mediocrity, not success.

We don’t laugh because others are not laughing now.

We don’t cry because we will be deemed weak.

Not a single thing we do for our very sake.

We consider mundaness the way of life.

Our treachery is our resourcefulness:

Deceit our weapon.

Beach pebbles the pearls of oceans.

All we human beings have become a big throng of insects;

With no individuality, following each other without knowing the reason.

NO..NO..NO..NO............

This is not going to work, not at all by any means.

Human race will die without it’s individuality:

We will not survive if we are all not different from each other.

Only a peculiar individual can be creative;

Creation is the flesh and blood of our race.

Amassing the heap of information in our brains will not take us anywhere:

Knowledge is the need of the hour.

Only creative force in this world is individuality.

Without that we are breathing dead bodies.

Friends if we feel any obligation towards our world,

Let’s all take a pledge now that we will remain faithful to our respective individualities.

Come what may, we will not change our naturality for anything ,

Thus we will always remain Productive, Creative, and Real. 

                                                                                       Thank you ,

                                                                                                           Avinash Ranjan.

What a strange man he was.

What strange man he was :
what a peculiar man, indeed.

Some times he was as soothing as love songs ,
and at times he was hammer and tongs .

He used to tell the poor
that our days can change.
And to the affluent
that nothing can stop us from taking our revenge.

He used to tell all the splendors of life
that i can forsake you .
And to all the prohibitions
that  I can break you .
And to the mighty opposition he used to tell
that I can shake you .

To the dreams he used to tell,
my dear I will make you come true .
And to each and every desirable passion
I can achieve you, if  i can construe.
No matter how far you go away from me
I will chase you; any distance I will travel through.

He used to tell his life
darling ,you to me are adorable.
You can ask me for the impossible
and i will get you the impossible.

He used to tell the human beings
"love thy enemy" .
who will save this decaying world,
if not you; if not me.

To all the difficulties, sorrows, vicissitudes, and pains he used to tell,
I will vanquish you one day .
One day this world will bid you farewell.
But I, I am a different story.
The eyes which have dreams :the hearts who know how to throb
The arms with strength:the lips which can afford a few words.
I will remain forever in their memory .
When I am long gone from here.

Wasn't he a strange man ?
A strange man indeed?

I am not alone today

I am also not alone today:
there is melancholy,there is ache there is gloom.
do not i have company in every form, in every way?

There is a reticent evening star in the firmament,
then there is a memory well nigh but still distant.
and they are my pillars of strength.

There is a turbid deep river,
some foot marks, well lost, are also there.

To let the boat sail free;
to break the anchor quickly;
to take a turn extraordinary.
there is a feeling
joyful ,peculiar
baseless and somber.

It's not only love,my friend,
that the waves to the sand send.
a thirst is also brought to the shore that's unquenchable.
and that makes our lives beautiful,
like  winsome oil paintings
painted on us ,the human beings.

I am also not alone today;
there is melancholy,there is ache,there is gloom.
do not i have company in every form, in every way.

I am also not alone today.