By Being A Difference

Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts

Saturday, November 9, 2013

THE HIDDEN PAIN

It’s a about a joyful sorrow,
It’s not what it seems,
Knows about his black tomorrow,
Under a bright sun beam


The tears are not seen,
But the eyes are totally wet,
Never seems to be mean,
Thinks, nothing he would get,






Treats himself like crowd,
That never got a name,
May be wants to cry loud,
Thinks, “I have lost the game”



I would wish to tell the soul,
Things are never the same,
Spread love and be happy,
Just be a Hall of fame.
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Friday, August 16, 2013

Changes in My Life

I wrote these lines after i reviewed myself 



My life was going fine….
With no faults and no crime …
I would be happy at any cost ….
But didn't realize that I was lost.
I had so many friends around,
Who used to charge me in the ground.
Gautam Sehgal

A day I realized, I m being bullied,
Life’s so harsh, I was still pleased.
I framed my pain and made a phrase,
Used to ask, Will I win d Race?
Suddenly life went on another track,
I asked my self, is this another stack?




Months passed and so on years,
Felt lonely with no tears.
I continued writing, and expected to be praised,
But you know what!  It was going waste…
I have a friend, who boosted my moral,
The one who told me, “Hey that’s your Level”.
Gautam Sehgal

We have never met, but we do share,
And slowly it happened, life got easier.
I thank God, for all his blessings,
Well that’s life, an unpredictable thing.
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Sunday, June 9, 2013

A LAZY MORNING

Broken dreams sometimes make us smile.


AT “5” in the morning
I woke up with a smile,
With a plan pre-planned
To travel for miles.

Was yawning a lot
With my home in my thought,
Was dark outside
And my pray to God.

Now it was “6”
With sun shining on the shed,
But my sweet elder bro
Was still on the bed.

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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

JOY IN PAIN


The time on our wrist,
Is always ahead from us
What’s going behind the mist!
Is all what we discuss.

Looking out of window,
We see the vacant chairs,
Seems lonely being kept alone,
Having nothing they could show.

Many are kept inside,
They feel they are lucky,
They feel it’s a pride
Still many are kept aside.










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