No hurdle would be so effective that can stop us in our way... if we have faith in us and we believe that we are right...

“I’m Right”

Forgetting the sound, that howls around;

And eyes, those standing against of you…

When you choose your way unlike to crowd;

And destiny of upcoming journey too…

You move your steps and put them across;

Knowing that stones will sharp in way…

And sound will rise, would sharper than those;

But; yet you keep your fearness away…

You walk through miles, without the gains;

And find that toes are even being red…

You fill that color into your veins;

To force them that let you moving ahead…

You fall around thousands times in hour;

But keep your smile, even in pain…

And take every fall, as a bounty you score;

And promise yourself to never score it again…

You see your path, by lighting your soul;

In Cimmerian nights, where dreams are dark…

Or melt yourself in the burning coal;

To become a bow and hit the mark…

When it’s all you do, to just for Just;

But never to be known in people’s sight…

And stand against the world at base of trust;

Because you believe, at the point… I’m Right!!!

ABHAY KUMAR

11-1-12

Limits are not, what we assume somtimes... these are far beyond. Depends on our will-power... My Poem "Despair" is an conversation b/w me and a young tree...

   "Despair"

I went through words in a winter’s eve...

To a young tree, seemed, to fall soon...

I asked, if you want some revival drops...

Before you sucked by the cold moon...

He opened eyes by hearing that.

“I’ve not so wishes before my Gone,

Striving is not I’ve fallen in Despair...

You’ll see, I’m breathing an Another Dawn.” 

abhay kumar

11-12-11

A howling crowd vs. A faith...

Remembering a lesson of my school days, when I read, the Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher. In which he wrote “Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob… and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.” It’s certainly true that, it is so easy and may be exciting to shout in crowd but to face bullets standing in front of that, and yet maintain a dignity. Of course all I’m talking about the dance performance from MBA dept. in an event of my college. Although they wouldn’t be able to mark a place over there, but the way they turned the shouting of the crowd into clapping and cheering was really commendable.

 The people who were hooting and discouraging them from the crowd on their coming, ultimately stood to give a big hand on their finish. Well it made me to recite the lines of my poem…

“He (God) told me the way is yet to cross…

To see the pain with end in sight…

In End you’ll see a valley of rose...

The End I told; its forever bright…”

And it’s actually true if you have faith in our self…then “you turn them into milestones, the stones people throw at you.”  

My poem "INSIDE"; although all we r drone somewhere in darkness but some inspirations always give us a call to START WITH NEW BEGINNINGS...that's how God is Inside us

"INSIDE"

Itself they (eyes) were closed slowly.

When I asked to see Inside...

There were Just guilt and sins around.

Was nothing, Just dark and dark; besides.

I moved the curtains that bled to dark.

Perhaps a ray may have left somewhere.

But hopes had fall, with tears and all.

Oh god! I had done just sins forever.

Never withdraw... in any situation... must be somewhere you'll find a way... trust in God and so as in yourself:)

"THE END"

In the glow of the day; there,

I saw the dark of night.

No way could I find anywhere.

Nor God did steer me to fight.

Nobody was awake to play the role,

In the city of love the fame and light.

The zombies were crying from well of coal,

No flame could light to shine bright.