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May 04

Just a spark of light

I know I have been pretty irregular in updating my blog. Forgive me for it but its a bit hectic with my post graduation and all.
I'm back in Mumbai for 2 and a 1/2 months for my summer placements and will go back to Ahmedabad in last week of June. I was at my home cleaning up my shelfs and I got my hands on a poem which I had written a year back but had misplaced it. I'm just posting it here..

I'm so caged in this unbarred world,
There's no sound, not even a word,
No bars, No walls & still I'm locked,
The words are quiet, the thoughts are blocked,
There is no light, not even a spark,
I'm totally lost in this world so dark,
There;s dark within, there's dark without,
No one to hear even if I shout,
I shout, I yell, I hurt, I bruise,
I try to overcome but I just lose,
There's so much of noise within this quiet,
Everything's black within this white,
I cannot survive this deafening silence,
I cannot overcome this invisible fence,
Why only me? Why me out of all?
As I begin to walk, why do I fall?
Protect me, help me, find me, save me,
Don't let this darkness come & enslave me,
I have gone numb, I feel no pain,
Why do they hurt me, what will they gain?
Is this dark my blindness or just a sleep,
It's hurt me and bruised me, really really deep,
I'll give all my knowledge, my riches, my might,
Just a spark of light, Just a spark of light...

- Priyank Shah

I hope to be much more regular on this blog...

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February 08

I'm back

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.

If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.

If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.

If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.

So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief............

May 02

The trick to winning

No one is beat till he quits,
No one is through till he stops,
No matter how hard Failure hits,
No matter how often he drops,
A fellow's not down till he lies
In the dust and refuses to rise.
Fate can slam him and bang him around,
And batter his frame till he's sore,
But she never can say that he's downed
While he bobs up serenely for more.
A fellow's not dead till he dies,
Nor beat till no longer he tries.
~Edgar Guest

April 14

Free...At Last

My exams are on so I am not posting anything new, just posting a poem of mine which I had posted long time back....I want comments from people who have not commented on this one...

Free...At Last

My life was nothing,
But sheer enslavement,
Even a free breath,
Would be big achievement,
Who was I a slave to?
I myself don't know,
I couldn’t find a way,
Nor a place to go,
I seemed to be free,
I was tied by none.
But yet I was a slave,
To millions, not one,
Now I’m chained,
In this false city of relations,
Everywhere I see,
I just view new expectations,
I try to break free,
But all in vain,
I have everything to lose,
And nothing to gain,
And then I’m bonded,
In this world of materials,
Where I’m the serf,
And cravings are imperials,
But then I’m even trapped,
In my own edge of thought,
I try to break free,
But again I’m caught,
I don't know where to run,
I have no place to hide,
No one cares for me,
Nobody is by my side,
Now everyone is sad,
But I am in glee,
Because six feet under,
I feel I’m free…

January 26

Let me Die

Sitting blankly, staring at sky,
In my thoughts, I wonder why,
Why do I need this purposeless run?
Why is every work supposed to be done?
So much of pain, so much of weaning,
Does this lifeless life have a meaning?
Worthless targets and useless goals,
Living corpses with dying souls,
No friend to embrace, no foes to fight,
Nothing is wrong, nor is it right,
No thoughts, no desires, no purpose, no will,
No mind to think, no heart to feel,
Every moment a scar, every moment a death,
Fake smiles on face when eyes are wet,
What is the use of this worthless survival?
No hope is left, no chance of revival,
I want to die just once, not again and again,
Kill me for once, just a one time pain,
Don't ask me the reason, don't ask me why,
Just let me die, just let me die…

-Priyank Shah

By the way, Happy Independence Day, Jai Hind

October 31

A Martyr's Last Letter

CHALA GAYA JO MAIN TO AANSOO NA TUM BAHANA,
ARTHI PE AKAR MERI SHRADDHA SUMAN CHADHANA,

LAGTA HO SWACHCHH TUMKO LEKIN KAFAN HAI RAKTIM,
AB DOOR JA RAHA HOON YATRA YEHI HAI ANTIM

HAIN AB BHI PRAN MERE KARGIL KE SARD RAN MEIN
JEEVIT HOON MAIN ABHI BHI , MATRI BHU KE HAR KAN MEIN,

HAI RAN SE DOOR MERA CHHOTA SA EK BASERA
PARIVAAR HAI VAHAN PAR JO TAKTA HAI MARG MERA,

US PARIVAAR MEIN:-
" EK MAA HAI MERI JISNE JANM MUJHKO DIYA HAI
IS MATRI BHU KI KHATIR ARPAN MUJHE KIYA HAI

EK BAAP HAI MERA JISKI AANKHON KA MAIN HU TARA
KARTAVYA BODH DEKAR JISNE RAN MEIN MUJHE UTARA

BEHNO SE AAJ MAINE RAKHI KA HAQ HAI CHHINA
MERE BHAIYON KA GARV SE CHAUDA HUA HAI SINA

KEHTE THE FAUJI MUJHKO SAB YAAR DOST MERE
KAISE KATENGE TUJH BIN MERE SHAAM AUR SAVERE

EK VO BHI HAI JISKE SAPNO MEIN MAIN HU ATA
ARMAAN THA YE USKA KI USKI MAANG MAIN SAJATA

UMMEDEIN SARI UNKI MAIN TODE JA RAHA HOON
BAS YAADO KE SAHARE SAB CHHODE JA RAHA HOON

GARV HAI MUJHE KINTU KI BALIDAAN MAIN HUA HOON
AMRATVA MAINE PAYA BHALE NISHPRAN MAIN HUA HOON

YEH DESH DHARM HAI MERA YEH DESH SWABHIMAAN HAI
TIRANGA JISKA KAFAN BANE KYA AAM WO INSAAN HAI?

TIRANGA JISKA KAFAN BANE KYA AAM WO INSAAN HAI ?

October 11

Kam Hai

Kam Hai

Aa bhi jaao ke Zindagi kam hai,
Tum nahi ho to har khushi kam hai...

Vaada karke bhi yeh kaun nahi aaya,
Is sheher mein aaj roshni kam hai...

jaane kya ho gaya hai mausam ko,
dhoop zyada hai, chandni kam hai...

Aaina dekhkar yeh khayal aaya,
Tumse naa milne par taazgi kam hai...

Jaane kyun fizao ne rukh badal diya,
Aaj-kal unki dosti kam hai...

Tumhare dar par hum intezaar mein hai,
khuda ke ghar mein aaj bandagi kam hai...

yaad rakhna mujhe "benaam" hi sahi,
Pehchaan ke liye saari Zindagi kam hai...

- Priyank "Benaam" Shah

September 23

After a long time...

I just thought to stop blogging cuz not many people responded to my posts, but then I realized, what the heck, I am doing this for myself, not for others to read. Also, even if some, few people read and acknowledge it, I guess my work is done.
I was nto looking for praises or appreciations, just comments. Wanted to know where cud I improve, how was my work, do I need to change something, but then , I guess its fine....

So here it goes after a long time...

They tell me I'm better off as one

But they don't feel the pain
They walk hand and hand into the sun
I stand alone in the rain

They tell me the problems
They argue, they fight
But they always have someone
To hold in the night

They have each other to love
I have myself to despise
They have someone to kiss and to hug
All I have are the tears in my eyes

Alone I mumble
Alone I call
Alone I stumble
Alone I fall
Alone I wake
Alone I sleep
Alone I remain
Alone I weep

Alone is half but never whole
Alone is a body without a soul

Alone is dark
Together is light
Together is peace
Alone is fright
Together is young
Alone is old
Together is warm
But I am cold

Alone, my whole life has gone
But I don't want to die alone

- Priyank Shah

I would appreciate comments, but its fine if I dont get them...

July 23

In search of identity

Well,

I expected some comments on the last post, not for me, but for my friend, Neways, here's my next post...

IN SEARCH OF IDENTITY

Walking aimlessly, on this untrodden path,
Lost in the thoughtless world unknown,
No friend, no foe, nowhere to go,
Just wandering for identity of my own,

For who am I, I myself dont know,
A friend, a son, and a lot more to all,
I am a lot but still I'm not,
I blindly respond to each and every call,

Where do I go? whom do I tell?
where will I find? whom do I ask?
For everyone seems as aimless as me,
everyone enduring a worthless task,

I have no identity, who am I?
For theydont even know what is my name,
I've a lot of skill and even some talent,
But without my identity, how do I get fame?

I just have a request, or maybe a plea,
There is nothing more than this I crave,
When I die and rest in peace, engrave,
'in search of identity' on my grave...
- Priyank Shah

July 02

Joint Effort

This poem is written by me and my friend Neha. We just kept on collecting our thoughts and this poem was created. as this is her 1st effort and so, please give some special appreciation to her, if possible.

So, here it goes.

Life is a long journey, with roads untrodden,

where each one is a traveller, looking for a companion,

though he finds many, but none as pure as his soul,

so, he chooses to walk alone, alone to reach his goal,

but then he needs someone to push him towards his goal,

And the eternal search begins, to make his life whole,

And this is where his life begins to change,

suddenly known places, start looking strange,

where his eyes speak and heart cries,

he cannot find the perfect friend, however hard he tries,

His innocent soul doesn't know the practicality of life,

So it keeps on wandering, to find just pain and grief,

which makes him realise that he is ditched,

but every experience makes him enriched,

and this way he learn to live life, to travel the journey,

to find his way through nights, and even days sunny,

and this makes him sure, there is no end to pain,

there is no longer sun for him, only soggy rain,

and he loves this rain to hide his tears,

how long does he have to survive with this fears?

but then at the horizon, he saw a bright view,

as he went closer, he found that it was you,

all hurt, and bruised and tortured and wet,

he finally found you, the best he could get,

and then he knew, he was no more alone ever,

cuz he had now found, friend forever...

- Neha Shavdia & Priyank

June 15

Aaina

The Credit to this entry goes to "Pratima"...the khubsuratsapne girl. She gave this beautiful beginning to me 'aaine mein yeh chehra' n I just continued typing my feelings which poured immediately after reading the line. Within less than 10 minutes, this is what I wrote. Well...tell me how it is...

Aaina

aaine mein yeh chehra, aaj-kal kyun alag sa dikhta hai,