UNTOLD STORIES

 

Look around, there are stories everywhere

Stories that need to be told

Stories that need to be seen.

Stories about love, stories about gain,

Stories about tragedy, stories about pain.

 

Somewhere in the corner a poet is

Writing poems about his dead daughter.

A little girl is exchanging her candies for flowers

To give to her father who will go to the war.

 

A socially isolated man is screaming

That  his glorious past is unseen.

And a blind man is imagining the colours

He has never seen.

 

The most famous surgeon of the town

Was not always famous.

And the singer of yester years

Is no more famous.

 

A millionaire is turned into beggar

And a beggar into millionaire.

A teenager is teaching the poor

After her hectic routine at the school.

 

While we are searching for a single inspiration.

Thousands of stories are untold

Unnamed heroes live among us

The stories are yet to be told.

The truth is yet to be spoken.

 

Stand awhile, close your eyes

Listen to those untold stories

They are being narrated

By the gossipy wind that passes by.

Just pen them down

And it will be a work of art.

 

 

(I wrote this poem for my school magazine)

Marriage Isn’t For You

Very well written!

Seth Adam Smith

Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.

Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.

I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.

Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?

Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.

Perhaps each…

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Inside The Mind of A Bibliophile.

One of my article which was published is a local newspaper.

Smell of my City

It is not the world’s most pleasant smell,

But I have known this smell for very long.

This smell is so much dear to me

This smell keeps me sane and happy,

It means so much to me.

 

It is not pleasant to many, but is love to me.

I get this when I travel in buses or on the road.

This smell is of freedom.

This is the smell of my city.

 

 

Last Flashback

When I close my eyes I want to see myself as a fighter.

 

They say your life flashes before your eyes

Moments before you die.

The memories shouldn’t be only of the happy times,

It should be of prickles as well as the petals.

My last day I should be accompanied by memories I do not regret.

I should be known to the world as a warrior, just as I should be.

 

I want to die royally, welcoming death with honour and respect 

Instead of fear and blame.

And I will die with honour and respect.

 

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I WILL WRITE WHAT TO WANT ME TO WRITE 2.0

I am HUNGRY to write, but I need topics.

Again a friendly request to comment topics that you might want me to write about.   

Last time I got only one topic, and my last poem was about that topic. But now I am longing to write and I need topics or themes.  So go on, I WILL WRITE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO WRITE.

I’ll try replying to every comment, it might take a bit of time but you know I will surely write.

My New Book

I turned a new leaf of my life.

I am writing a book with new chapters and characters.

I am not the protagonist but it’s my point of view.

I am the narrator of this story.

It is not a story you can read and laugh about.

Not a story that will make you cry.

Not a story of shipwreck or thunder,

Nor of lost love or anger.

No wizards or aliens, nothing extraordinary.

It’s a story about an ordinary person.

It’s a story about me.

I WILL WRITE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO WRITE.

I know that I don’t have a big fan following or something ,but just for change I WILL WRITE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO WRITE. You just comment about a topic, theme or anything. I’ll try to write a poem on any one of the topics.  

This will be a good practice for me, and if this is appreciated I might regularize it.

SO I AM WAITING.

Thank You

The Charioteer.

More than alive

Body is aching.

I am sweating.

Feet are bleeding.

But lord I have never felt more than alive.

They broke my bones, tore my flesh.

My fight kept my soul alive, I’ve never been more alive.

I have a letter in my hand, few bucks in the pocket.

They do not matter. But the fight was my flight.

I have never been more alive.

I built my confidence in one day,just one day.

I love being alive. 

I love the fight.

I love being alive.