Its not about how much distance you travel and surely not about where you have reached .What is more important is from where you began.That is the reference point to measure your success or failure..of your achievement and accomplishment.The hurdles you have crossed is far more crucuial than the distance you have ran.and then there is the all-powerful-king named "LUCK" that can make or break your effort with a blink of the eye and you realise how miserable and helpless you are.And they say " Results are rewarded efforts are not."

In this uneven biased race of life we often found ourselves in the mire of uncalled inequalities for which we don't have an answer..inequalities that are dumped upon us like an evil curse...Our little footsteps yet to make a proper impression on the ground are bound by the shackles of inequalities that cripple us when all we want is to to sprint through the lanes of hope and aspirations. The snake-like ropes of birth..the chains of filthy upbringing and the demeaning society wrest away from us every bit of space and opportunity to grow, leaving us on our own when what we needed is a hand that would guide us through the tortuous path of life.And the misery doesn't end there...there are inequalities of caste..inequalities of religion...inequalities of race..inequalities of every human vice that has creeped up in all these years of so called "human civilization"..the list never ends.

We conquer one...the next one looms large like a rapacious dark silhoutte marching with all vengeance to thwart our efforts to salvage some precious moments of success.Our starry dreams and sunny aspirations are gobblled up in no time by the dark gigantic blackhole that kills off any signs of light.

But then we are creatures of indefatigable resilience.. The same ONE who creates these inequalities has given us optimism as the ultimate weapon to fight every obstacle that pegs back our quest.
The greater and firmer the obstacles..the grander is the fight..the bigger is the outcome.. the stronger becomes our faith in ourselves as we conquer it.

Imagine a world without any inequalities.. plight..dissent..struggle or fight...really difficult to concieve and impossible to live in.Because these are the stones standing upon which we could measure how high we have climbed...and how far we have traveled.Everything that is smooth is not always safe.Troubles act as speed breaker, halting our journey time and again, to have a look our ability and direction...to measure the intensity of the wind that blows past us insinuating our senses of the unpredictability of nature and to prop up our faith and courage in our abilities to see through the tide no matter how high it is.

I might fail..there is every chance of it..while other might just ride through the storm but fight i must with all my courage.Getting defeated with dignity comes next to winning with pride.What matters most is my attitude and thinking when i am up there eye-to eye..head-to head against these unseen forces that  take any shape and colour or even without it.The sun might be scorching..the darkness might be crawling..the rains might be pouring forth..you have to be there..fighting with grit and determination till the last drop of life crawls though your feet to sink in the lap of mother earth.
Your fight might be over but the legend would be as fresh as the morning sun...encompassing a brand new hope and ambition for your future generation.Die you must..anyday.. anyhow..but ensure it is your body on which the other keep up their pedestals so that they could see beyond the obstacles and prepare themselves for the next big one.The essence of our lives aren't measured on how much we have achieved but  what we have left for our future generations.The story of every soldier is legendary..whether he dies in a world war or a street fight.

Let the wise to think,
the brilliant to create
for I am not one of them
A mere mortal with a tiny pot of intellect.
A little bit of downpour and it gets filled up
for anything else to come in.
Not that wise to think beyond the unseen,
Not sagacious to create beyond the tangible.
I feel secure in my own little space
sorrounded by my own little seeds of creation.
My world is filled with lot many questions
without any answer
All that we boast of seems nothing to me
Huge building...fast fliers...gigantic robots,
All the drawings we have created on the canvas of nature
some aesthetic,some sensous,
some pleasant and beautiful..a few so so.
but none seem to be happy and smiling,
crippled by the very creation to go beyond the canvas..
Deep indulged in our own creative dexterity..
every brick we used in our house is destroying it..
as hedonism has pervaded the human mind.

Deep veneration for the all-pervasive nature
for still holding the canvas tight and bright..
in hope its child will ever think beyond its paintings.
As the drawings get puzzled and muzzled
the patience giving way to outrage..
as so many examples have clearly demonstrated
how helpless we are as our world gets trampled with a little frown of the nature
realise we should soon the ephemeral existence of
all those painting sans the canvas.
Long live mother nature.

Walking under the glaring sun,

With a heavy heart and puzzled mind,

Of lost confidence and buried dreams...I feel

Sometimes the earth sliping past my feet.

 the sky seems beyond my vision..

the rain no more excites me..

the spring has lost its passion.

Jinxed and perplexed..I roam around..

Wandering in a world so happy and gay,

I crave for some tender words people would say..

but the dream seems an unreal un..

like finding stars in a clear noon.

Tired and forlorn

I retreat back to my couch..

Through the window pane in my dimlit room

I watch the night sky dazzling with stars

like shining pearls around the neck 

I close my eyes and pray..Oh God..

There is no dearth of love and life in your world..

but me a cursed soul..never found it together.