POEM NO 50:- RED PRISON

BDAY MONTH for my blog. Well it has not been a blog its been a journey for me. I started writing poems from std 10th and then slowly slowly it became a medium to transfer my thoughts and my thinking. It all started from little rhymes and then small sms and which converted in the form of poems.

"THE GREAT BEAUTY OF POETRY IS THAT IT MAKES EVREYTHING AROUND US INTERESTING "-john keats

What a great saying by great love poet.I was good in writing from my childhood and really dont know when i started picked up my hobby of writing, i also started writing my daily diary and keeping tracks of everyday life. But don't know somehow the engineering pressure rised above my daily habit and stopped me from writing it. I don't know why do people start making speculation about a person once he or she starts writing poems or that sort of things.

Well too much about me ,maybe i was getting  much of emotional. But friends i just think that at times life is monotonous and you can never get a real meaning to it, what i learned from my life is  "ADD LIFE TO YEARS AND NOT YEARS TO LIFE"

I know  its been a lot of time when i wrote my last poem or post, but i was not ready to write anything. It had been terrific 5 months for the year of death 2012 :) . It started with my friends in mumbai on 1st jan and then my 4th semester started. It was overall the same thing for me in this months. In fact like many of the things i had gave up on my blog too. You can say that i am good on starting or beginning the things but somehow i am not able to continue with it. I started learning guitar and stopped it.I played TT and forgot it. Well there is always something in all of us which we need or want to change somehow.I finally broke down without any reason only because i was finding life boring at times. And at times i was on CLOUD 9 considering myself as the luckiest person on the earth. That is human being or you can say "ASPIRING FINDER".

"YOU TEND TO HATE YOUR LIFE ONLY TO FIND THAT ITS BEAUTIFUL"

LIFE IS INDEED BEAUTIFUL BUT FACT IS ALL THINGS COMES WITH CONDITIONS.

"ITS THE HEART WHICH TAKES THE PAIN AND ITS THOSE EYES WHICH FEELS IT."

So what i meant to say here was the reason for this kind of life.we know its kind of uncertain. At times i was deeply in love of life and somehow had to halve the life.The reason for it is the ego,proud. The typical thinking that " I am something.." which helps you to commit sin and then you are left bewildered . Now you start considering yourself and life the culprit.Its the two branches of life just like two meanings of word wreath a circular garland(  a sign of celebration, victory ) and that circular smoke in fret (a sign of destruction,pain).Its the courage of breaking heart which leads to the destruction.The tears are felt by two eyes and the pain by the heart.

Well I finally completed my poem NO-50. Ya i have wrote pretty less here but i keep writing in my mobile , diaries and class notes the best time pass in lectures.Life of me, you and everyone is just about that prison . yes prison behind the RED BLOOD THATS that HEART ... OR YOU CAN SAY ...:-

                                        RED PRISON

EMBRACED BY THE LOVE FOR LIFE,

MY LIFE GOT HALVED WITH A KNIFE.

SMELLING THE AROMA OF WIN

I STARTED COMMITTING SIN.

BEING ENGRAVED IN GRAVE,

NOTHING WAS LEFT EXCEPT TO CRAVE.

A LITTLE SPACE WAS THERE TO BREATH,

LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A DEAD BODY IN COFFIN.

ITS THIS DICHOTOMY OF LIFE WHICH LEADS TO WREATH,

AT TIMES ITS GARLAND, ELSE ITS SMOKE IN FRET.

ITS THIS MOXIE OF BREAKING HEART IN SMALL FLAKE,

WHICH HAS BROUGHT ALL THIS WRATH AND WRECK.

THE DARKNESS BEYOND THOSE RED WALLS,

AND THE TEARS IN THOSE TWO WATER BOWLS.

ARE REASONS ENOUGH TO FEEL THE PAIN,

IT IS THIS DEXTERITY SEEN IN EVERY OTHER BEING.

THE CONFUSING SOUL HAS AMBIGUOUS REASONS,

BUT REAL CULPRIT IS THAT KALEIDOSCOPIC THING BEYOND RED PRISON..

:-( ;-(

"There is this skill in every human being to feel the  misery , agony and pain which has thousands of reasons"

The real culprit for all this kind of things is that thing beyond red colored walls but the one changing patterns in kaleidoscopic   yes HEART........ ITS THIS HEART.............

-ASPIRING FINDER FROM RED PRISON

-PARTH SANGHANI :)