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Life and its Purpose


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When I started I thought “I’m lost”.

But when things started to make sense, I felt there isn’t anything as good as”being lost”.

Days passed by and I realized there isn’t a destination so how could one get “lost”.

Contemplating, if life is to be taken serious stuck my head “hard”.

With intricate and meaningful yet void thoughts.

I wandered in a vain search for motive which again wasn’t my motive at all.

Felt everything which crossed my way and few which were pretty across.

In search of something which never had a form yet real but not physical and definite.

I fell in love or I think I did, which again is neither a feeling to be attached nor to get you feel desolated.

Love wasn’t a person or place.

Love with little deeds of fallacy and day to day comforts.

With an unheard, abstract and unobtrusive undertone,

I have a complete turmoil, an inter-conflicting battle in my head.

They say, the biggest battles are fought and won in solitude.

I do that in the silence of the mind.

I beg not be heard, neither to be tried.

It isn’t a just to underlay my thoughts and go for the superficial life outside.

I need to go and follow my unfinished dreams which will always remain that way.

The day I finish them,

It would either be for for comforting my mind or owing to the fact that I lost myself

In trying to be just and finding valid answers for life and its purpose.

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Life is about learning and learning doesn’t comes from staying safe


Contemplating isn’t a bliss, it’s a curse which gets you crazy with not so plausible ideas.
Yet, it’s the beginning of a phase which shall change your”Life and Perception”bit by bit into better or worse.
It does guarantee an objective, but then aren’t we scared of objectives ?!
Yes, we are.
Being scared and running away doesn’t change anything, better get hurt and fail badly than do nothing and still fall apart. Image

A Perfectly Imperfect Me


Contemplating, thinking and reminding.
Contemplating, thinking and reminding.

Every day I grow Stronger and better than yesterday,

But in the course I also lose a little of me every day, in the pursuit of being the best.

I shed my original being to be someone.

Why not take a shed, lay back and enjoy what I cannot be.

Appreciate people rather being envious.

An odd day with a realistic realization that I cannot be everything and everyone.

There are times and always will be, when I’ll be frustrated at the failures and imperfections of being me.

That is why I mimic, imitate and follow someone for a little appreciation that would have no significance on my tomorrow.

Even if it has to do, what is the point of being successful (or) du I call it better version of someone?

Why to mask the original me? Who I bet no one else can be.

Why to lose such uniqueness of being someone whose divinity and uniqueness cannot be rightly penned down?

Why to be an adulterated version of an imperfect someone?

Why aren’t all humans clones? If that was to be the purpose of being on this planet.

May be I know the answer of all these questions, but then why do I even need the answers?

Is not life supposed to be an entity perhaps a process which needs to have an objective?

Why do I chase such questions, if there can be only one possible end.

Doesn’t a singular objective make life a fact and not answers to mind’s fuzzy questions?

I can contemplate all day and write about it.

But does that provide me a constant state of mind or even an answer?

Let’s face it, One day I’ll be famous and rich,

But will I be me?

Ten years down when I read it,

I hope I don’t regret of being a copy or a version of someone who has pre-existed.

I so want to be me, a failure of few times but still a perfectly imperfect me.

Death is inexplicable


Death , the ultimate truth of life . Live life as if there is no tomorrow !

Dhiraj Kumar Singh

Death is such an irreplaceable and an inexplicable feeling. One who has never had a loved one depart would never understand. I personally fall in one such category. It was a havoc seeing my friend cry and weep over his dad’s death. I have never realized an emotion as true as that. His entire family depending on the old man now cries over their uncertainty, missing all the glorified days of togetherness. I guess that’s what death does. It doesn’t just take our loved ones away from us but also gives rise to memories which would always remain in the mind bringing sour and haunting uncertainties .

I wish I could live forever and this wish of mine brings inhibitions, a lot of inhibitions. It doesn’t let me take risk and stops me exploring my ghosts. In spite of all the negatives which death brings, it does teach us one…

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HappY Friendship DaY


When everything in life takes a toll ,
What stands holdin us strong nd tall ?

When d journey called life goes no whr ,
what keeps our senses seemingly hopeful n aware ?

Remember the times when we had no whr 2 go aft d nite hangouts
thr was dis guy waitin 4r us al nite .

When our love lives took a complete troll against us,
who held our hand n cried together wid us ?

We thank the shopkeeper who charges us for d provision we bought ,
But have we thanked the guy who throws flakes of kindness @ us without ny thought ?

Everytime i see i’m losing ,
he stands thr n smiles sayin it jus a passin phase nd nothing .

No wrds wud ever be enuf to say ,
haw important they hav been 4r us .

Someday in life we may move apart ,
But still , i knw u’l b thr 4r me wid no expectations cart .

Those treats for flunkin d exams occupy d sweetest of memories evr,
mre dan the biggest of my victories .

The mst imp thing in life is finding love ,
it is sed tat its rarely found .
But who cares when we have a bunch of idiots fooling around nd never 4r a minute making us realise dis flaw in our lives .

One day wen i hav a kid ,
I’l preach him jus one thing ,
That never in life give up on ur “FRIENDS” 4r nything .
They may evn nt b thr 2 help u out of a crisis
but they’l always b thr wen u are broken ,
when thr’s a sharper bend
To help u navigate to a better nd a deserving destination .
Because a friend is one who knows yo mre dan u wud evr knw urself . Image

Constructive Power !


Have you ever wondered what the early daylight says to us when it peeps through the train’s gateway having a poetic pattern yet no uniform pattern or not a pattern at all, to the way it convenes itself to us. It sings a song of freedom, that true liberty lies being curbed sometimes. The gigantic fire ball, sun could burn the entire universe but still it does not giving a perfect example of how power which is not corruptive is constructive to an entire range of living beings from tiny micros to gigantic macros . It doesn’t distinguish among its people, it is us who have partitioned the universe; to the further even our own kind into rich, poor, religion biases and etc. This Planet of ours gets light regardless of any biases yet we humans overlook this small detail of the almighty and fight over his name for selfish benefits. Hope we learn our lessons from the sun’s abstract yet definite poetry of power which displays the true fundamentals of building an organised structure of ethereal quality.

Friends For Life !


 It’s really astonishing when I look back at those five days. About two hundred unknown faces sitting next to each other and then someone cracks an ultimate joke n all the sullen faces light up. Sweet abuses fill up the conversations and begins relationships which may prolong for some for a life time. Then life has its own way of separating sweethearts. Few of the only known faces you brought with you are screened out and now you’re destined to stay with twenty nine idiots who are grandly referred as ‘GENTLEMEN’ completely different from each other yet compassionately adaptable and willing to embrace each other despite being competitors. Wishing each other success without the slightest of envy in the heart. Few with their aspirations and hope lying in the next few day’s result and few like me for a crash course on ‘if this’s destined to be me ‘. GTO’s and all the different to remember test drills come to an end. The last few hours of the starting of a life time bonding regardless of the results, still occupied with ‘behan nd maa ki’ abuses but taking nothing to the heart.  Wishing everyone luck and praying for each other’s success at the same time ready and strong enough to embrace the result whatever it might be. Strongest of the young people land here and they more than anyone else know that there has always been a chance and not hitting into the target is the setting of a better and higher target. Life just pause doesn’t come to an end. Between the moment of nervousness and ultimate chest numbers to be declared still goes on d ‘maa ki n behaan ki’ abuses, happy faces all around. A bi spectacled guy comes up and gives the usual bla bla speech and announces the result, only two in out of the twenty nine super humans. Haven’t lost anything, just have given way to two really aspiring and deserving people chance to prove themselves. Hugs n teary abuses again , shouting at the ex-fellow mates  and now subjected with  a new but really boring term ‘recommended’ to make the chance count and better hit the bull’s eye just because we really need to see you there . Few of the best moments of life come at the most boring of places and this one at army selection center, Allahabad.Image

Death is inexplicable


Death is such an irreplaceable and an inexplicable feeling. One who has never had a loved one depart would never understand. I personally fall in one such category. It was a havoc seeing my friend cry and weep over his dad’s death. I have never realized an emotion as true as that. His entire family depending on the old man now cries over their uncertainty, missing all the glorified days of togetherness. I guess that’s what death does. It doesn’t just take our loved ones away from us but also gives rise to memories which would always remain in the mind bringing sour and haunting uncertainties .

I wish I could live forever and this wish of mine brings inhibitions, a lot of inhibitions. It doesn’t let me take risk and stops me exploring my ghosts. In spite of all the negatives which death brings, it does teach us one big lesson that that like life it’s unforgiving and ruthless.

I know I’m deviating but then this comparison adds up to the value of this write-up. Death, no matter how horrifying it is. It is better than our democratic system. It has no reservations and is a perfect egalitarian leaving no distinction to survive between castes, religion or in an arguable case even “age” .

In fact it does not in any way has reservations for the living. Some lives which exist in untold miseries are left to survive and the survival in itself is worse than the death. Perhaps these are the “ruthless ways” of life, the pretty sibling of death !!

Life and death both like playing games, when you think you have just survived and a whisk of cool breeze blows over your cheeks, the very next moment something horrible happens. The death of your loved one takes you to unexplainable trans fixation which in no way is better than your own death . That’s what I meant, the frolics of the siblings. One shows you light while the other pulls you away from it.  In clearer terms, life and death are not questionable entities affecting life in a way which can never be explained through words.

It not only destroys life but with that it also leaves behind an empty hollow in the hearts and minds of our loved one which in itself is intolerable .If the soul of the dead person could see the happenings from the heavens it would question God his theory of giving misery to people who worship him and treat him with the ultimatum on what has he done to the people who have worshiped him throughout their lives.

I saw it in my friend’s mother’s eyes that how it feels to lose someone with whom you have seen the “ups and downs” of life and how it feels when a father dies without seeing his son handing  him his first self and hard earned salary. He would have felt proud seeing his family love him so much, he would have felt boastful seeing the crowd which gathered at his funeral, he would have loved seeing his son having a great bunch of friends who feel equally evoked at his friend’s tough time. But All that ‘he would’ are just not possible. Even the greatest of miracles cannot bring him to life.

I see it in the old man’s eyes, he feels equally sad and responsible for his family. His dead eyes speaks of the volumes of love he had for them. It speaks of the darkness which his demise has brought. It also speaks of the bright dawn which follows the darkness. Now my friend, his son has to take responsibilities. Even the greatest of frolickers become responsible when something drastic happens.

It makes no difference if one is mentally mature or not. When you know that you’re now needed and have to be responsible for the smiles on your family’s face. You tend to change, most of the time it shapes your character and instills belief in you and the other times it ruins you. I pray and hope wholeheartedly that his father feels proud of him and his soul rests in peace.

You may not rem…


You may not remember the thousand times your friend stood by you without even caring if you were right or wrong but we always remember the one time he/she could not … no matter what the reason was !

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