Luck Interferes

Luck interfered ‘defeat’ reasons.

Losers emboss this designation.

Personal grievances guilt luck.

Shattered are thy hopes,

Trampled are thy emotions.

Forgotten is the fact that,

‘Time fleets but art’s long’

Grievances add to arts

And time takes off.

Suffering accompanies over the sand thy walk.

Days enjoy thine suffer,

‘Heartbeats parallel muffled drums.

Confidence leaks as horror creeps in,

Nightmares seem coming true.

‘Fright’ wins and failures sustain.

Life forced for an end as dejection exceeds.

Sustaining resembles hell.

Real ending end chapters of luck and life.

Still, my thought pricks my mind,

Does luck really interfere?

For success never boasts of it.

There are some, whom failures drank,

Yet they fought incessantly and finally

Success was their reward!

Footprints of great people infer to the fact, that

Hard work pays a lot.

It pays to such extent,

That even failure feels bribed.

Ultimately Failures bows low before success.

Composed By:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Nostalgia

Just below the horizon,

The fire ball peeped in.

Innocent Shouts scribbled the atmosphere.

Stumps put down by the ball,

At times hit to travel some miles.

Setting two to run behind.

Thoughts provoke nostalgia.

Innocent life, parents’ strict guide,

Fear, worries, tension and future considered alien.

Hearty enjoyment left nothing untouched.

Tender quarrels and re gathering,

Games played so silly,

Each ones’ feeling fully exposed.

A little more grown up,

Increment in world exposure,

Closeness towards friends,

Outings, idiotic talks and making fun.

Lies to parents for friends,

All these induced enjoyment that knew no bounds.

Yet, the result day made hardest.

Parents rebuke for Dreaming in exams and then,

Committing to become detached and study hard.

And breaking it in a day or two, for

Friends again and friends forever.

Years Passed by Towns left for cities.

Innocent spark vanished, for responsibilities to be shouldered.

Serious thunder thunders all around.

Enjoyment is not dim, yet continues to lose its hue,

in pace with the fleet of time.

Life’s yet to experience further.

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Hope – A new Path to live..

When your owns refuse,

Your words acceptance,

On account of the surrounding mirth.

When this hurts your heart,

Lose no hope and give up

Never let yourself shatter.

Forget not that the tree

Standing bare in in autumn,

Regenerates flora afresh.

Old leaves give in to the new ones.

Like your problems solving techniques tend to betterment,

After each fall.

Imagine you inhabit hell,

Withered you apparently stand,

In front of the fire of repent.

Giving up will destroy,

Finding ways to get out will only suffice.

My thoughts still wonder about the Hell’s Throne.

Somebody owns it.

Why not own it and let my reign come..

Composed By :

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Plagiarized For Life

Daily affairs digest hours,

Seconds appear days in lonliness’ company.

Thought filled clouds wander over imagination’s playgroung.

The cause for life is not yet justified .

Happiness to suffice and pain to be deserted is the mass answer.

Footprints towards salvation paves path to glory, the detached reasons.

Numerous as these Quotes disperse.

He calls himself civilized of all.

Yet forces life to reserve for himself.

Exceptions occur atleast a few.

Wealth accompanies loneliness often.

Riches envy relations, wealth prevails still.

Realizations reveal, as time fleets.

Riches don’t buy happiness.

 Happiness resides in company.

Enjoyment revolves not around isolation.

Loneliness dims the sun of life.

This is’nt the end, a bitter truth awaits-

Happiness suffice not the relations alone,

Wealth comes into play again.

Confusing as life becomes ,

Loneliness is searched again.

When aspirations inspire jealousy,

Both pivot around riches

And dismantle fruitful relations.

Wise men reason to these,

Stop aspirations and kill jealousy.

Problem seems to be solved . This pops up previous mystery,

The reason to live..

Answer is still awaited..

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Khafa Hui Zindagi

Life’s Race

Time calls to run, so does duty

Still I walk slow.

Shattered are my aspirations, trampled are my emotions,

Weary are my arms, Damped are my senses.

Not a single chance to raise my head .

I’m always weighted down.

My face’s not front but low beneath.

Heavy are my shoulders to carry.

Loaded seems my body.

Still I have a silver lining,

My legs-----oh My legs…..

For it’s their work to walk;

They still reserve energy to run;

Still they could not take up pace,

Bringing me back in the race.

And who knows, maybe I break the final lace.

I want to try, yet I sometimes feel,

Why should I???

My life is not only mine.

I ‘m blamed each time.

No one throws blots but my owns,

I’m hurt each time.

I’m responsible for actions not mine..

Is this the reward to my greatest fall??

Perhaps hell’s better.

What worth life is??

Why should I continue the race.?

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Moments- Nostalgically special

  Moments- Nostalgically special

Her phone rung, His heartbeats hung.

They loved each other and to proceed further,

He proposed for a ride.

Excited she became like the tide.

His excitement grew and

Her senses flew.

The clouds gargled and he was startled.

Rain poured down as he wore his rainy gown.

She dressed herself without ant crown.

He reached her dwelling place , with his bike at full pace

Thrill grew and this, both of them knew.

They set out together as sunshine calmed the weather.

She came near and he felt dear.

Her hands shielded him.

Her chest touched his shoulders,

As they passed through stone boulders.

Her body dug into his,

As he turned for a kiss.

His bike went forth without a mess.

Tall trees passed by and so did milestones.

Bridges crossed by and night did fall down.

Moon light illuminated the way.

They paused at the shore, with a great rock at its core.

Island it seemed, as moonlight made it gleam.

They boarded a boat and reached the rock.

Nostalgic they became as the moonlight always came.

Minutes passed by and Love overpowered Romance.

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

 

Suicide is not the ultimate attempt.

When occasions in life is not under control,

Accounting for you own mistakes.

When your near ones curse you,

Do not get disheartened,

Coz, Suicide is not the ultimate attempt.

When intimacy hurts,

Make yourself strong,

For your failures rage their anger.

Their hopes you shattered,

And for them you mattered.

Duty calls you to make them sunny.

Doesn’t this prove?  That

Suicide is not the ultimate attempt.

Immense suffering will overpower your love.

There won’t be anyone to console but you.

Two lives would end on account of one.

So, why waste life embracing suicide?

Waste no time further, show the world

More fortunate you are.

Make your heart a stone against all but some intimates.

Let only Love and Intimacy prevail.

Hence always remember that

Suicide is not the ultimate attempt.

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Destiny Plays a plot1

Destiny Plays a Plot

Often it is inferred

To refer uneven happenings,

That stars control our dealings.

Plagiarized by helpless cowards,

 These philosophers are

It feels so easy to say.

But when comes the day,

Towards destiny’s will.

The heart beats like muffled drums.

Confidence crashes and happiness dim.

Many fail not, to condemn their destiny,

And make their life suffice for a tragic end.

Few are those who peep through crashes and darkness.

Coz they are the ones who really aspire,

To convert the twilight into dawn.

They are the actual breeders of success.

“Perseverance and Persistence overpowers destiny.”

But questions arise still,

What forces talent to befall?

Why many a times a talent is dejected??

Why hard work fails often??  

Think ‘o’ Think Human,

Think Answers to these

Perhaps destiny plays a plot.

But why so diverse??

 Composed By:

Pranav Kumar ‘Pathak’

When Agony Praised!!!

When Agony Praised

Watching the train

Through the window pane,

A thought crossed my mind.

How hard?

How hard ?

How hard is it to succeed?

I didn’t know the way to proceed.

The worldly matters mattered, ‘coz

My dreams were previously shattered.

Agony prized out of me, no matter

No one heard but me.

Inferiority thrust ego,

Towards the destination mortals go.

Thus darkened my Golden Hue.

This perhaps everyone knew.

No one’s interested why this chanced?

Praise stilled and rejection danced.

The train cabs passed by,

Burying the thoughts in the sky.

Still I remain searching my thoughts

Seeking answers in vain!!!!!!!

Composed By :

Pranav Kumar 'Pathak'

O Human! Be not helpless!

O human! Be not helpless;

You have the ‘being’ incarnation;

Your being creates divination.

God’s dew, almighty’s prose you are.

Almighty’s shadow resembles you from far.

Having such awesome uniqueness,

Try not become unjust and unfeasible..

O human! Be not helpless.

O human! Be not helpless,

You have incredible power great.

Use it to conquer your fate.

Crave not for freedom from bounding,

Let bounding create freedom for surrounding.

Be not swayed away by life’s dust.

Understand true love and plagiarized lust..

Let love and care prevail all around.

O Human! Be not helpless.

Composed By :

Pranav Kumar ‘Pathak’

Life Goes on as it never ends

Life Goes on as it never ends

Life goes on as it never ends,

Live each moment to its fullest.

Dream and cherish it into reality,

Let reality of your dreams pave your path.

Strive is not Life’s definition.

Learn to tackle and then solve

Bombardments of unhappiness,

Explosions of failures,

Prevalent dejections,

Bands of deceit will accompany.

The world even may seem as red as mahogany!!

Just not let yourself forget that you have to

“GO AHEAD àPUSH HARDàCONQUER”

Learning from each little mistake,

A good judge will suffice.

Succumb not ever in any circumstance.

Quit not in your lowest tide.

Lose never the hope to sail through.

Forget not that, each dog is destined a day.

Great soldier you are,

Rise at the face of each ditch.

Pick yourself up after each fall

Be not the “Dumb Driven cattle”

When you are at the edge of war,

Illuminate your way with your own experience.

Let not small mistakes shatter your world by vagary,

Just remember you have to

“GO AHEAD àPUSH HARDàCONQUER”

‘Coz life goes on as it never ends.

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar ‘Pathak’

A Sonnet of Labour

A Sonnet Of Labour

Mortals of task and of worth!

Thou job infinitely forth.

Hath thou made thine love unfailing for the third?

Regardless of the attitude of and eagle bird?

Thou art static of task but mime,

To see the fertile sublime,

Thou love to labour and labour to love,

Unlike peasants who never ever but shove.

Is love anything but an unerring light?

Which restricts us from having a fight

O God of Mercy and of mirth,

Shower thine heart over thy immortal earth.

Shower down the divine melody, over truly fertile mortals

And boast about hell to those who condemn them

Long live! O Mortals of task and of worth..

Composed by Pranav Kumar ‘Pathak’

Contrast

Contrast

Often a time comes,

Pleading my brain “emphasis difference”.

Differences between me and my each reference.

Each time I pleaded my superiority ‘Favour’,

It snubbed me , Bringing in clouds of Self-dejection.

Low did I feel and so did my soul.

Agony surrounded my self-assumed attire of invincibility.

Cursed I my life , Complained for loneliness.

Self-made standards knocked my aspirations down.

Shattering hopes each time.

Competitors’ success attenuated it further.

Unending luxury and standard was what I craved for.

Then dawned the light of contrast,

That showed me how infants begged.

Journey by train unraveled,

How sweeping could be done,

Sans legs sans expectation to be paid.

Tears oozed out for a condition so illegitimate.

Eyes never dried, Coz,

Sights and thought as these describe,

How could dumb explain feeling sans hands,

Yet life continues.

Ever could I feel what a footpath sleeper does??

Waiting for death yet surviving.

Olden days over Alms is unthinkable for me,

What do they feel who have no other options?

Slight cut at body part induces weeping rivers

How do they stand sans legs, sans body parts.??

Parents rebuke annoys,

Not to those sans them.

Luxury is a choice,

Not for those sans it.

“Can their pain be justified?” I asked my brain.

No answer did I get.

My Heart exclaimed” Worth not comparing”.

Soul still interrogates, “Does comparison really worth?”

I find myself sans answer.

Written By :

Pranav Kumar ‘Pathak’

 

Failures- The correct Approach

Failures – The Correct Approach

Numerous are those whom failures give blows,

Rejection vouchsafes, contemplation takes lead.

Negligence surrounds and dejection heeds.

Losers considered in life’s prang

Desperateness stills utopians whom failures drank.

World shatters by vagary,

Preceding moment’s kings

Presently left coronary.

The world walks with us is just said

And not done.

Solitude uplifts still..

Failures are success stepping stones..

 Sayings such as these grant great owns.

Failures nourish again with life afresh.

Experience’s an art to redress..

Disregards for it repeat history

Because life is a great mystery.

The chapters never end.

 Making even the longest and the strongest bend...

By-

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Life- The real Journey

                                          LIFE                                       

What others say ..?I cannot go over

Yet I believe that life’s a flyover

In which you have to walk over

And do our destinies covered.

Sometimes it may be a tetroid

Otherwise it may be a diploid

At times it may be a haploid

And may make us a moron…

It will give us hope

 But in no substitution

Force us lead our lives like the pope…..

Happiness will be there to give a proscription …

Fruitful as it may seem

Friutless it may become

In no moment happiness dim

And in place sadness come…

Chances are given just for once…

Made use are good…

Fail  to use and wait for the pounce

Life takes a turn and away as it should…

Amorous as should  life be …

Search in for  the true one…

Who awaits you to your glee…

Fail not in this crutial tone…

See yourself as a sylvan hunter

Who sagittariously searches for a bulls eye aiming at the zero

Drive no dumb cattle as your goal may shatter…

As in your way to becoming a real hero…

Believe not in history,…

As it is a great mystery..

Aim for creating .

Let reason for your success become a story…

If  you fail to get the true one

Waste not your life any further …

Start a new search without the thought of that previous one…

Be with your age together…

Target tha grave not

Face the chalenges that come in your way…

Obstacles will leave your way hot

Cool them with a BEC in just one sway….

Grab  that perfection which others just dream

Find that partner who lays life on you …

Open every day with a loud scream

Ensure well perfectly that your enthusiasm knows no dues…

Attend not that a well begun is a half done

Juat take some motivation from it…

Believe that not begun at all until a half done….

No task is then a mountain even a bit…..

Trust your true mate

Understand it to the fullest…..

Let no dispute injure it just as fate

Life will then really seem  coolest……

Future trust.. on it rely not..bed of roses seem and said

Cremate the past in it’s cenotauph …

Make your own future as you go ahead

Take refunds from the past…….

Choose the correct from all…..

Inculcate them in you….

Failures must not discourage you at all ..

Learn from them and bring out the perfectionist in you…

Live your life to it’s fullest …

Because the real  happiness  lies in unravelling it’s mysteries…

Don’t quit at the lowest tide in it’s newest……

You know never know WHAT’S NEXT..?