Intermittent Dreaming….

It was yesterday,

Shining lights and loud music everywhere,

Ladies in beautiful dresses,

Sparkling like every one care,

Made up to look their best,

Gents though were less concerned,

Still looking better than usual complexion,

There I saw a flow of dreams,

All eyes speaking in same hymn,

Dreaming about their own occasion,

Some were thinking about better innovation,

Chit chat and gossips were the pretending gear,

With Every face wearing a smile

Eyes were telling total different lines,

In matter of hours ,

Surge of dreaming was breaking bars,

Like On their night,

Everyone Dreaming themselves as a star,

Then it got little sluggish

Intensity dropped with haste

And till morning all it was left there was rubbish,

In a week there will be again the moment

Dreams will rise high from remnants,

And it will repeat the cycle again,,

It goes on like that every time,

Such Dreams for everyone follow in line,,

One day for sure,

©Sanjay Ranout

Darker Roads

In this never ending dark night

Nothing I can see

Being Lost and confused

Every path seems unclear

Walking through this for so long

Started loosing sense of direction

Compass too have failed

A moon brought moonlight

Showing up after big intervals for a while

And then getting veiled

Behind dark clouds

No matter if it’s raining

Or clear sky

It never shows up when requires

Falling over wines

Getting hit by ground

Maybe it’s to keep me grounded

Getting stuck in mud

Loosing ground in swamps

Maybe it’s to keep me down

Walking all blind

Even with good eyes

Maybe it’s to improve my sight

This journey has no end

As it’s complete dark

Direction less place

A black hole or a hole in black

I have no idea of this track

Moving or still

Even I have lost this sense

©Sanjay Ranout

If I was….

What if I was a tree!

You must be a wine around me,

What if I was a stone,

You must be green algae living on me,

What if I was an abode,

You must be the only occupant in there,

What if I was a desert land,

You must be the wind blowing over me,

What if I was a mountain,

You must be the snow over me,

What if I was a river,

You must be a boat sailing over me,

What if I was a valley,

You must be seasonal flower existing over me,

What if ! Can be anything,

But you are never permanent,

Neither you nor your words,

Still I carry them along with full worth,

It’s not you, who is special,a

Oh dear! It’s my heart who should get all the credit,

©Sanjay Ranout

Installing peace!!

If Human is a computer,

Brain is hard drive,

Mind is CPU,

Thoughts are inputs,

In Search for software,

Seeking peace as outputs,

Hard to perceive human a computer,

As it needs every time different software,

It’s complex like coding,

Some ransomware is continuously working,

To keep us always searching,

That one universal software ,

To install the peace in its Hard drive,

Viruses, malwares of fears and insecurities are always attacking,

And humans are decoding them one after another,

Antiviruses fail like antidotes,

And We need to improvise, adapt,

To Again install peace ,

I think this processing will go on,

As long a human life will live,

As long we never stop trying,

As long we aren’t ready to give up,

As long we never stop Hoping,

The longing of installing Peace,,

©Sanjay Ranout

Planning or Acceptance!!

So often I encountered the question ❓

What I really want ❓

As much it’s hard to resolve this equation,

That much often I face this situation,

Is life meant to be planned?

Or it just need to be accepted?

Is life been already designed?

Or we need to learn skills to design it?

It’s mysterious,

It’s disturbing,

Still its unable to hold on to one notion!

Sometimes it flows in our favour,

Sometimes it uncover totally different picture,

That’s why our perceptions swings,

Encoding happiness and peace with different strings,

From planning to just mere accepting it,

Is it all the mind game ❓

As it doesn’t want to live disturbed for long,

So it plans when it’s spring time,

And then in harsh times , it resolves to just accept what’s offered,

It takes time to switch it’s stint,

And it happens so often,

Thus it’s effects keep changing with time,

From disturbing me earlier,

To making me think now,,

Asking this question ❓

Is life meant to be accepted ❓

Or I need to plan it❓

©Sanjay Ranout

Today is important

What will happen tomorrow,

Or day after tomorrow,,

Who knows the future,

Who can tell the upcoming story,,

It’s all mystery,,

No one has any clue,

Still we prefer to live in its imagination,

What if it turns out to be in our favour,

What if it comes out with a different narrative,,

Fear of different than our propositions,

Excitement of facing favourable conditions,

And In this thinking process,

Leaving the whole action happening right now,

The magic of living right now,

Today is the real life happening for us,

Today is the magic that should be exciting us,

Everything else is just an imagination,

©Sanjay Ranout

Rise~Fall

Before I sign off from this world,

I wonder what will be in my mind,

What will be my feelings at that time,

Being human, was I enough kind!

Or I left humanity someway behind!

Did I returned enough for gains!

Or did I put everything in disdain!

Did I rose enough from initial lane!

Or I wandered around in vain!

I wonder what will be actually accounted for!

And what will be worthy no more!

I may rise ,I may fall,,

I may make it feel everywhere flawed,

I may disappoint myself,

And all of it may not be of any help,

But, Whether I will rise or fall,

For sure I will be telling myself,

I followed whatever my soul has called for,,

©Sanjay Ranout

Faith in process

Waiting for that day,

Making it believe that way,

Like it might have been longer Autumn,

Last of leaves might have fallen,

Storms of winters may be taking away new buds,

Making it their habit to Repeat their wrath,

Even after that trees are still standing tall,

Roots are Holding the ground tight,

Sooner or later storms have to give up,

And give way for spring to come up,

And let those buds to bloom,

Hoping it the way it is used to goes on,

Nature has its way to tell us to hold on,

Hope and believe strengthen our faith,

Sooner or later it happens ,no matter what it takes,,

©Sanjay Ranout

Haywire or Maywire

When you were last in control,

I forgot that day if ever existed at all,

You were always on your own,

And I was proposing you to go my way,

You never bothered what I say,

And it wasn’t meant to go in my way,

And then I realised to let it go in its own way,

Let’s sit back and enjoy the ride,

Wherever it takes me,

Wherever it want me to stay,

Maybe it’s the place meant for me,

Maybe that’s the way it had to be,

Maybe that’s the path where peace lies,

Maybe it’s the real meaning of life,,

©Sanjay Ranout

End of tunnel

If I could see,

If I could know,

If I could understand,

When this tunnel is going to end,

I have heard there is light beyond it,

It open up into bright white,

It makes everything visible to our sight,

Ending our journey through dark as night,

It opens a colourful world to our eyes,

Give reality to all of our imaginations,

Ends our wait filled with endless frustrations,

Ends the fray of keep walking on assumptions,

Gives Validation to our hopes,

And our faith gets a deserving win,

I heard it somewhere,

There is light at end of tunnel,

I wish I could know when will it end,

© Sanjay Ranout