If Love can be termed as incomplete
What in this world can be
So called Complete
If distance isn't real
What in this world can be
So called distant
If being practical is life
What in this world can be
So called feelings,,,
If one has to act like someone
What in this world can be
So called unique,,
©Sanjay Ranout
Category: midnight thoughts
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Just think
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Knock
Gazing the sky
While pacing up the steps
Forgot the reality of
Having my feet still on ground
And got knocked down
By myself
Noone to make me stand up again
In this shallow
But my Shadow!
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Ploy of Fate
In every season
After putting down every reason
How come it all fell down
In just a whisker,,,
Was it enough
Or it fell short,
To think over and over
For Everything that is now no more,,
Slicing through the tip
To reach its toe
How unknown ends plotted
A perfect illusionary show
And the man just left the ground
When it was just about the hit the toe,,,
Fate the guardian of every gate,
When to open and when to close
Who will get wild entry
And who will have to wait
It's all Fate!
Who plays around
Shuffling in and out of different states
Maybe it's testimony of faith
It is trying to shake,,,,
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Whirlwind struggle going forever!
Oh! Man you never stopped proposing,
Ever dreaming and planning,
And He never stopped discarding,
Disposing every planned yearning,,
What a disaster!
And disgust,
Yet the Ultimate reason
To laugh upon this tussle
Your ever-going propositions
And His never-ending dispositions
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Life : A vicious circle
When dark prevails our life,
Fears too setup in their disgusting style,
And then sudden rush of all insecure thoughts,
Blocks every passage for light,,
How will it pass!
How much will it last!
Will i survive this turmoil !
Or will it take away every reason for next ride!
What if it takes it too far,
How will be the life thereafter,,
Likewise we go on and on,
Distressed Thinking,
Imposing on us every negative thing,
Forgetting and forfeiting,
Torture of imagined predicament ,,
Yet life never forget it's pace,
Whether we halt or continue covering miles,
And that's ultimate truth,
We the passengers,
Striving to build homes that should last centuries,
Hunting for treasures
To stand taller on those dimes,
Crying and plying
For relationships built with so many conditions,
And in the end
We desparately try
To somehow prove
The worth for all the struggles we want through
Through things we collected
Which then no more feel worthy,,,Sanjay Ranout
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Just take a break
Taking a break
To let the stains
Of Mind's everyday disdains
Just get erased
Without any scathing scratching
In a spotless way
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Sluggish ,,,,
When having hassling mind
With too much crackling joints
Hard to keep up with the pace
Laziness is another hindrance in the race
Need a push or pull
To come out of this lull
Time to act, more than thinking
To save dozy soul from sinking
Among these ups and downs
It's hard to hold own ground
But as we start finding some grip
Miles become easy on any strip
It might take a day or two
Something will pop out from the blue
To ignite the fuel in storage
And soon it will be sailing in cruise
©Sanjay Ranout
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What its really Meant to,,,
These buzzing sounds in mind
Maybe trying to tell something
These sleepless nights
Maybe helping me to understand
And this ever wandering mind
Maybe trying to find
The right path
The right direction
To solve the unresolved mystery of life
To make it feel somehow worthwhile,,,
©Sanjay Ranout
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Baffling thoughts
In this rebellion phase
These noises in and around space
Crackling, a bit baffling
Stinging, a bit clinging
In an unknown chase,
Smoking mounds
Everywhere in and around
Finding no lease from this obscurity
Standing still in this confusing reality
Amid Rushed in fear and insecurity,
When this fire will put off
When this flaming will stop
It's Frightening, its insane
Wondering how much is impending to add on
And how much this brain can take on,
©Sanjay Ranout
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Creation of words- the Twisted reality
A twisted yet interesting narration,
Is it authentic or spiced up creation?
Who knows the truth behind such equation!
It’s just words’ twisted to orchester such situation,
From where it begun how it started!
And what we are seeing to feel totally flabbergasted,
How is all this so messed up,
Seems it crossed many minds and thus spiced up,
So every mind has added something for it’s dress up,
Yesterday what was all about someone’s buttress,
Has today aired as someone’s butts in perfect stasis,
Words have power ,
To which our minds devour,
So what’s truth and what’s the real source,
It’s really hard
To unfold to reach its core,,
© Sanjay Ranout
What lies beneath our thoughts! 