A life
Living with
Such a turbulent mind
Being a Wanderer forever
In it's unstoppable
Unknown quest
In spree of options and choices
Sometimes it listens to every voice
And then a sudden absolution
Like it always yearns for a state of confusion
Making me to wonder
After every wandering
What! all of that was meant for
As I end up at the very starting point
Again and again.
But slowly and steadily
I got a clue of it's game
Moving me around
In it's silly cyclic frame
I need to stop seeking a company in it
I need to identify the true inner voices
So, to ignore it's disturbing chaos
Hoping to acquire that insight
To save myself from participating
In its intriguing fight
Sanjay Ranout
Tag: Thinkers
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Insight : Hard to learn but paramount
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Destiny
When stars align for you
There can't be any miscue
When destiny decides your course
You have no control on your life's horses
Be it love or plight
Nothing can be warranted from own hindsight
And still we play king
Even when we have no control
To decides which way it's going to swing,,,,
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Craving high or low
In those craving moments
Overtly, yet invisible mind stalking
Imagination become so fluent and appealing
Overwhelms every prick of conscious dealings
And then as we touch the zenith of aspirations
With it's fulfillment in extravagant imagination
Sudden onset of a phase of free fall begins
And imagination starts dimming
With yearnings too fading
Instill a temporary relief from such cravings
Till next time
When It will again take over
Attention of every neuron
Of desirous wandering brain,,,,
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Bottoms up!
A call of bottoms up
And you rest your weekend insanity
But how frequent
How often
You listen to someone's give up
Where you show up
Illusionary manhood
It doesn't matter
How foolish it sounds
You still want to excel
Rest of herd,
Are you real
Or pretentious
A question whirlwind
My whole conscious
Does it matters?
If it does
Then to whom
I don't have that kind of broom
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How to unblank ::
On a plain paper
I could have written numerous
Newer verses and plays
With scintillating highs and lows
Dramatically devised and played
But with a script already written
Amended & Reframed
Thousands of times
On it's pain and gain
Now, With no space left
To correct even the visible errors
And I wonder
With the demand of time
Want me to write a whole new story
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Why?
For all those years
While gazing at the Moon
Walking alone in dark alleys
I could imagine you too watching
The same from above your storeys
And now
When sides took the turn
Why can't you imagine the same
And only complaining
That I have walked away
Even from the frame,,
Why ?
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Haze of life
Through all broken pieces
All I can see
A face in many segments
Getting much closer to the bits and pieces
Lying everywhere
I can see same face in every segment
Through all these segments and faces
Which face is mine
Which surely can be called
Insignia of my life
With time passing
Fading vision through mirrors
It's getting hazy and lazy
With Mind getting dizzy
Thinking more seems so buzzing
Maybe It will even stop trying
And end up all the striving
And settle to remain in hiding
©Sanjay Ranout
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Insanity
In the war of weapons
To compete the world's impression
Spending millions
For fiery collection
Piling up
The Storehouses of destruction.
When it comes to the justice!
Is it being served for all of the human efforts
Being put for centuries for its upliftment
And here spending chunk of dollars
To destroy and destruct the holders
Jeopardizing it's own existence
What lies beneath our thoughts! 