Sunday, 23 June 2013

Misunderstood

When you did not accept me
I don't see how this world would
I was destined to be alone
I was destined to be misunderstood

To stop you from leaving me
I did everything I could
Except for saying something
Maybe, that's why, in your eyes
I am misunderstood

Its not a friendship until with your friend,
in a fight, with him, you stood
so because I lack the skill to confront
Among my friends, I was misunderstood

I did not turned out to be the person
You all hoped I would
So you turned your eyes from me
After telling me "you will always be misunderstood"

People asked me to change everytime
Looking back in time, I think I should!
May be when I change myself
May be then I would not be misunderstood


:Ishant

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Decision

Whenever I see you walking towards me 
My hearts tells me that It wants you to stay 
From the time you are in front of me till the 
Time you pass by, anything I cannot say 

I still have my hand in the position 
to hold your hand 
my heart is ready, its my darn mind 
that makes me silently stand 
I want to listen to my heart 
And run to you to ask what I want to ask 
But my mind keeps reminding me 
Is all the effort worth for this task 

I always end up hurt when my mind 
and heart pull each of my arm 
And there is no referee to decide 
When to sound the alarm 
My problem is I cannot decide When to choose my heart and when my mind 
I spoke with many sages and they all said that 
this knowledge is hard to find 

All this goes inside of me every time 
I want something to be mine 
How can you except from me, 
With so much going on, to walk a straight line 



:Ishant

Incomplete Things

Poets half written poem, the incomplete song a singer sings 
nobody appreciates any of the incomplete things 

Without saying "I love you", empty gestures are those diamond rings 
Nobody understands the real meaning behind incomplete things 

Like, With no kingdom and with no queen there can be no king 
Life becomes void if your's is filled with incomplete things 

A birds beauty is when it flies by flapping its wings 
Its better to never have started then to be left with incomplete things 

As our eyes get rest whenever we blink 
Our minds are at rest when we complete those incomplete things


:Ishant

Light

The time you open your eyes 
I am the first thing you see 
Your life start when I come 
And it ends without me 

With me around, you make peace 
As well as you start some fight 
I am the only reason because of 
Which You see with your sight 

People allow me 
to live in their heart 
I help them appreciate 
all the work of art 

When I am in your mind and soul 
I keep you happy, you always smile 
I make you realize what is real 
And what will not last even for a while 

With me, you know what is wrong 
And what, for all, is right 
I was here from the start, I am and 
I will be here after you, I am "ray of light"...... 


:Ishant

Give Me Peace

I bought a house and a car on lease 
But somehow I knew these things 
Will not give me peace 

So I tried to find it in nature 
In its infinite sea and in its trees 
When I didn't found it I realized 
What I have to do to get some peace 

I know I did things I am not proud of 
I ask you to forgive me please 
I have been killing myself everyday 
All I ask you is to give me peace 

I cannot run away from past memories 
They tear my conscious piece by piece 
Just so that I could sleep one night 
I want to ask you to give me peace 

The pain I put you through dissipated 
And you moved on after a while with ease 
But I will never will be able to move on until you forgive me
as you are the one who can give me peace


:Ishant

Missed Chances

We all sometime realize 
That we have missed some chances 
For some it is their career And for some 
its not recognizing the smallest of glances 

For some its not opening the door 
when opportunity comes knocking 
For some its not speaking 
When they are supposed to be talking 

For some its not building 
A house that they wanted 
For some its not accepting 
What they were, by god, granted 

For some its missing the light 
At the crossroad of a dark road 
For some its not being useful 
When they were bored 

For some its not being able to do 
Something for their self 
For some its not raising their arm 
When people were there to help 

Some missed a chance to be right 
Some missed a chance to fight their fight 

Missed chances are all that is left 
For us to share 
As everything else, for us, 
Is too much to bear 


:Ishant