Jumbled With My Own Plays

Breaking Many Days, Walking Many Ways...Jumbled For The Eternity With My Own Plays..

                  --Aniket Deshmukh

The Days I Fought

I thought ... to bring back the old thought and to find what they once brought ...Day is falling but there is dream drought. I am thinking to bring back the days I fought...

                                                                                    --Aniket Deshmukh.

I Have My Own Answers

                                   
                                           I Have My Own Answers..
                                                                                      --Aniket Deshmukh

     Everything in the air around and everything to which is a filthy question, whose answers are very round. And me too breathing that air, being lost in something with my vacant stare. Bothering, refusing the answers which are very unfair. Holding my own breath, I face them. All I answered them and for them, wrong is what people call why..? is when I asked, I see their proofs are very small. To everyone's  every step, there arise questions and to me each step is my own questions, like wise are my things and my actions. The world around always ask me and they expect the answer which their mind has to be. I never  liked the reasons, besides I have my own answers which always prove what they should be...

THE DAY

                                          

                                                   

                            

                            The Day

                                             - Aniket Deshmukh.

                                                                     

                          The day was falling like night once.. 
                             I remember that recede of the light ..
                        it was trying to snatch my shadow too 
                  because when i saw it , it was stretched towards receding..

                   someday I was so lonely.. thinking about the days .
                  days I have to see , and there was terrifying question .. can I..?

                    things to learn was so many but not the days 
                   and so the nights too , for regretting ...
                 now on each thing I have to think deep .. only to apply..
                    and now some of the paths I have chosen ..
                  where while walking when I see back .. 
                   I see no footprints .. and that's the very rumbling feel 
                         making doubt on myself ..
                     things have gone too far to learn 
                 and now there is no time neither a way .. 
                         deep sorrows rise again .. when the day falls 
                 while I was toiling to my passion other things have been lost
                      that's somewhat disgusting 
                 perhaps still there are few days to overcome the tension ..
                     to prove the one myself buried too deep within ..
                     rise , rise .. make the days gone and nights beautiful...

Are You Afraid Of Being Free?

Are you afraid of being free?
I guess you have forgotten what It means to be FREE...

I Was Moving To The Half Of My...

And now there wasn't sun in the SKY,
But It was still evening I don't know WHY..
Anyway I was moving to the half of MY,
Deciding not to be crying neither to DIE....

Who I Was Once...

I am me,... from the moment I took the first breath... and the days after, I wasn't one who I was once..

all of sudden, when my heart used to tell me to breath,..

me too could feel the glimpse of myself who I was once....

I was one of them who always wanted to...

 It was evening and it's beautiful dim light, shadows and shades were to hide and highlight, somethings were lost and some were going to...perhaps I was one of them who always wanted to....

No Excuses...

Perhaps these eyes will have no excuses for what they see, .......they just honestly do their work...

In The Deep Forest

  In the deep forest ..sun was rising 

  to raise the minds, souls which are falling 

  the souls who once touched their highest accomplishments 

  and now those turmoil minds ..sun can see free falling

  feeling their heat of cold feelings, sun has to be rising...

To Find The Half Myself...

It was a beautiful day and I decided to be lost, But suddenly I made myself returning, To find the half myself, Who is already so lost.....

Without A Little Flute...

What Would Life Be Without A Little FLUTE.....