You really Know What You Are...!!

You know what you can do,

You really know what you are...

May be superior to someone,

Or may be someone with a scar...

But understand the depth and the meaning,

One fails, only when he gives away the feeling...

The feeling for success, the feeling of crust,

The moment you give-up, you become nothing but "Just"...

A "Just" who is limited to itself,

A "Just" who keeps it to a shelf...

Never go by people and judge yourself,

Its not about them, and its not about the shelf...

Its about you, its your own fight,

Just hold on to it till you see some light...

Its a bigger game plan and you have to win,

Thats what you wanted, and thats why you are IN...

Amit Sethi (28th Jan'09 @ 2107 hrs)

Life, As a Fish...

It would’ve been so beautiful to be a 24-hour swimmer,

Eating up anything from the pond and still keep slimmer,

I wouldn’t have worried for anything in life,

No friends, no children and not even a wife,

 

Not that I’m scared of any responsibilities,

But I could’ve had more of probabilities,

 

Picking-from and spiting-back stones in the pond,

I could’ve touched the nature and find a bond,

 

The bond with the nature, between the dead and alive,

The bond, which exists even if you don’t survive,

 

Get eaten up immediately when you die someday,

Others survive on you as you fly away,

Fly away, fly away, or you can still swim “as a fish”…

(Written by Amit Sethi)

 

Life, As a Poet !!

It feels so strong to put these words together,

Wat all you think, on this paper, i can gather,

For these man-made-symbols, All from A-TO-Z,

I'm capable and contented to place them on bed,

A bed made of paper and looks like a sheet,

on this, i can fly a kite, feel the sand & even grow wheat,

Thats what a poem can do to you and to life,

We just need pen & paper, thats all to survive...

(Amit Sethi)

The "Me" for "you"... (Imagination)

"Ya rite" this is what might seem so funny,

But think to yourself, Aren't you being a bunny,

In front of what you are & what you could be,

In front of what you feel & what you would be,

The truth is what you are down there,

think within yourself, you can be SOMEWHERE,

All you think of me is "I think a lot"

Or may be something like "i wink a lot"

But how about a boy who loves you for what you are,

Or how about a boy who's never too far,

Somewhat i feel I know you in-&-out,

you are the one i can't live without,

But this "Somewhat" plays a big game,

This somewhat makes me nothing but same,

same as i was, same as i am,

same as i would be, same as i came....

(written by Amit Sethi)

Life, As a Prostitute....

At the end, I didn't have nothing to loose,

This was the only thought & I entered the blues,

With all the beds, Looking exactly the same,

Clients expect nothing, but to leave my shame,

"Leaving my shame" thats what everyone thought,

I wasn't here since ever, But i was brought,

To this bed where i lie, with pain but no feeling,

Men think they cure and they come for healing,

I wish they could understand the pain between the legs,

Its not about the bed, But because of beds

I too had a life that i wanted to lead,

But here i lay, and here i bleed...

(written by Amit Sethi)