In Search Of Solace..

As I wander in the ruins of my thoughts, I can feel the emptiness touching me and whispering something cold. The grave looks of darkness still make me believe in pain which I shed in my walks towards the solace.
The perplexed heart is unable to fetch me the directions.The vision discards as it seems that retaining might is not the option.

The cold winds blow carrying the shivers of people with whom it traveled.The winds brought with them, cries of silence and the voices unheard.They conveyed messages of the ones who were unable to meet.Their growls bring the tune into the solace I try finding in silence of the dark.

I can see the light approaching towards me, but I am scared to be exposed to the world outside.
There is glory in the hearts that I will be able to achieve, the rays of light after the prolonged shade of night. I still seek the solace I tried finding all this time. I still seek the words which I lost when the noises of conscious became louder and clearer.

I could see what to do.To walk away or to carry on...To hold the ground or let it slip away. I knew the differences by this time I knew the judgement of right and wrong.
You don't get over certain things in life, you just get used to them not being there.

In one night, I had lived the ages of lesson I learned. In one night, I came across faces which I never thought existed. In the certain amount of time, I realized who is worth the pain. In certain time of life, I realized what life is.

There were no more worries and nightmares haunting me. The pain does not hurt as it became a constant part of life. There were no more disbelieves about life and it's aspects. The night now seemed to be friendly as it had wept with me all the time.
It gave me warmth in those cold winds which continuously spoke to me.
I can hear their laughter at my weakness. I can see them howling at my insignificance.

The night seemed to come to an end. There is a beginning to a new life with dawn arriving. I smile for the first time after so many tears. I smile looking at the light, which signifies hope, care and achievement.

As the dawn arrived, I can see the howls and laughter decrease with time. The cold wings now rush for a shelter. The arriving sun now stares me with a glint of hope that I would rise like him. The disappearing moon takes away it's glare off me. There is some silent music in the background or maybe its just me thinking of my achievement that I saw the beautiful dawn. That I survived the haunting night whom I befriended after sometime or maybe it melted seeing the scars which did not fill with time.

I can hear my voice and words coming back in my control. I can see the consequences of my choices now.
I could still understand life and what's more important is that, I learned that you don't find solace when you seek it around, but inside of you.

Tanishq Sharma

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Because IIT was not an option - A Good-Bye That Won't Hurt. *Smiles*

So with each word I type and with each word you read, we both are utilizing seconds of our precious life. Talking on a different note this time, and for the last time before I come home finishing the exam of my entrance.

Yes, you read it right. Leaving the stark and spark paused at above 12,000 Page views and 120+ Comments, I am calling it a PAUSE. Mind you, not a Quit.

There is a beautiful truth embarked in the saying, “To gain something, you need to lose something”.

It has been an evident truth that I have loved to innovate and be engrossed in either technology field or be lifelessly surfing the net for random things. Simply saying, to be on my mobile or on my laptop doing nothing. Yes, absolutely nothing. Come on, that’s what regenerates me, but it is now a high time to stand up and face the reality.

Having 17 months left to shape up the next 40 years. Oh my god. Yes, that sounds scary and IT IS.
So what happens to me in next 40 years will be defined by how I spend my next 510 days or next 44,064,000 seconds. Wow, I am already being precise. Watch out Trigonometry, I am coming.

Well, on a serious note.
It is not only the words but the actions which follow.
Since it is my last post prior to me going into hibernation and what carries on my blog for next 17 months or so, I want to make it the best. The best.

First of All,
Merry Christmas to everyone. To those who read this blog, to those who don’t. To those who motivate me with beautiful lies or those who bring me to face to face with reality.
To all those Santa(s) working hard to spread happiness. To spread the ray of hope among the unprivileged. A beautiful Christmas to them. It is a beautiful festival. One of my favourites.
The cold weather, that amazing lightening.

I wish Santa brings bags of happiness in your life. He brings courage to complete your tasks which require a strong will. He may give u a strong will power to hold onto your decisions.
Being too emotional, haina?

Secondly,

A beautiful new year to each reader. Copy the list from above. You see, I am conserving energy for next 17 months. Happy 2014.
May this year bring happiness raised to 'n' in your life. <-- Told you, study effect.

And now finally, Good-byes.
*Don’t cry, don’t cry*.

It has been too amazing to be with this blog. It connects me to each and every reader like personally. It seems very beautiful and magnificent to feel that my words are being read by many and how well they are connected to them.
It feels special to see every increased count and comment which define the posts better than my words. J.

Well, 17 months, 510 days, 12240 hours, 734400 minutes. I need to work hard.
So saying goodbye on a rough note.
Hope to see every reader of mine fit and fine when I return back from my hibernation from the world of Alpha, Beta, and Gamma.

I promise, when I am back it is going to be with a bang. A better writer in me. A better orator and most importantly, A Better Human in me.

Keep in touch through prayers and hopes.
And yes, Spread Wishes. J

*Chalte Chalte, Mere Yeh Geet Yaad Ra…* Lol. NO.

Thank You
Signing off,

Tanishq Sharma J
Can mail me : tanishqsh@gmail.com

A King Only Bows Down To His Queen

Walking in those dusty paths and rough roads,

He walks as he rules the world on his own.

Scaring the might of any living soul.

His eyes decipher the fearful walk.

He ain't scared of anyone, He ain't ruled by anyone.

His paws are full of blood and soul full of passion.

His elegance is superior than any kind.

He masks the death in his rigor.

But all above, is not why he is called a king,

Neither because he controls the world,

Nor because his elegance stands the tallest,

Not even because his eyes convey his superiority.

He is called a king,

Not because of his majestic walk,

But because I have seen,

That, A king only bows down to his queen.

He is called a king,

Not because he is a king,

But because I have seen,

That, A king only bows down to his queen.

Tanishq Sharma

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I Learned To Be A Man That Night...

Somewhere far from the land of dreams,

I was awake in the mysteries of life.

Somewhere far from the vivid imagination,

I was pondering as the moon castled the stars.

While the world slept and the clock displayed a bright two,

I managed to sort my priorities with the questions like what, why and who?.

While the others shut their eyes and rested themselves,

I worked to find the inner soul which kept me on.

I traveled through the distances of  expectations,

I crossed the boulders of happiness,

I stopped at the tolls of pain,

I walked again at the paces of realizations.

I took with me, the skill of understanding.

I left behind the crankiness, and ego.

I took with me, the happiness to compromise,

I left behind the urge to ask returns of my favors.

I put myself way above the cloudy sky that night,

And then reminded myself to step the earth at all times,

I reminded myself the qualities possessed,

and proofed myself, the witness of my common touch.

That night, I slept with the lightness of forgiving someone,

Maybe that someone was me.

That  night, I slept with the sense of understanding someone,

Maybe that someone was me.

The following morning, woke up, not a boy but a Man,

and that surely, was me.

For I had that night, learned what is life.

Tanishq Sharma

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