ColdPlay -Miracles

This song, for some reason, is taking me off what I feel sorry for what I am mainly in the way I see the odds of the world. This is awesome, more, when you pick up the music and muse these lines. I am going to share some of the music stuff other than my poetry that really keep influencing me to be alive, all time.
 Here we go. -Aroon Che

From up above I heard
The angels sing to me these words
And sometimes in your eyes
I see the beauty in the world
Oh, now I'm floating so high
I blossom and die
Send your storm and your lightning to strike
Me between the eyes
Eyes
Sometimes the stars decide
To reflect in puddles in the dirt
When I look in your eyes
I forget all about what hurts
Oh, now I'm floating so high
I blossom and die
Send your storm and your lightning to strike
Me between the eyes
And cry
Believe in miracles
Oh hey, I'm floating up above the world now
Oh hey, I'm floating up above the world now
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh

Written by Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert, Jonathan Buckland, William Champion • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Of love and liberty

No one digs their own skin 
Deep to find a timid angel
Hiding from plays what the body run
To the mind in the race of survival
The caves that our best 
Go dark all the day 
And bright all the night
As dark as what your poems say
Stop by the space between the hands 
Of clock and measure your life
To why we run always
Pumping the greed beyond its size
Give a chance to self
Be the angel that brings you out of this grief.
Be the angel, of love and liberty

-Aroon Che

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The Fearless

 No wonder where you walk in
And who you walk out from
The fear that struggles inside you
To kill itself looks at the world outside
Through the glassy skins of yours
Tells me one thing,about love.
That no one is free
But good enough to be free.
And that no one is a slave
But bad enough to be one.
It is where we are now
Where the mountains want to flow
Like spineless rivers
And where the dying rivers want to reborn
As those ageless mountains
Its not who you are
But who you fear to be
That cuts down most of your smile, inch by inch.

-Aroon Che

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Survive to Win

" With bone sticking physics, and burning eyes as red as some setting star , he spoke his last words of our journey.  We werent big philosophical throughout this last meeting because we knew we are failing, right from the inception of these aged ideologies and meaningless rebel attitude. We burnt down a  railway station last week and a post office the other week. We didnt know the force that chased us to do these things. I was twelve then and now I am thirty.  He was lying before me with a pain of dying truth. He began to resonate his last lines into my mind.
" The one and only truth is survival. Survival is like drinking nature with tumbler made of hunger and rights. Everyone will have one. Now thats where many of us complain. Why do some drink more and why the rest less ?  You have to dig into nature , fight the odds and then dip your tumbler to get this nature. Many of us stay forever poor because they sell their tumblers to the clever and stay lazy the rest of their lives. They sell and work day and night helping the rich to dig nature. They die poor.
Never ever sell your right and your hunger to anyone. It will cost you a revolution.
He died and I left for the town in last bus before it dawned.
The forest died."
- The Wednesday Girl
   Aroon Che

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The Showlight

There is this small guy who , I see daily,  plays the game in the best way anyone would imagine to. But from a little conversation with him I sensed not a trace of happiness. He talked about his ways and norms he created for himself to play the game and what he said is what exactly made him different from other players and this difference or lacuna stuck me point blank when he pointed to me a far away structure, I believe,  which is a stadium.

He sighed that he could never get into it and he had reasons. He said his play is unacceptable.  He constantly contributed himself to street plays and training guys he meet there which, with no second thought, fetched him nothing but those little smiles he never fakes.

Asking why he never tried to play for real audience, all I could get is a good volume of silence from his face with smile still hanging on.He asked me to define audience.

By the time its evening, he left me a note which I got to read in the evening bus,
that said in plain words, " When you move out from your own self,  the world is then ready to lecture and becomes your audience. And you will need to play for them more than what you want to play for your self. I dont need that kind of audience that chase me beyond my dreams."
I folded it back to my diaries and looked onto the setting sun. The guy is there somewhere in the narrow lanes, playing with the street guys and when he finishes it he goes back to sleep smiling.  But isnt that victory? But what is real  audience he is talking about?

Lastly I learnt, a loser is not when he doesnt know the answers but he is really one when he himself doesnt understand the answers he is writing. And a winner is not when he completes his answers he is expected to write, he is really when his answers give rise to new questions.
I just couldn't get him answers.  I feel some make their way to graves too early, too sober.
May be their life expectancies are far shorter than their breakeven points.
Or may be there is never a thing like Audience.

The bus hit the highway and I got into sleep.

- Aroon Che

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One but less

" That moment when the lights go off, the television and phones go mute, when the rooms are empty, and the wardrobe is pretty spacious than you need, when the dining room looks blank and the balconies get deserted. That moment when the roads are empty and the shops are lonely and there is no one to bill your goods. That moment when you visit your school and the teachers find hard to find you in their memories. That moment when you watch movies, smile and jump till you find you are alone in a fantasy. That moment when you drink goblets of beer , feel happy that you achieved the world, and sleep with a prostitute only to wake up in the morning to find ashamed to look at yourself in the mirror. That moment when you find that friends around you get diluted as they sense downfall of your career and money. That moment when you conclude you are not just alone and you feel sad to know this fact.

Its this moment that enlightens you that you are more than an individual and being individual is crime.

The best part of life is mending it, not morphing  it."
- Aroon Che

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Something's out there

Didn't know that the sun out there

Is looking for me to get a little light more

Didn't know that this rain that falls here

Is helping me to find a chance to wipe my tears

Didn't know that these roads are waiting

For me walk them to find myself a home

Didn't know that river that is flowing

Down here to my feet want to clean the mud

Didn't know that the mountains up there

Inspire me to climb up to the heights

When all I was doing is running behind the immovable

Something else outside of me is sliding the ground below

More than what love is to be called divine

And precious than these wars we cheapen

Out there , the world is busy but still eyes

On what we do and what we can do.

To difference the waking inspirations

And the walking influences.

You can be anything

You can be everything

You can be something.

-Aroon Che

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Make our pain triumph

The shady lamps
With oils burning our desires
To ash as black as beautiful eyes
Those shady lamps stand
In the middle of our roads
By the windows of our houses
Under the moon and darkness
Those shady lamps
Are too old like our minds
Too orthodox like our habits
And too strong like our weaknesses
We shall never discuss but fuel
Them everyday and every night
No one wrote about them in diaries
Or even told their children as fairy tales
Those shady lamps follow us
To our cradles and to our graves
The shady lamps
Fill us with love and lust
In relations and loneliness
Like air sniffing the gold dust
It makes blind but farsighted
It makes us dead but alive
It makes us nothing but everything
The shady lamps live
So do we
They soon shall die
So do we.
In the roads of this life
The shady lamps
Walk us to everyday grief
But burn us one day on pyre of bliss
That's the whole essence
Of having the lamps shady but with luminescence
Oh father,
Pour in more oil
And illuminate the darkness
Make our pain triumph
In these essential journeys
Into every corner
Of these spherical minds.

-Aroon Che

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Be not what you do not need to be

To the sky that's limiting
To the night that fears darkness
To the earth that's growing weak
To the day that's distancing light
To the bird that's chopping its wings
To the jungle that's fueling its fire
To the animal that's hiding with fear
I sing to them, this song of despair
I sing to them, this song from everywhere
I want them to look into mirrors
And find out their real faces
Hidden in the dogmatic wrinkles
And layers of illusive powders.
I want them to come out of their places
And walk into the new roads of freedom.
Freedom, my friend, like loneliness, its a choice we make
The world has what you want to take
Be not the sky that limits itself
Be not the earth that's weakening from inside
Be not that bird,be not that animal
Be not that day, be not that jungle
Be not that night, be not a fairy tale.
Be not what you do not need to be.

-Aroon Che

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The World is waiting to kiss you

What's blinding us
Is not the tinted windows
But our weakness
To imagine a little more
Its our dumbness
To not to cry when it pains
But not our language or silence
Its our apathy
To not to pick up the fallen minds
But not our strength or sense
Its our prejudice
To not to stay together and fight
But not our singularity or right
Its not the darkness
That's stopping us to search the lost
But the lights disclose
Our fear to look into ourselves
Fear not ,my friend
The images what your mirrors show
Can be changed
Break not those mirrors to hide your wrinkles
But fill in yourself
Some love and response
The world is waiting to kiss you
Walk out of darkness
Walk out of weakness
Walk into the eternity
Into this journey of humanity.

-Aroon Che

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Cross the Limits of our Skins

Tomorrow's a today
And this fence is a mirage
Nothing binds us
This love,this war but faith
In our mothers and in our fathers
Our fathers fought this battle
Of life ,liberty and happiness
We were born in the middle
Of those blood stained hours
Our mothers fought the riddle
Of time, pressure and darkness
We were born black as coal
We were born weak as a leaf
But what made us shine
And what made us strong
What made us walk the roads
And cross the limits of our skins
What made us stand fearless
Before these ruthless goliaths
I sing to you in this hour of despair
Tomorrow's a today
And we shall find our ways to repair
The time we lost all the way.

-Aroon Che

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The Night's still there

This one has a true mark on me when I painted it last night. I was weak from all the day's work and when this music from Coldplay's song MIRACLES  started singing into my mind I had to show it somewhere somehow and this painting happened. It brought me back where I feared to be.

-Aroon Che

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The Innocence of Hate

How sad it looked
At our faces as we walk on its shores
Mocking at its waves that run
One after another but couldn't touch our feet.
It never tried to reach us
Though it lives around us
The sea has its might
Not in the tender waves that tries to escape to the shores
But deep in the mind where we fear to dare.
Its not that might we try to achieve in us
But the decoration of the weakness in our minds
That makes us criticize great things
When they are happening around us
They do happen
Like the sun that never needs any lift but rises
Like that moon that never needs our light but shines
Like any other great mind
That smiles no matter what others sound.

-Aroon Che
 

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The Train that takes you far away, Art ft.

The train that travels from you to me should bring me happiness but not reasons, memories but not nightmares, ideas but not potholes love but not lust, peace but not war. And thats the meaning of Life. Its always translated as understood.Art by Aroon Che

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No

"Our maps shouldn't make us handicap to try roads less traveled,
Our music pods shouldn't make us dumb to voice out our anger,
Our rack of books shouldn't make us blind to the ever changing meanings,
Our sports and games shouldn't make us sick towards others winning their way,
Our paintings shouldn't make us mask our faces with this favoritism,
Our stories and movies shouldn't make us too busy to visit the other side,
Because we are what our hobbies are,
Because this world is just the magnified version of our minds."

-AroonChe

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