Lost In Life

a poem by a disappointed man....

who hasn't been able to bring back life on track, even after innumerable endeavours! 

A saintly human does his job,

but finds himself amidst a mob,

of selfish people, finding their gain,

drowning him, in an ocean of pain.

He's agonised and has lost his strife,

he knows now, that he has lost in life.

The anguish elephantine,

the pain is now straining,

the throes pang him now,

much beyond his bearing.

Life ain't easy,

he knows still,

but he's dead now,

and can no longer endure the drill.

Tears dry out but the pain still lingers...

This is one of  my best poems till date. It's very close to my heart, as I have experienced this emotion often...

when you lose out something,

you had meticulously planned,

when it's others to be blamed,

and you do feel damned,

however hard you try,

you still feel pained,

as if you were fine moments ago,

and have just been maimed,!

When anger and detest are the only things you feel,

and your mind goes numb,

as if sealed with a seal,

when the people who agonize are your own kin,

and your hopes get squashed like a banana skin,

when all you feel is frustration in your fingers,

well, that's the moment,

when the tears dry out but the pain still lingers.!

Cry if you wish,

but even tears abandon you,

uncertainties become clearer,'

and you wonder whom to turn to!

When all you can do is to feel loony,

and when lofty problems stare at you,

you do feel puny !

when you actually feel like a lone,

and the whole world looks equally iffy to moan.

When the throes pang you,

like the missile called stinger,

it's that condition when

your tears dry out,

but the pain still lingers!

The anguish is elephantine ,

then even crying is not enough,

dying seems the only way out,

but it's my life nevertheless,

not a wheat puff!

I still feel pained,

even when my tears have deserted me,

frustration drowns me completely,

prohibiting me, to love free...

A Ray Of Hope!

I have always been very fascinated by the power of the pen. When you write,you must quail at nothing,and let the words pour straight from the bottom of your heart, all the feelings and emotions are then converted to words, which always express! I have always found it easier to express myself with words,as writing gives me an opportunity to cogitate over the happenings in my life,and how I faced them.
I never believed that I could write poems,until I did start writing them in 12th standard. That was a period of great stress for me,as I had seemingly endless exams to appear,and was reasonably prepared for none. The exigency was to study,but I couldn't fathom anything given in my books.I was sad,deeply disappointed, and millions of emotions were boiling inside me! I spared some time and wrote a few poems, in an attempt to console myself, all of them reflected grief and frustration. After the turmoil (exams) were over, I wrote this poem, a Ray of Hope! Which provided me the much needed motivation to face the future problems. Life has been really good ever since. So here's the poem.


Whenever I'm been drowned in a stressful stream,
I feel really panicked,unable to scream,
The worries and anger hold my breath,
and all that is visible is a dreadful death.
When the refulgent gleam fades,
as the day is won over by night,
your face appears before my sight,
a ray of hope, scintillating! Bright!


It gives me the power,
to withstand the pain,
and all my lost strength,
I then regain,
it then seems fun,
to confront my worry,
which then becomes easier,
and is done in a hurry!


Agonies then fail,
and the mind becomes calm,
I see the throes grow pale,
like the colour of my palm.


The ray of hope,
is an endless rope,
which pulls me out of all my stress,
It gives me succour,
to overcome the throes,
and ends all the piled up distress.


When the clouds of stress,
drench my core,
the ray of hope parches me,
and opens a novel door.


The ray of hope,
comes in time of need,
and never obliges to any of my greed,
it chooses for me,
the best path to lead,
and invigorates the growth,
of a righteous deed!

Welcome!

Hello readers! I'm Mihir Haryal, currently pursuing my BA from Fergusson College in Pune.
My blog has been titled "Madcap Mihir", because this is one word, which describes me to a great extent. Obviously, as the human behaviour is very intricate, one word is never enough to describe a person, but when I contemplate over my life,I realise that most of the things I have done by choice, were a result of my impulsiveness,though there were other reasons too, but impulsiveness was common almost everywhere. I am those simple but complicated kind of people you have met in your life, maybe different, but you'd never know that unless you know me. Mihir,as a person has been "appropriately" tagged with many adjectives, all depending on the situations and conditions I have been in. People have called me intelligent,witty,ingenious,funny,creative and honest, although many have loved to call me stupid,idiotic,and boring as well.I find joy in the former set of words,and try to find the reason of being called the latter,to help me improve and develop as a person, something I have always wanted to do.
I'm always tempted to try my hand at new and innovative things, I suppose that's what keeps my creativity alive in me. This has resulted,in me being a poet,writer,a novelist in the making, and an artist. I suppose writing a blog will be equally entertaining and satiating. I would upload most of my works on this blog,this will be a reflection of what I am,this is a quest for me to understand myself better, and to let people know about me.
I will be looking forward to your comments on my work, honest comments would be sincerely appreciated. Have a great day folks! :)