I have not
seen you in a long time
still I feel
how close to me you are
I try to talk
but my words fail to impact
maybe a hug
would have worked better
Tag: people
Some more
Love and love some more
forgive everyone who hurt you
they are hurting themselves
Live and live some more
no has a right to stop you
take it where it feels right
Laugh and laugh some more
you never know who you impress
with your ship sailing, it wont drown
Sing and sing some more
trust few important men of steel
everyone is fighting for their destiny
No one
No one to listen, no one to hear
my story, my pain and my fear
This is what I conclude from the mystery of life
no one is a lover, a friend or a wife
to the bad luck, we are born on the same land
but still the people fail to understand
how much one lose to carry a relationship
and in a minute, it drowns like a ship
only names are there – father, brother, mother
but they don’t really care for each other
because whenever one has to suffer pain
there is no partner even to remain
like the winter-leaves, they fall
and come back again in the spring – they all
but whenever one gets happiness
it reduces and gets much less
due to the wrong intentions of the society
happiness gets killed! God mercy!
Give them the hearts and not only the mind
so that they can be enough gentle and kind
let them realise everyone’s feelings
and pain and how tough is to get healings
Still I know no on is the God, no one to hear
my story, my pain and my fear
Beginning
We die, and then we begin again
on a new journey that starts everyday
even if you do not know the rain
silver linings of the clouds it may
and when the summer takes you
in the spring they will come play
keep going in the sweat and say
goodbye…
My desire
i want to just fall down
to simplicity, and smiles
out of this fake world
of lost treasures
i want to come out
in the open, into the fields
for once to breathe
out of this choked city
i want to eat trash
not the salads or breasts
to live it to the fullest
and spoil myself with it
i want to sleep on the grass
on the bed of fallen flowers
still thinking of my beloved
in a breeze passing by
i want to hold your hand
not your diamond ring
Parasites
They suck the blood out of you
you feel helpless, drained
knowing them alive, living on you
making you weak, strained
seldom you realise they are not
your part, making it hard to get rid of
these false realities are demons hot
they are not alive or dead there of
only within you they can survive
but only if you allow them to
imagine a better life without them, strive
realise the parts that only appear to be you
and once the parasites are out of you
my friend, you won’t feel drained anymore…
People, We
People try to fill their melancholy
with expensive things to pass time
they decorate their pain
with a soft bed of roses
People try to run from their lives
into mountains and small towns
they addict themselves to be alone
just to forget about who they love
People spend their lives working
thinking they could change the world
yet their own lives they cannot
they fear the darkness, silence
People would sleep for long hours
looking for relaxation, peace
if only they will sit in the dark
alone in the basement, like Batman…
Forest
Once I would have fallen down
but I don’t and I keep walking
maybe I forgot the way through
Or I was going right before
so while I get up, I look again
from where I come and where I
need to go; Is it the right path?
that takes me to my destiny
I keep walking but I must clear
stones in my path that hinder
and instead of asking people
I must find my own path here
some lead me to the wrong way
who do not themselves know ahead
even if they have crossed your paths
jungle is huge, animals lurk, day or night
if they choose to go, let them
if they choose to come, let them
as born alone, traveler to explore
why be afraid if we die alone anyway
human is the most tricky animal
you won’t know if it will harm or transform…
Choices
There are dreams there are ways
There are people there are their days
To which the heart calls, it longs for all
Itself it changes, every moment, it falls
Two choices at every turn, opposites
How do we know what is right
And finally it is not our plan
These are our feelings
which make things happen
Lets feel it…
Ashes
‘Hey, how are you?’ he asked
why do we ask such difficult questions
‘Well, I am good.’ I said as some
lies will always carry a smile to go with
strange as I look down at the menu
as he reads me through my response
he smiles softly and then he would forget
burnt ashes is what we will be served