FALLING DOWN

Brief is
the encounter of a lifetime,
Short is
the chance given at an odd turn,
Craving for more,
Asking for another,
There's no end to this twisted,
convulsing, depraved game,
They called 'life'.

What is 'life',
if it's filled with
the death of reason
and bereft of compassion,
The very reason that
makes you and me,
Us, Human........

Joyless,
Cheerless,
Drifting away
in the 'busy'nees of things,
Brought question to mind,
Can money makes
your 'life' better,
Or changed all to be right,
For that's what the 'world'
nowadays championed,
a realm with no consciousness,
a place with no 'regret'.

And to my own surprise,
I'm too can't help
But falling down,
In what they all called
'LIFE'...........

ISOLATION

Inside a room,
locked out off the world,
a thousand mile away from home,
feeling alone and empty,
the heart's beating sound so clear,
in the silent night,
when the sky is bright and
the stars are shinning.

The mind wonders
if the care is there awaiting outside,
The soul longing
for the embrace of love,
The senses cherished the
moments when laughter and joy is in the air,
The body remembered
the touch of hope
and the kiss of life,
And in it, the person
realizes the truth of his existence.

Though new things
and strange environments
takes away the comfort
that you used to,
That's reality,
Nothing is perfect as
what we wished for,
And to know this
is the real wisdom.

Keep on going
and
Remember
You're not alone.

TO KNOW

Everyone wants to know about

The future,

For what has happened

Is the past,

And what is happening

Is the present,

Yet the future holds

Thousands mysteries,

Of things that yet to come,

Of success and failures,

Of fortunes and ill-lucks,

Of loves and breakups,

Of life and death.


For we waste too much times

Over the dreams and hopes

We compiled over the years,

That we forget what we have,

And we regret it when it's gone.


But is it good to know what

Lies ahead of you?

Will it made life better for you,

Or worsened it?

Worry shall plagued you,

Distress shall haunted you,

Frustration shall dragged you down,

For even if you know what will happened,

Who are you to stop it from happening?

Everything happened for a reason,

Instead of looking ahead

And unknowingly falling down

Into a gorge,

Better calmly walk down

The mundane road

If you're not up to the challenge.

NOTHING NEW

The rushes of the wind
Reminds me of the things
Which was good and amazing
In my life
When you're besides me,
Yet as I tried to walk through
This new road
To go to the places I've never been,
Why, all of the sudden
Everything changed,
I am still me,
Just as you are still you.
What's the difference?
Tell me, for I
Cannot understand
What's your mind made about
For you speaks of one and
act of others,
Contradicting all that I know
I think I know
About you.

As if those years means
Nothing
Like this will ends and
New beginning approaches,
Without you
Or me
In each other's picture.

IF I WERE

If I were to just let my sanity fly away,

I’ll murder someone

Right here, right now.

If I were to snapped in sudden wrath,

I’ll shove you from the stairs,

With a smirk in my lips,

And a joy indescribable.

If I were to forget everything,

I’ll just take a step ahead,

From the edge of the roof of the highest building,

And let the ground embraces me

With a cold indifference,

A shattering bloodshot.

As easy as taking a breath,

It is easy to take a life.

Who want to be blame

for the failures of others?

Who want to take the fall

for someone else’s mistakes?

But in the end,

It is easy to point your finger,

Accusing others

Than to admit,

The fault is with you.

AS IT IS

This mind has been empty,

For quite a long time,

As this soul suffers in misery,

Trapped in this undesirable state,

Where all meaning of life seeped away,

Through all the lies, hate and anger

Sprouting in a sickening pace

Waiting to devour all senses from

Everything, everyone……..

Until only darkness remains,

That pitch black picture of despair,

Gloating over the defeated,

While this mind feels nothing,

Disassociating itself from reality,

Finding peace within itself,

From imagination,

From dreams,

From hopes,

Do not want to open our eyes,

Because the world is a stranger,

It is an enemy, a foe,

It should be shunned,

It should be thrown away,

Thus the philosophy of hopelessness speaks,

With its sophistry ideas and empty words,

It drives people mad,

It causes strife,

It brings evil.

SONGS OF VICTORY

When I was a child,
I was told to dream,
Of possibilities and chances,
A bright future of me,
Being who I want to be,
It's most exciting,
It's a wonderful time,
When I'm allowed to be whatever
I wanted to be,
And no one can ever bring me down,
From the blossoming clouds of my hope,
Of my hours in the sun.

Yet this soulless world,
Running on greed and gains,
Stepping on my dreams,
Make way through my heart,
Breaking the hope building in me,
That's what they called reality.

In this restless world,
That we aught to live,
Dreams is ended before it's blossomed,
To be a flower of hope,
For a better day,
And too many wishes under the moonlight,
Beneath the starry sky,
Seem to wither and cool,
In the warmth of the daylight.