The rays of the sun were warm
And I was young and strong
Now I am old and weak
You may say I am living in the past
And telling you an old story
But in reality it is not
Actually I am telling you a truth
of a natural phenomenon
Exactly like that of a low and high tide
After reaching the highest level
I come down
After remaining at low for few centuries
I will rise again to the highest point
Just believe me
I am telling you a truth
of a natural phenomenon.
I have no problem if you chooseTo become a soulless creatureBut in the process you snatchThe right of deserving candidatesAnd kill the spirit and meritOf the people of your nationIn exchange of few bucksYou buy dishonesty of a personTo do a job in favor of youDepriving other fellow citizensBoth of you, in fact, a real…
With the post modernRandom bombingOf events, the littleSweet bird of my mindCan not perch on a singleBranch, movesFrom cave to cave,Can not concentrateDragging from onePoint to another,Disconnected.The gust of windBlowing him awayThe flash floodUnplugged himFrom the root.In the canvasthe complexPhoto copy ofThe worries and anxietiesEmotions …Broken, fragmentedVolcanic and abruptIntense, roughTempted and wild.Stormed and hauntedSouls run…
Why had you given me a lifeWhen you determined not to give me any livelihood?When you had given me an urge of loveWhy do not you let me meet the proportionate receiverWhen you had given me hopeWhy do not you take away my all frustrations?Why had you given me power to ponderWhen you know I…
He defeats failures with great hardshipsAnd it seems he makes friendship with windDances naked along with his insane whimsBut his success depends on how he kisses the groundUnhurt, unclipped along with storm and rain!
as illusory or false, I keep on hanging and continue in thesame way, disorder forces in, life becomes full of contradiction,i can’t do what I say, in other way, what I say I do not dowho is to blame? me, myself and I, I accumulate immenseknowledge to get freedom but my thought process gets stuckwithin…
I put some seed of loveBut weeds grew too fastThough I used herbicideBut they know how to surviveI threw out the rose, now I loveThe weeds for their survival instinctAnd power to grow everywhereWithout following any rowMy mind follows the heartAnd grows too fast like weedsTo pervade to hoverThe minds and soulsOf people all over.
