Death is always a death
No, life has another meaning
One for you and the other for me
No, it is not so simple
Like the lines, black and white of a book
Nor it is, one for the poor and other for the rich
No, it is not so easy
Like the lines of your hands
It is hidden behind the words
Among the clouds
It is revealed only when they act
Like thunder and lightening
Waiting for the entry to the showOf blitz, glamour and corruption.The first rows are for the VIPsThe middle ones are for the sycophantsAs I am neither of themSo my row is the last one.Front line is for the hypocritesMiddle ones are for the toutsAs I am neither of themSo my line is at the end.I…
Time’s deadWhen I rewind
Me to judge any one or youTill date what I have done is doneNo more wrong I want to doLet them live as they wishThey are, they, on their own rightAs you know ‘comparing’I wish to hate the mostI never wish to float or let my things goLike a cork or dead fish, let me…
Is not the spread of handsNor the kind wordsNor the toxic smileThough these have usefulnessYet will say it is not sufficeThe sack must have a headAnd the head ought to contain knowledge.
Life is sometimes greatSometimes nothingMost of the time it moves in circleThough many a time it goes straightLife is very easyWhen you relinquish your dreamsIt is very hardWhen you want a thing to achieveWhat is life?Life is sometimes greatSometimes it is nothingName fame in life is a gameof pray and hard workSome one may get…
Perhaps you would not wish to answerAnd I do not like to have it eitherFor before meeting with herI was only a useless wheelNow I am proudlyA part of that wonderful cartWhich she made by fitting wheelsOne is mine and the other is from her
