Happy 2013

Happy 2013 to all,
Maybe more like people,
Happy surviving it this one,
For the time was never going good for now,
Someone's daughter been raped,
Financial crisis,
People dying,
Masscarce happening,
Still at the end people sleep,
For who knows when and where it would end,
Nothing is fixed for now,
Maybe you may be laughing at someone,
Soon you would be taking this place,
For lust in people can't just die out,
It is just have to be control,
Lust not for sex.
But for things,
It can be handle by one self,
Add a control to self before saying to others,
For people go on wandering sayings things to others,
Before looking at themselves,
Maybe this year have a change at self,
Before setting out to change the world. . . .
Happy New Year to all. . . ..

Winter

The winter has taken its place,

Layer of clothing to keep ya self warm,

The season which I never like much,

Brrr it always bring me cold,

And lotta irritating body movement,

Just like the reverse in summer,

Here I'm wrapped up in a quilt,

With my notes to be eaten up,

And puked up at the papers,

That what teachers want anyways,

Take up their knowlege and puked it out when they test you,

To see how much you had learn,

Wish it was more like show me something I don't know,

But still life never goes like that,

Back to the notes,

Tich tich days of horror started. . . .

A prayer to the upper one

A prayer to upper one,

Guide us all for we all wander away,

For sometimes what we think is good is bad,

And we started working on the words of others,

Unbind me from the chains of the society,

Let me expand,

Let me see what individual holds,

For we all are barred in fear of unknown,

Maybe life is more than just money and godly prayers,

I thank you for my happiness for I need it,

I thank you for my sad times for I learn to mould myself for hard times,

Thank you for guiding me,

For life is just a lesson,

Good one take up the place of memories,

And bad ones are the lessons to be learnt. . . .

A mother's poem

A mother's poem,

For you were born femine to handle the load,

As wife,child and mother,

Duties to perform,

And unlimited selfless love,

You remain up at night when we are sick,

Even disturbing your sleep at nights,

You taught us to talk,

And how to live in this world,

For you always showed you were cool on front,

Even hiding the tension on back,

Worrying from the start to the end,

For we always be your child,

Forever and ever. . .

A poem for you

Poem can be anything from romantic to something and something else,
Maybe this one is a poem for you
Like this one now,
For time never waits for anybody,
It flows in its flow,
So enjoy your life a little,
Live it free from chains of everyone,
There is always lot and lot for you to see,
For look me who had thought I could really love someone,
Isn't it just ironical when I had given up on love,
This had happen,
For I was a selfish guy all along,
Didn't worried much for anyone,
Cared for those who are alone,
For I always knew how it felt,
Maybe not that much up to the mark yet a little ,I guess,
Dead were my feelings anyways,
Now that I have you,
Revived  from the dead it is,
I can feel a little joy again,
Maybe I learnt to love again,
Or maybe I was trying to live again,
Life is all funny you know,
You never know what happens next,
As they say expect the unexpected,
Maybe this poem is a little about me and me,
Just a little about me. . . . .

For I wanted to live my life

For I wanted to live my life deliberately,

Trying each things desperately,

It is just that it couldn't work according to my way,

It had it's own special way,

I was threw upon the life,

To live and live was all to learn,

For it could be from good to worse,

Each moment had something to learn,

It gave me every chance to break free from my shackles,

To live beyond what I learn,

For each day had a story,

Varying from the previous one,

That made up the good ol' memories,

I wanted to live deliberately my life,

Didn't know it was already full of life. . .

For the world is not blind. . . .

For the world is not blind,
It is just too busy,
Everyone see what you do,
How you do,
Just that they doesn't say.
Doesn't mean they didn't see,
For walls have ears you see,
The whispered words may be carried out,
Words would spread between the crowd,
How and how you would never know,
Still the crowd wouldn't speak it at your face,
For they would behind your back,
It may be true or false rumor,
Still they would think you did it all along,
It is how the world goes,
Maybe I guess that is my perspective,
According to yours it may be different,
For the world is not blind,
It is just too busy,
If you are too big shot they will talk of you,
Else you are just nobody,
For it may vary from place to place,
From Neighborhood, Society,School, College or somewhere else,
So never think no one sees what you do,
For they see but they never say to you. . . .

For sometimes I need to stop. . .

For sometimes I need to stop,
I couldn't stop it anyways,
It is like things flowing away,
Moving away so quickly,
Time picking up its pace,
Clock ticking away,
Ticking toking its way,
Life is so funny,
It is never acts according to our demand,
Work up its own master plan,
Adding up twists and twists,
Like making a twisting flavor of ice creams,
Sometimes good and sometimes bad,
Time would flow,
How good or bad we never know, 
It would go on and on till then,
Till the life has ended its run, 
Still even now I could stop myself now,
For hands and brain working itself right now,
For it is like this now,
Or till my life end its run. . . . 

11:00 p.m and 100th piece

11:00 p.m it is,
8th November 2012 it is,
It has been near about 1 year,
Since I started up writing this stuff,
Who had known I Could write it up,
Express myself like this,
A different perspective of the world I see,
Dark or what I wrote about,
Something crazy crazy it was all about,
For this is the 100th one of them all,
There is nothing special about it ,
For it would go as it is,
My life would flow,
I would float in its flow,
And the life would flow,
So many people around yet I'm alone,
Dark as I'm from inside,
With no one to understand my world,
Oh how I'm in this world,
For in the first piece I asked,
Why the hell I'm in this world,
Yet I still searched for it,
So this is the 100th of all,
A little of me that is all. . . . . 

For Life it is

For life it is,
For sooner or later you will die,
Nothing shall remain,
All those big things,money and stuff,
Everything would be gone,
The respect you earn stays behind,
And everything goes,
The rest is return to the surrounding,
Earnings is taken away by close ones,
Body is taken away by nature,
And nothing shall remain of you as time passes away,
Memories may fade away,
Blurring they get as time flows,
For life it is my friend,
For Sooner or later you will die. . . . 

Twinkle Twinkle little star

Twinkle twinkle little star,
Who would had wondered you so far,
Above in the ethery sky,
Like a diamond in the dotted sky.

Twinkle twinkle little star,
Who would had wondered you so far,
So yet close yet so far,
Wish I could you in my arms,
And Together we set sail though the ethery sky
Till the sun rise.

Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Who would had wondered you so far. . . . 

Butterfly

Life is a river

For what is left,
In the end what will be left,
Things will flow by,
For life is like a river,
It flows,
Taking you with it,
For you can choose the path,
But you can't go back,
Past can never be changed,
It is just it is,
Flow flow in it,
For all rivers meet up in the ocean,
Then the your life will end,
For then we would meet up the death like others,
And it matters what you did before you meet the end,
For the end is the same,
Before is different,
The paths you choose during your course,
Good,bad,worse or something different,
It's your life in the end,
Not someone else. . . . 

Should stop. . .

Maybe I should end this up,

For it is late for now,

Past 1 a.m it is now,

The fan and darkness are singing its lullaby,

For now should I close my eyes,

And say night,

For it isn't good nor bad,

It is just night,

Probably should stop now,

And fall asleep now. . .

Brain and hand

For this hand don't think of stopping now,

For brain is ready to play it's role now,

Words would flows,

Roam n roam in my mind,

Unstoppable it is,

Empty still lot to say,

For words would have lot to say,

Hands thinking itself now,

Writing up words which are best to it,

Boycotting the confused mind,

It just writing up words and away,

Stopping when its tym. . . .

For who had known

For who had known ,

Already alone from inside,

That too from long,

That void eats me up,

Never leaves any chance up,

A void I'm,

Hollow I'm from inside,

For what I'm,

Why I'm here for,

Unquestioned remains,

For I can try fill up other's void,

But mine is like black hole,

Doesn't fill up,

Why I'm here,

Maybe being lost is the best solution

I lost a lot of me before,

For lot will more fade away,

Wisg I could too just fade away,

For I would come when the need is there,

Elsewise I'm satisfied for self,

For I'm like this for long,

Used to it for long. . . .

For I'm not alone

For I'm not alone,

For I'm surround by the shadows ,

And by weird time combinations,

For they to remind me that they are already there,

Voids are still there,

For they will never be filled,

Daydreaming the mind goes,

Don't know what goes,

Life and time just goes by,

For I don't care thats why,

Time flows day become night,

And I don't know time just go by,

I don't feel happiness or saddness,

For how would I,

For I'm lost in time,

And time just flies by. . . .

Lullaby of fan and darkness

The lullaby of the fan and the darkness,

Here let me sing you a lullaby,

To close ya eye and make you fall,

In the arms of the night,

For each spin the fans sing a song,

Sometimes rhyming and sometimes period,

For it cuts away the air,

To provide you relief,

With spinning madly to make you sleep,

For darkness already takes you in his arms,

And soothes you up till you sleep,

To far away,

Where pain is imaginary and fanasty is lived,

Till the morning rays wake you up,

For a new day. . . .

Morning

Morning morning it is,

A little stretch of arms,

Popping up of bones,

Why is the gravity so heavy right now,

Wanna just lay there,

Outside the morning rays welcome me,

Shining in my eyes,

And opening up the day,

With a little effort I get up,

Go to bathroom to little freshen up,

A couple of more yawns,

A nice morning tea to feel the fresh start,

And there,we are ready to start the day. . . .

A dead thought

A dead thought roam in my mind,

Why is I fear my self,

Why do the instrument of death excite me,

Let the blood flow,

The blood will flow in river,

Thick and red it flows,

Divinity is lost,

People are lost in transitions,

Wanna kill off those who hurt my love ones,

Start believing in self,

Before believing in god,

Unbound yourself,

Free yourself,

Let ya self go,

Away from all,

For everything is dead,

We need to relive it,

Nights would soon turn sleepless,

Pain would be endured,

And there would be a new opening. . .

Funny world

Life is funny isn't it,

It makes us thristy for people and things,

They took up place of addiction,

A addiction which is above all,

You can't leave nor you can't fully fulfil ya thrist,

That how two people are bounded,

That rush and thrist are like a boom,

Funny is the world isn't it. . . .

Torturous day

Torturous torturous the day is,

Forgotten registration form will make me run here n there,

Long will be the day,

Feel like scream out loud,

Why the work here is worse than goverment offices,

Run and run and run,

Notes to be photocopied,

Studying to be started,

Legs will pain at the end of day,

Such a tortourous day it is. . . .

Funny time

Funny thing is time,

Sometimes it flows,

Sometimes it doesn't,

Memories make us cry and cry,

It's better to let the past burried below,

Sometimes we wish we had a timemachine,

And change all the things we regret of,

But that would also change the joyous moment we had,

It's better to let things flow,

No matter how hard you try,

You can't go against the flow,

And life will float you away,

In the river of life,

With unexpected twists and turns,

Surving at the end of day,

Till the journey is completed in the end. . . .

Dreams of flowing time

Let me have a little rest of the night,

For after this daily day,

Running and working that it is,

Time starts to flows,

Who knew it goes so fast,

For all happy moments goes past as dream dreamt,

Even hard to believe that it happen,

Yet time flows by,

Work to be done,

Is done by the sunset,

Sometimes it goes beyond,

World to live in by most is fanastical,

Yet we live in reality,

Wishing those things,

So cover yourself with a quilt,

Sleep tights cause the dreams you see,

Are the actual dreams,

Rest are dreams of flowing time. . .

Nobody can make you feel alone

Nobody can make u feel alone,

For people being there doesn't make you alone,

You are ultimately with ya self too,

Don't ever forget that you are never alone,

For loneliness is still there with you,

That doesn't make u singular,

And if it doesnt count up then,

Air is always there,

You just need to let ya self go,

To feel it ,

For each tym something bad and worse will come,

That wanna make u run,

But u need to stand ya ground,

For in the end it is nuthin den just a trail,

You live up to it,

You survive,

Else you sucide,

Fill up that void with music and all,

do something that you want to do all along,

Dont forget the routinely chores,

Study a little more,

for my dear you are alone no more. . .

Here I stand here

Here I stand here,

Standing at the edge,

Looking at the sky,

A dark cloth with few pattern dots,

The sound of train is yet audible,

Yet it is so far away,

I could hear it moving away,

Streets are illuminated with tube and bulbs,

And here I'm standing at the edge of the world,

Where silence is the best word,

It keeps you away from worldly words,

Still too much of everyone is bad,

For people may mistake your silence for weakness,

Alone is the night for all,

But I don't feel it much right now,

A shadow self on the wall,

Copying me all along,

The creatures of night feel up the background music,

Producing a harmonic humming,

We all are alone after all,

It doesn't matter so much along,

Still the night is gud for a lullaby,

For sing it,

I close my eyes. . . .

At the end of the day

At the end of every day,

It gud to have those negative falls,

Kinda makes you nearer to real world,

For trust is like a mirror,

One crack to its beauty,

It's destroyed,

When will I ever learn,

Still I don't trust anyone,

Voids will be made,

Trust will be broken,

Saddness will fill up the space,

Atleast a void filled with distrust is better with saddness,

Relieve of this pain,

For I wish to live no more,

I lack this joyous moments,

Feel like dead to me,

Down down mind fell,

For devil knows how it felt,

Feeling burried deep underground,

Loneliness at mind,

Betrayals at eyes,

For nothing is divine,

Nothing is pure,

For I'm dead sure,

All layed up in sins,

For I know my place,

Somewhere in the hottest parts,

Waiting till pace slows down,

Death kisses me,

And I fade away. . . .

Stop

Life is ticking away fast,

Going faster and faster,

Damn,it could just stop,

And this mind should stop too,

Just stop,

It wouldn't stop,

Argghghhhhh,

Time is flowing away,

Time is flowing away,

We don't know when to stop,

Don't we,

Leave me alone,

All is in a confusion,

Stop Stop,

Why wouldn't it stop,

Can't take it anymore,

Please stop. . . .

Please

Please. . . .

Madness

Crazy crazy words are,
La la lu la la la,
Madness filling up the ether now,
Crazy crazy it seems now,
Stupid are the actions seems to the words,
For I don't care now,
Enjoying my madness to extreme now,
Words are replaced with laughter,
Feelings can't be expressed,
Wanna touch this and that and this and that,
Wanna just dance to the beat,
Jump with joy,
Mock up someone,
Share some more laughs,
Enjoying till this madness last. . . . .

Who ran away

A cut to the hand,

The blood begins to flow,

Slowly slowly the life drains,

Light fade away,

A trail of red water begins to flow,

As you lay dying,

The memories will begins to flash,

Your suffering according to you end,

But it is just the beginning,

With end of drop of blood,

You may find yourself fade away,

But that would just begin the pain,

Your love ones would never believe  that you went away,

Your parents would suffer night and day,

Tears would just flow and flow,

Others may follow your suit to escape life,

At the end you were such a coward to run away,

To throw away what was most precious,

For other fear to lose it,

You just throw it away,

You never completed your run,

Didn't realise life was beautiful in the end,

You lost yourself,

And for what now remains a souless body in a red river,

Who ran away. . . .

What I want

What is what I want now,

Some satisfaction to live somehow,

A smile to give,

Some happiness to give,

Sleep to complete,

Books to be opened,

A past to bury,

Future to explore,

To love someone more,

A laugh to be share,

Life to live,

Money to be earned,

A degree in hand,

Expection to live up to,

And a run to end. . . . .

Saturday dinner

For I headed for the journey on the road,

A not so illuminated road is there,

Distant street,flood lights are,

Some people walk by,

Walking past now I'm on yellowish orange road,

I see down I see my shadow here,

Walking with me,

Imitating what I do,

Its hidden between the darkness,

Yet tell me its there when slight light is there,

A slight coolness is there,

A feel up the body,

Slight warmth in the body,

Lost is the mind somewhere,

Wanna keep it down anyways,

Entered a local restaurant,

Some similiar faces,

Words and words exchanged ,

Some more silence now,

Fans making some noise,

Water in glass vibrating,

A dead chicken being roasted outside,

Some more water down my throat,

Some food down my throat,

And up and away,

I headed back where I'm came from. . . .

A sweet lullaby

A sweet lullaby for you,

Close your eyes,

Let ya self be free,

Let air feel u up,

Angels sing you a lovely lullaby,

Where everything that you need is there,

Night at its peak,

Stars having their usual conversations,

Crickets filling up the silent night,

Fireflies lighting up the bulb,

Here you lay on your sweet mattress,

With your eyes closed,

A kiss on your forehead,

To complete ya sleep. . . .

Death happen around us

Death happens near us everyday around us,

Everything will perish or fade away,

We don't take much notice to it much anyway,

Memories remain with the loved ones,

For the rest they just go away,

Creating up a void in the place,

The would be filled up soon,

The sun dies at the end of each day,

Air dies to give us life,

We all are dying each and every moment,

Slowly fading away,

Making memories now and then,

Knowning its unavoiable yet fear it till the end. .

GH

Stuck up in this jail,

All the pleasures are left out after 5:30 p.m,

A cruel old jailer to welcomes us all,

Wanna just run away,

Locked up like a 5 year infant in home,

Sometimes the night looks soo pleasant to roam,

Wanna just break out of this jail,

Set myself free,

Live the night,

Go somewhere far away from here,

And being like a bird set free,

Returning to its nest whenever,

Wish no boundary were there,

No attendance was to be there,

Just me and all

A dream to live

A dream to live tonight,

Lets fall into it,

Under the dark vast sky,

We sail through the ether,

An asymptotically place to roam around,

To large to be covered in a time slot,

The journey will go on and on,

Night after night til we die,

Then it wouldnt have any break then,

Past the white moon,

Where no shadow is there with us,

Where light are millions or trillions or more away,

For lets fall asleep and sail away. . . .

Despair

World is in a despairation,

Greed is on most mind,

I may be wrong,

Wish I was,

For more than thousands die daily,

Who cares in the end,

Except for the love,

That also include exceptions sometimes,

Money and no time is on mind,

Run run run after it,

Dead morals we live by,

The society makes sure we do,

The fear of society is greater than God now,

Isn't it now,

Go hide yourself somewhere,

Cause you have failed some place and some time,

For value of people are losing away,

Value of education and morals,

A world of fickle sheeps with powerful shepard we live under,

In herd you are lost,

Break free now,

Live it your way now,

But never get upon the eyes of others,

They hate and you know it,

For value of wisdom may soon be lost,

Only source will prevail in the end,

Still hope for the common is there,

Till we break from the herd. . . . .

Nirma March

For night never really did took place,

For light and hunger took its place,

The time before the sunrise we headed off,

Mocking and talking all along,

Laughters fill up the streets of night,

With a hint of mockery and all,

The tea and biscuit was only to fill up the thrist of hunger,

Then we decided to head back,

Till we change our path to way home,

Singing the nirma march through the silent roads,

Light flashed but we never stop,

We march with song in our heart,

Dare could anyone could stop us all along,

For 10 there was and till end 10 there was,

For the not happened night has ended its run,

And sunrise is now on its way. . . . . .

Contradictory words

Here I'm here for a another run with night,

Battling my sleep,

A tablelamp is spreading its light around,

My guitar and me just around,

No one there to listen the words and notes,

Its good I guess,

Darkness surround me,

Negativity fill up my mind,

There is nothing divine at this time,

Something urges me go on and on,

Its gud to be alone after all,

For I'm never alone,

Loneliness surround me,

Words don't leave my mind,

For nothing there,

Nothing is what you take with you in the end,

Leaving all behind,

Your body,family,friends and so much more,

Moon shines under the sun's light,

Providing a shadow from the heat rays for a while,

We all are here right now,

Partially dead for now,

Till we rise again,

Some may won't,

With the wall I lay my back,

Resting upon it write this thing,

Sleep is slowing seeping in my mind,

Till it completely shut down my mind,

So that I can't oppose the night. . . .

Struck up

Struck up in this room,

Can't leave it anyways,

Brain is dead from boredom,

A teacher blah blah away,

Words ride an aeroplane and go flying,

Wish it could crash in my head,

For I regret my decision now,

Even watching RGV ki aag is better now,

The world outside looks so much better now,

Wish I could run away some how,

Sleep is on my mind,

It makes sure it stays here,

Partially hallucinated lectures I see,

Like a tv running with faulty cable continously,

Wish it could end now somehow,

Time should pick up its pace and end this run now,

For I waited in this room,

Waiting for end of this blah ba lo lo. . . .

Dark void

Down the dark void zone I fell,

Don't know how to stop my fall,

Dark I'm inside,

Sometimes wishing it just end anyway,

Conflictory mad mind,

Why I can't be normal,

For everything flashes in my mind,

For I don't feel that much alone,

For I have you by my side,

That delicate touch,

And that warm in my hand,

Wanting you to be with you every moment,

And holding your hand just like that,

For I talked about you,

I feel this warmth,

Good or bad I dont know,

For I'm addicted to you too,

Still dark I'm inside,

Or it is the work of the mind. . . . . 

The world around me

The world around me,

Revolves round and round,

Night comes after day,

And a new morning after night,

I layed myself on the same bed,

That's with me from the time I started staying,

So many words on the wall,

What stays with me?

I guess nothing,

Those thristy bottles that got feed every night,

Tables that remained untouched maximum time,

A fan that tried its best to cover us all,

My heavy gravity laden bed,

The daily journey from bed to classroom,

On the mystical paths,

That make you lost,

And take you somewhere else,

In naked building classrooms are held,

Looking like it is more covered on the inside,

Tar laden paths,

That have a jail whose insides not known to all,

So much around,

Still nothing around,

Back from the classes,

I hold my guitar and play with it along,

Heading down the stairs to drink tea sometimes,

And have a walk of words and words,

Till finally resting on the gravity ladden bed,

To see the morning rays,

And start afresh again in the revolving world. . .

Just me

For I love being me just,

A confused,lost and day dreaming everyday,

With a little overworked mind ,

And a dark side,

Series of unanswered words on mind,

Sometimes feeling burried deep under ground,

Feeling joy in the smallest thing,

A urge for satisfaction,

Wanna see world though other's perspective,

Sometimes wanna just go away,

Music in my brain,

Keeps too many words away,

Forgetting most of the things,

People and face not be left out,

Yet it is just me,

An idiot or a stupid depends on how you see. . . .

There

Let cover you from harm,

Let me be your fallen angel from heaven,

To shield you from this dirty world,

Where money and source have a upper hand,

In live,rest other are left to suffer,

Let me take back to your world,

Where everything is good,

Where everywhere is equal,

Let me shield you,

Let me hold your softest hands ,

Take you somewhere far away,

From this wordly world,

Just me,you and you,

Time will passaway anyways,

Bad or good doesn't matter much,

At the end memories will remain,

For this world isn't that bad,

Or is it?

For I'm there to cover you up. . . .

Night oh night

Night oh night,

Why are you dark outside,

For daily I sleep under you,

Under your view,

Till I rise again,

You show me a different theater everytime,

Sometimes horror,weird,fanastical or nothing at all,

For you aren't dark in the inside are you,

All alone are you?

Cause no one is there to hear you speak,

So let me lend my ears to you,

To have dreamy conversation with you,

And slowly slipping away into a sleep,

Till I rise again and we converse again. . . .

On the way home

Here I lean myself to a pane of glass,

Beyond which the world is running by,

Headed towards home I went,

Aboarded a glorified vechicle,

I embarked 3 hours before,

For most of me is stataic for now,

Dimmly lited bulb and mobile light,

Is all there to provide light to my eyes,

With wind flowing through my face,

And I headed towards home,

Vechicles zoomed by,

Tires of the bus rolling,

With the sync of the driver's hand,

For we are all are his puppets now,

Atleast for now till the journey doesn't finish,

Darkness all around,

Some light lited trees to see,

Tiry the eyes have been now,

Waiting for that slight closure to drift away,

Back to my dream,

For I may go now to drift away. . .

For what I see outside now is nothing but darkness around,

Only dark figured masses,

Some lited up house at a distance,

Clouds lighting off in a distance far away,

Stars and the moon are having a day off,

Nothing to pass time with,

Bus picking up its pace,

Rumbling of the window glass pane,

The horn of bus screeching through the silence of the night,

Illuminated path is ahead and darkness in behind,

For the sky is not perfectly black,

It had a hint of dark orange color around in some parts,

The night is silence now after a heavy rainy day,

Finally some lighted scenario,

Nearly empty bus,

People around closing up for the term of the day,

Don't know strange feeling flows,

Somewhat it can't be explain,

But only be felt,

For night I love more than day,

It always had a hint of attraction towards it,

Don't know I'm dark or light inside,

For now I'm starting to enjoying it a little....

Going on

Orphan one

I lacked for that love that you irritate from,

For I would never have that motherly touch and father's high shoulder ride,

For you may live in under the spoilt luxury,

I would still urge for it,

Here I'm all alone,

For no one would there would be there to hold my hand,

No one is there,

No motherly cooked food,

No proper birthdays,

The thing you throw away so easily,

You will never its value,

For you will never know its value till you lost it,

That how the world goes,

I'm tagged with a orphan tag,

Isn't there is anyone to claim me again,

For I also deserve the joys,

For even the small one would be big enough for me,

For I'm alone,

Lost and unguided. . . . .

Dark white

A white world,

Sitting between the rocks,

Looking at the iced lake,

What a sight to see,

No life arund yet full of life,

Echo of movement can be felt,

For I'm alone here,

So nice to be here,

White white snow,

Icy it felt,

Don't why i feel dark inside,

With this light outside,

Pitch black it is ya,

Like a blackhole,

For even not the light can illuminate it away,

Heart beating to the beats of music,

A different type of feeling flows,

Weird yet warm ,

For all leave aside,

I'm happy. . .

Positivity

What is positivity?

A little something which gives us a hope,

We all need it to live,

Some take it from words,

Some take it from thoughts,

Those who lived to see their end of life,

All had positivity to live on,

For with negative,

Positive exists,

We all need to look it,

Somewhere where it should be,

We live by that energy,

Great men all had it,

For you may think,

I speak no words of wisdom,

They are just words of life,

Even I live off on it,

Spread it to those who need it,

For someone too had given his energy to you,

Maybe your parents,

friends or a stranger,

When you lurched in darkness,

When you needed someone hand to push you out,

In times of despair and sadness,

In times of loneliness,

Just offer some energy,

For you will good,

For we are made of earth and we shall perish with it. . . .

Questions

I'm just a shadow,

Hidden behind the crowds,

For normal can't see me,

For we all hide something,

Something sinful to self,

For no one is without a past,

Some run from it,

Some love it,

Some stop,

Some just go on,

That's how things go,

Personal gains and greed will be there,

What is life?

Ask yourself

What is religion?

Is it a greed to have heaven or something else?

What are self morals?

Lost are all,

Everyone wanders around,

Some flow the flock in godly land,

Some choose their to live on their own,

For I love being a shadow,

Still there but not there. . . .

Lone

For u urself can handle that pain you bear with you for now,

No relief can be provided through others' words,

We all are alone at the end of the day,

Laying with self in pitch black darkness,

But who knows the inside hold much a darker side,

Surrounded by masked people who were forced to wear by society,

A bunch of narrow minded sheeps who think of themselves as shepherds,

For I will run free from these chains,

For I'm bounded to chains for now,

Waiting for my chance,

Everything or nothing people will still blabber,

For it is on ya to be in the herd or control it. .. .

A hallucinated memory

This one is from my childhood memories,
I was lying on bed down with high fever,
And had taken my medicine with water,
For now I waited for the journey of night to begin,

But  it was gonna to be different this time,
For time on the clock somewhere was,
Past the midnight and before the sunrise,
Me laying on the bed half dead and half alive,

For the journey had now begun,
And soon the hallucinations started taking place,
On the green wall to the left,
A path through forest emerged,
The sound of forest lingered through my ears,

Soon I heard a carriage with horses running past the trees of the forest,
And it traveled through the ether in the room,
The carriage ran through a imaginary path in the ether of the room ,
Looking like fine pink dotted line to line structure with a hint of sweet  smell,

Somewhat not similar to my nostrils,
With carriage stopping its run somewhere around 3 feet away from me,
The driver spoke some words to his mistress,
They some what sounded like "Mam,here is your horse",

And she descended from her carriage with her sweet smell flowed everywhere,
It made me a little dizzy or maybe its was from the effect from the medicine,
The mistress sure looked elegant,more properly like a princess to my eyes,
Mounting her ride,she galloped away back into the forest path through the imaginary path,
To where it came from into the imaginary path,

And with that her that sweet smell faded away,
And my eyes close for its run of the day,
Opening up with the morning rays,
For I could still remember it now,
Hallucination or what it was. . .

Good night

Sleepy dreams you may see,
For it wudn't last for long,
So close ya eyes,
To see this world,
Where everything soon ends,
Whether happiness,saddness or fantasy may take place,
Still it will go away,
For now the moon is hidden behind the clouds,
Breeze flowing for now,
Scattered are the clouds,

Dark as usualis the night,
Maybe evil or silent or both may travel with the night,
Wandered souls that yearn for that peace,
The owl having its usual conversation,
Still having its calming charm,
So good night to you,
For enjoy the show of the night. . . . .

Crap

It is all just a beginning for now,
For I just had a sip of it now,
And lot and lot remain to learn for now,
Crazier does the words get,
For mad mad the world gets,
The things we learn throughout life turns out to be just a illusion,
Those morals which learn turns out to be followed under ideal condition,
Truth gets you more punishments than lies,
Honesty never pays a honest price,
For in the end it is only the power & money counts,

Damn,and yet the society works on moral policing,
Lost are the morals of thyself,
For those goody things that you were taught were just hollow,
For at the end of the day,
There is always some hope in heart,
Don't know about others,
I live with that hope,
Hoping that this madness is no more. . .

^_^

Half awake

A half awake of me remains,
Looking at the windows,
At what it shows,
Laying back to back on the couch,
With my doggy at the door,
To enjoy the rainy time,
A inverter running fan,
A small red light on the switchboard,
And a myna sitting on a wire,
That as far as my eyes can go,
The rustling of the leaves of palm trees,
The water flowing through the pipes,
And the roaring clouds,
Everything providing a environment to relax,
Damn yeah, I like being lazy for now,
For this feel is awesome for now,
Maybe I should let my other half sleep,
So I'm completely asleep. . .

The rain

Let me soaked myself for rain now,
With breezes slowly kissing my body now,
For I close my eyes to feel the rain,
For it sure smell earthly,
Oh clouds,you are my savior,
Saved me when i was sweating from heat,
Spreading your hands of relief to me and others,
Lucky are we,
For your breath provided a soothed relief from the blistering heat,
For let me soak myself in the rain,
To end this heat's reign,
For hustle did the leaves,
Condensed rainwater drop from edges,
The wind chime played along side the wind,
Everything so soothing,
Grumbling are the conversations between the clouds,
And so condensed are the raindrops,
For let me soak myself in the rain,
To feel it myself ,
To welcome the end of heat's reign. . . . .

Classic times

A strange spell casted over me,
For nothing more than classics fascinated me more,
Laying with a empty stomach,
Waiting for my dinner,
That delicious stomach filling food,
Enjoying the classic on the tv,
Pitch darkness out,
For this laying in this illuminated light,
Watching the lame musical ads,
A smile on my face,
Kinda funny are the ol tyms,
When there was no light,
We lay in open,
Under the stary dark sky,
No tension,no worry,
Yet how some things make us realize of the ol tyms,
No inverter,no tata sky,
No jingalala,hahaha,
No broken heart,only bruised wounds,
No money eating prices,
For lovely days they were. . . . .

Journey

With the sun I traveled,
With everything flowing by,
Sitting between the mixture of crowds,
Talking of worldly things,
Me sitting with my guitar and stuff,
Waiting for my stop,
Humid hot is the day,
Wishing it could rain,


Light breeze flowing through,
Maybe just a little rest i want,
From the time i had been spending all along,
Clouds provided some shade from the glittering sun,
With people layin around me half dead,
Swaying to the flow of the bus,
For now my wait goes on,
Waiting to get to my stop. . . . .


The stranded water on the farms drew the picture of the sky,
Like a poster color replication,
For time has now come for sun to set,
For everything was  beautiful to eye,
Slowly now will the veil will be fade away,
Revealing the dark sky,
The winds make now cool down for now,
Ending the glittery sun's run,
For my journey still continue for now,
Till I can finally rest again. . . .


For now the light are lighted up in the bus,
We travel in the dark,
Winds cooled for now,
Just illuminated objects on the road for now,
Music singing in my ears,
A guy keeping the door open,
Some rice laying on the bus floor,
Little for us but more for someone. . .


For I reached finally my stop now,
Sitting on rickshaw,
Heading towards home,
What I can say home sweet home. . .

A beautiful lie

A beautiful lie was all,
Those moments and emotions all went down the drain,
All those words feel like cursed words,
The time spend talking at the night,
Were overflowed words,
I miss your touch so much now,
Your glimpse is what I yearn for now,
Deep inside heart broken I'm now. . .

Dead is my mind now,
Lost the parts of my minds,
For I'm heart broken now,
Wish I could just die,
Cause I can't take it anymore,
Not anymore. . .


For this is enough,
For my emotional limits to hold,
Tears flowing as never ending rivers,
Refusing to dry up,
Wish I could just fade away right now,
For a beautiful lie all it was. . . . .

It rained for now

It rained for now,
My sitting here on my chair,
Thinking a little about me and the world,
A gust of breeze flowing around,
A mixture of yellow and white illuminating my view. . . 


In my dreamy world,
I'm lost now,
Ears turn deaf to world,
For I'm lost in my world,
For my eyes turn blind to the world. . . .


Time flowing by. . . .
Here i'm alone,
Held by my fate,
For I have to live for now,
See the tomorrow day,
Bluff are the words,
Bluff is the world. . . . 


So why worry, the whole world is dead. . .
Blind to the bad,
Deaf to the innocent,
Dead to your pleas ,
For this world is dead. . . . 

Pitiless shadows

Pitiless shadow of innocent former self,
Still lot remain behind these layers,
Harden from those scars and mistrusts,
Yet smile even though,
Every feel that i felt was,
Was a little more than the rest,
Locked up is my former self behind these society doors,
Bounded by chain and lot more. . .

Tales of the night

Night starts with the end of the day,
For most of things had taken place,
Few more to remain,
Everyone headed out to home,
For they yearn for that sweet home sleep,
Stars showed up in their usual places,
Just like normal days,
Silence soon consumes the night,
With silence all around,
Just close your eyes
To hear the sound of the night,
A collection of tick-tocs,
Breathes and insect of the nights and some more,
Each day for they sang the tales of the night,
Till the sun rise. . . . .

A condensed day

There was something I close inside my heart,
Those emotions that wanted to explode,
Enthusiastic yet Unenthusiastic I was,
Contradictory are the words,
To be or to not to be was to be,
Yet I eagerly waited for you in the glittery day,
Lost my judicious brain,
Like made to set upon an open-ended way,
Never ending,just going on and on,
Everything felt cheerful,
Maybe a little cause of you,
So elongated is the wait,
To make my emotions stay in it's place,
If you're reading this,
Please smile,
For this jaunty smile for you may never die. . . . .

Sang

Wid each picking my heart sang with my guitar,
The two became one like connected one,
For my feelings flow through the strings,
Like finger wanna play till it bleed,
So attached is my soul to it,
That I can't live without it,
Connected are we now,
So let us give it a touch of music with emotions,
That can be felt with each strum,
My heart is tied with you. . .
Each beat makes my heart beat. . .

Heartbeat

Heartbeat taking picking up its pace,
Only on the just a thought of you,
A warm feeling take up in the heart,
For those in love can feel that heat,
Dreamy are the words you speak of,
Lost i'm just to hear them off,
Let me have a look into your eyes,
For that is my world,
A kiss to stop my breath,
To just end its run,
Exotic is the feel,
Nothing can take its place,
For you are my world that i can say,
Make me lose myself,
Till i'm in your hands,
At your mercy with my faith,
With each glimpse heart missed a beat,
Feeling a feel that can't be said. . . .

For there is always something

For something there is nothin there,
These nights meant something more than the day,
the words of love hadn't had an unexplained way,
That nothing can define it anyways,
Long I last for these rains,
For nothing seems better than these rain,
Dreamy world i live in,
Love to be lost just to fit in,
The love for the roses of white,
To make me fall it day and night,
Curious for the lust of life,
I feed up it day and night. . . . .

Tired

Tiry tired I'm,
Can't even upheld my head,
A white light cover my eye,
And wind blew fan like fans from heaven,
The bed for looked as my coffin to rest,
Heavy loosely fitted windows are the eyes ,
For it can't hold its place,
For tiry tired I'm ,
My body yearns for night tales,
A lullaby to take me to rest,
To lay me finally to rest. . . .
To dream of the night. . . .

From the eyes of a stray one

Stray from birth,
Born in bunch I'm with my others brothers and sisters,
Yet few will end the span with me,
For this world is cruel that what I see,
You can't stay in one place,
For the world wouldn't want you to stay,
I roam here and here,
Dodging from stones and abuses,
Not successful at dodging at time,
Owned by no one,
Yet owned by the world,
The people say their life is hard,
Live mine,
No roof and no guaranteed food,
Yet I yearn for that slight love,
For a little touch of affection and words,
That what I want,
The motherly earth is my bed,
Here I lay and here shall die,
Unattended and alone,
From Earth I'm formed and here shall I perish like all. . . .

At the end of the day

Maybe at the end of the day we are all alone,

Nothing there or no one there but yourself,

Yet there is a crowd,

Yet there is nothing is there,

You are standing alone by yourself,

No one to hold your hand,

No shoulders to cry your griefs on,

Maybe I wish I die,

Maybe it will all soon end,

But then I will never know,

How it ends so I tend to live on,

Smile fake,fake smile,

Grief and stupidity is here,

I wanna laugh again,

Maybe sometimes I feel I'm half dead,

A work of a overthinking mind,

Stupid. . .no one likes,

Suffocating suffocating . . . .

My Thinking and Beginning

As time passes away with memories,

Moments will come and go away,

But somethings never changes like the wind and sky,

The feeling of air around my hand,

And glazing at the sky with numerous star,

Make us realize that somethings never changes,

It just take up a covering to cover it self up,

As I was a child I used to remember,

When I glaze at the sky,

I saw stars and stars,

Maybe I lived in a fantasy world,

Nowadays you don't see many stars in the sky,

Maybe cause of the pollution,

But the stars are there in their same place,

Same way,people never change,

They tend to cover themselves up,

With a social covering which is need to live in a society. . .

Hmmm. .

By the way,we just stop believing,

In fantasy just as we go up,

Maybe I just want to open my eyes,

But each time I opem them I see the horrified world,

And I close them to return my world,

Wishing the real world would be like it,

But we should never give in both world,

That's what I'm trying to do,

Maybe I'm innocent . . . . Or maybe not,

Just live your life,

Strong and unique as you are. . . .

A Glimpse Again

Still I'm here waiting for you,

To recapture your glimpse,

To recapture that smile,

Still searching for that glimpse,

Where are you? ? ?,

There or not there,

Still I'm here,

Waiting for your glimpse,

To make my breath stop for a moment,

Like a partial death,

To lost myself again and again,

For the time can now wait,

For I need to re-live the moment again and again,

So where are you? ? ?

Cause I'm waiting for you,

At the same place,

Searching for you in the crowd. . . . .

There is something about the rain. . . .

There is something about the rain,

In the morning light,

The face of the sun has now hidden behind the clouds,

With this drizzle of rain,

A cool breeze silently flowing in the ether,

Touching us all along during its course,

So  close your eyes, feel it,

For there is always something about the rain,

A feel something different from all,

The sweet smell of the earth,

The tingling feel of the raindrops,

Who said that some people in love,

Or something can feel the rain,

Everyone does,

Just that they are afraid to say,

Words can't describe that feel,

For it can only be feeled,

So just go have a walk in the rain,

Wet yourself  a little n feel that feel,

For there is always something about the rain. . . .

^_^

Lost in time

Lost in time,People come and go,

Lost in transitions,Many come and went,

We just travel along our way,

Fallen,injured or hurted yet we still tend to walk upon on the path,

Lost are those conversations,

Lost are their words,

Just moments remain,

Happy makes us cry,

Sad makes us happy,

Like things go opposites after sometym,

missing what is gone,

Crying for the scars recieved on heart,

Yet we tend to move on,

Alone and alone by self,

Can't just die anyways. . . . .

Confused or wat i'm ? ? ?

Confused or what i'm ? ? ?,

Can't speak properly nor can present myself,

Yet no one tries to understand me,

These words of truth are lies for other,

Confused I'm now,

Stammering up half eaten words ,

Before my words can take a definite form,

What is it in me? That make me hate myself more,

Just a need of normal self in this weird world,

For where lies and money are given more preferences,

I agree,I'm confuse,

So that does'nt make me you,

Crap filled bag you are,

Shitty from toe to head,

Showing your superiorness arund,

Yet you ain't worth anything,

Leave me alone,

Let me stay in my world,

Where your crap doesn't fill my mind,

Where you stood in real,

Your real self,

Lacking in my normal self right now,

Bounded by the chains of this real world,

Helpless and pitiless we are,

Holded by the laws of karma,

We shall have,

What we do. . .

Yet confuse and thinking what I'm. . .

Flowing words

Page filled with words,

That are driven out of my mind,

Crazy it goes,

No one can predict,

Rhyming and rhyming it sing of the words,

Like a song,

Still it goes on and on,

Undefined,divine or not,

Good or bad,past or future,

The words still flowed. . . ,

Soul filled words

Soul filled words spoken tonight,

Yet no one to hear them,

The words remained with me,

For my loneliness was there to hear it all,

Yet the words did'nt matter anyone after all,

Silent filled night it is,

calming it is,

The fireflies were the mode of lyt tonight,

For they looked like fallen stars from high above the sky,

But as tym will pass,

They may soon fade away,

Into the morning rise,

Maybe dying with the night,

And to be renewed again after each dawn,

To show the path again. . . . .

Hopeless romantic

Here I'm standing here,

Waiting in the crowd,

Lost between them,

Waiting for you all along,

To take me away from the crowdy crowd,

Away from this place,

Maybe somewhere far away,

To sing the love songs that love birds sing off,

To experience the high of love,

That make people sucide after leave it,

For so much addicting it is,

That no drug or thing can take its place,

Still I'm waiting for now,

Still waiting for hold of my hand,

To take me away,

To make this emptiness go away. . . .

Deep Inside

Deep inside it pained,

For no medicine can heal it,

Feeling of dying feeled like a gate to outside,

Consumed to self,

Lost are the interest to talk to someone,

Their words would'nt fill up this hollowness,

Nor yours' could,

The broken pieces can not be binded again,

And broken trusts can't be mended again,

For lost things are hard to find again,

As time may pass, hope may be gone,

To find it again,

Soon it will replaced again,

Yet no one can fill this hollowness again,

Pain and pain is what now remains. . . .

Daydreaming

Daydreaming d day went,

lost in self,i saild through my world,

rushed past, batches of people infront of me,

words dey chattered words from dem,

doesnt seem to touch me aftrall,

for rain from yesterday,

cooled down the blisterin humid heat,

providing  some relief,

the farata fan runned lyk a ol fighter plane,

n here i sit daydreamin once again,

writing words without my consciousness again,

and lyk words flowin inside my mind. . . . .

Tonight

Lights soon fade into the night,

For days may end its term of its day,

Layin on its bed of sky,

To rest 4 tonight,

Shine and shine what it did,

For it was his job to do all dis,

Now that the term is settle for now,

Let me cover you with a blanket of dark ether for now,

With all shape and size of stars and planets,

For time to time the time may vary,

Sometime long and sometime not much to vary. . .

For the light is cover with a blanket tonight. .

Rust

Some part of me rusted through lyf,

d things i did once had fade away into tym,

lost is the self between the transitions,

faded away friends,moments,crushs,bad tyms,

4 tym flows lyk a river,

never waiting 4 d lyks of any1,

4 who may be down now,

maybe be up tmrw,

whom u extract respect 2day,

u wud force in return tommorow,

d wheel of fate may turn to take unexpectd turn,

fortune maybe wid u now,

but not 4evr,i guess,

d things u r proud of,

will be gone tommorow,

lost are self of me now,

lyk stars hidden behind d city sky,

still dere dey r but hidden frm d normal eyes. . .

Words inside my mind

Words n words inside my mind,
Rhythmed up in a single line,
Constantly pokin inside,
Frustrating me all behind,
Tired i'm for now, for death seems a solution after all,
Dying dying dats all,
Just a piece of peace is what i want,
For none can understand what i suffer all along,
No words can heal dese wounds of pain,
Only provide some relieve from worldly pains,
Tired i'm for now,for dying was my way out. . . . . 

Sinny Sins

Sinny Sins living in the inside,
The side that of the darkest side of life,
Hidden inside the corner of d source of life,
Hidden from all n all,
Still eating up from inside,
For nothing can be remain hidden forever inside,
Something may come outside some night,
Till then it may enjoy you tonight,
Munching upon your good times,
Eating up your better times,
Soon Forgetting it all,
You start enjoying it after all,
Soon the ol'sins may fade away in the dark,
Maybe waiting to be told,
Waiting for its hintest chance,
To find its escape through words,
Till then Sinny Sins may try a different sin flavor sometimes,
Tasting something new from the ol'times,
For it may never die inside cuz you are feeding it tonight. . . .

  

Left Out

For the flowing  time never waits for anyone,
Constantly changing to the need of the society,
Friends,Family,Girlfriends,Wife n Etc etc.,
Soon u realize what your lost of your former self,
Lost behind somewhere behind your shadows of the past,
Flowed n Drowned in the sands of time,
For with each Clock's tic-toc,
Each second goes by,
Some evolve to the situation,Some evolve due to evolution,
Yet the change is definite,
For who wouldn't ,may be left out,
That's maybe,sometimes they are born to be that way,
For the baddest of baddest things may turn out good for someone else,
Profit or ladder to next step of his life,
Race Race,Run Run, on ya toes now,
For look behind,the game is closing behind,
For it is planned by God like the Mario,
Once you go forward you can't go back,
How much you try or regret you can't go back to that point,
Look forward for now,Look towards the light,
Run for it,For sooner or later it may turn into dark for u,
Till den enjoy the run or flow,
For you can't go back but you can proceed forward,
Laugh for the day may be worse today,
Who knows it may be Worsen more tomorrow,
Light may close before your eyes,
And soon the chances may end,
And The Game is Over,
And the World is left out. . . .

To Live On. . . .

Evening

Today d evenin was lyk d rest of all,

for the view from Kharghar looked best at dis tym,

the sun settling down for now from his work,

behind d dark lighted clouds n blendin wid the urban n rural scene,

for i walked and walked now till i reached home,

freshed up n was ready to go,

to stop up gruzzling of my stomach,

For d clouds grumbled n drizzled to warn of the greater danger,

ingorin it was in my nature,

down n down it poured lyk a wrath upon d earth,

realising its wrong soon,

soon its wrath faded away,

for now it cried wat it had done,

weeping softly till sailin away in the ethery realm,

for livin a nomadic lyf was its curse,

it wandered and wandered places,

but cudnt settled down even at one of the places,

raging his wrath it went from places,

sometyms  sky blue cheerful n sometyms dark black angery,

for no one understood d inside of him,

for inside  n inside,he was lone n lone he was,

for it may soon fade away now,

disappearing behind d vastness of the ethery sky. . .

for i lay here tired from d day's run,

resting for now till next run. . . . .

Restlesness

Words juggle inside my head,

No matter how i hard i try,

It cudn't stop dere n dere. . .

It just goes on,lyk it words being taking its form,

Showing my restlesness of bounded mind,

Waiting to break away from all,

Run away from the sinisters of self n d oders,

From dese words to live a quiet lyf,maybe satisfied n resting one. . .

Wonderin

Now dere is something i always wanna write ,

perfection may touch ya eyes but wudn'nt touch ya heart,

the bestest of all may feel empty and unsatisfied inside,

for if he wasnt den he wudnt had tried dat hard. . . .

beauty does matter to an extent but not for eternity,

for all may fade away wid the passage of tym,

n wat wud remain wud be beauty of the inside,

we all lay n wonder n wonder till nyt take it under its cover,

some wonder wat's next,

some may wonder wat's wrong ,

and some something something all along,

for dat tym he is alone wid self,

wat wud remain now ,

n wat wud be den,

for no1 can say till it happens till den,

for wat it looks right, maybe be left tmrw,

n something else day after,

changin n changin to d world need. . . .

everything is here,still nothing is here,

maybe a look arund wud be better for d end. . .

still der is a cocktail of all d things in lyf,it depends upon how to live it ryt. . .

funny is dat  my words can form pieces,lyk a piece to piece fitted pieces. . .

so quiet is d nyt. . .

clean r d sky

n I lay here wondering tonyt. .  .

Stupid Stuff

There is always something stupid going On n On,

Stupid here n stupid there,

For nuthin cud get rid of dis stupidity of mine n d world.

Fickle Fickly Fickly mind it is,

Crazy enough that no1 try to understand anything,

But not lacking behind in correcting some1,

For how much correct they themselves be,

For Lacking all d common sense behind,

Still U :) on ya Stupidity.

Besides we all live in a Stupid world wid Stupid Ppl. . . . 

All is Funny,

Yet we take tension of it,

Just Think of the things U do,

And You will be realizin,

Or later made to realize,

Both way actually,

Maybe not for now,maybe for not later,

But maybe someday..

For den U wud laugh at ur Stupidity. . . 

And The one who wudn't,

Simply Hasn't become wise enough, 

To learn from his mistakes. . . . 

The nyt is wide,

So close ur eyes,

Sleepin so tyt,

Till sun lyt hits u r eyes..

So Gud nyt...

To be alive to be alive

Sometyms in greatest hours of lyf,

u face grievances for wich u cudnt do anything,

even wen u wanted to do. . .

lyk a tied dog to a pole ,

unable to do anything,

bounded by d will of his master,

eatin up frm inside,

can't cry n can't speak,

only wat remains behind is d hollowness of d person behind,

how gud or bad yet,

we miss d person tonyt,

still we ask self ,

wat we cn do nw. .

for death would take its toll,

frm tym to tym,

For nw its d departed one for now,

then someday maybe u,

For tonyt u may close ur eyes,

to head up the start of a new day,

To be alive till u r alive. .