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. . . .