I wouldn't disturb you

Here I lay on this bed,

Living or dying,

Nobody except my kins,

Cared at all,

For I may never say and wouldn't ,

Say this at all,

For I need your help ,

I wouldn't for I expect much of you all,

But wouldn't trouble your busy time up,

And expect something out of sympathy ,

If I need to die alone then be it,

I wouldn't say it,

I wouldn't disturb you. . .

Shadow

An arm to reach out through the dark,

To break free from the torments of self and others,

Wanted to walk under the moonlight,

To enjoy my pleasure filled time of day,

As I am a shadow,

From thy past,

Someone who is there from the start,

In dark surrounding you all around,

And in light mimicing you,

For I know all your secrets and doing,

Yet I'm bounded not to speak,

Still I carry the words around,

Spreading it around in somebody's ear,

As no one could escape himself,

The sin done would be made,

And you would eat it too,

For life is too short to escape. . . . .

By being with you. . .

There is always things,

I wanted to say to you before I die,

For maybe time wouldn't last much,

To say it all,

My breath till last,

Loved you to the core,

Those moments we spend,

Was more than we know,

The touch we yearn for now,

Skin urges it's thrist for yours',

Something was magical after all,

For it was love,

That did took off my mind,

Settling me out on a urge,

To finish my unfulfilling thrist,

By being with you. . . .

Surrounded by no one

When earlier I close my eyes,

I was surrounded by no one,

Now is like known strangers,

Maybe it was better I was lost,

For no one there or not there,

Doesn't matter at all,

But now I'm still alone,

No one there,

Eyes rolled left and right,

No one there,

Maybe I should this one right here and die,

Dying for now. . . .

The winter rain

Nothing more than a little rain I missed,

The rustling up of leaves of tree,

A weird sensation,

Some tinkling clear drops of rain,

Rambling of the clouds,

Drenched up earth,

Some more talks,

Birds and dogs finding shelter,

Maybe I should wet up some little,

Feel up and enjoy a little more,

Crackling voice on the shed,

Drops droping on the knee,

Kinda feel good as I'm now,

Laying on the swing,

Knowing that yet more cold is to come,

Things never over until you are done with it,

It stays in the exact same state or may rot a little or more,

They are always some unfinished business to finish,

Maybe I should need a day off something,

From the normal routine,

Like the rain,my friend,

A little break and back to the work. .

My tale of last poem

My tale of the last poem,

For other maybe scared to it,

I may welcome it with my arms,

Smiling at it and happy to end other's misery,

For I long awaited for you,

Night and day had gone praying to be answered,

For it took so long to be answered,

I welcome thy wid warm arms,

A tight hug to end this all,

For this soul has tortured many,

Take it away,

Nurtured it in the depths of hell,

For it deserved to be there,

For it deserved to be there,

Let me welcome you with warm arms,

And together we end this all along. . .

Lot happening

A lot happen everyday,

Nothing much can be done about it though,

People can't be changed,

Things can be,

Still we are surrounded by weak fickle minded people,

Doing everything like a herd of sheep,

Under the tongue of the shepherd,

Blindly doing what is command,

This thing has been going for long,

Some would come and change the game,

Still we are bounded to the herd,

For thing can be changed but people can't. . . .

Day dreams

Sometimes it better to day dream,

To kill ya feelings and mind,

Sometimes it is good others,

A smile on the face,

Whether true or not,

I guess its like hakuna matata,

No worries,no nothing,

No saying to others,

Just being there is enough,

Maybe I forgotted this thing,

Dead is the end,

Dead are the things,

Dead is the me. .  :)

A silent conversation

A silent conversation,

Two people sitting apart,

Having a silent conversation,

The night had taken up its place as usual,

This one no words actually were exchanged,

Just a pui pui was exchanged,

Sometimes being there is enough,

I think,maybe I'm right?,

The two had ears to ears,

And had a silent conversation . . . .

A something new of alone

A something new of alone,

Maybe I deserve to be alone,

For my actions and my past-present doings,

Why I couldn't  be just contended with the fact,

"You deserve to be alone",

That's what the inside told,

You don't deserve anybody,

For you are rotted to hell for now,

In the end the run is to end,

Why couldn't I make it end now?,

For I'm too cowardice to face myself to do that,

Muster up courage I say,

End this run the inside say,

For then the things would stop getting bothered,

From my deeds. . .

A eaten up me. . . .

A eaten up me,

Let me revive me,

A little of this and that wouldn't help,

Need some music in my blood,

On the secondary note,

Eat me up,

Don't leave a trace,

For I don't care about it,

All those words that people speak,

Its better to be hollow then being eaten up,

Here I lay against the wall,

With music in my ears,

Notes against my legs,

Maybe god answers my prayers soon,

A long night to go,

A long night to go. . .

Hold me

Spread your arms,

Find me there,

For I'm always here,

Standing at the same place,

Where you left me,

Spread ya arms,

Feel me again,

Let me be with you again,

To wipe away those tears,

To hold those fingers,

Hold me,Hold me,

For I already had lost my will to live,

And I lived it to love you the fullest,

So spread ya arms,

Feel me for a while,

So that I could take care of you. . .

Night poem

One of the nights poems,

Long time ago,

When I lay with closing my eyes,

Things used to change up,

Weird thoughts begin to turn true,

Things we never thought started to turn cool,

For if bad or worse it turned,

I would wake up,

Realizing it was all fluke,

For it gave some way into my mind,

Some imaginations and some more,

For it happened with most of all,

Characters start to take up life,

Beats of heart was controlled as it dream ran,

Nothing felt fake,

For it was real,

No one could just crawl out easy of it,

For now I should try sleeping,

Nice and easy,

To continue what I did long time before. . .

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. . .

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. . .

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. . . .