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. . . .