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. . . .