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. . . .