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. . .

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. . . . .