We are DEAD already!!!

The World is said to be vanished tomorrow,
The communities are said to be departed tomorrow,
But
Are we alive today?
NO
With humanity gravitating to an end gradually,
With brutality spreading incessantly,
We have indeed departed already.
So
No Matter
Tomorrow we will witness the new crack of dawn,
The rising sun of next day has already set in the dusk!!!!

There is No Cure of Broken Feelings!!!!!!!!

 

 

Everything, everyone is just an illusion
the more u try to catch
the more u face realism..
dreams break
promises vanish
what is left is only you and your silence.!!!

 

What is life?
What are the relations?
And how to keep them safe?
A few questions I always use to ask myself. But the answer, I never get
  Because,when the question arise, things change themselves.
And deceiving myself, I swathe the truth.

People come in your life just to leave you alone
but we get trapped in them that we use to overlook the veracity
and the day they go from our life
we are left with silence yet volcano of words boil inside
we are left barehanded.

And no matter
how loudly we wanna cry
how desperately we wish to share our pain
we are calm and zipped packed
like d silence created after wave leave seashore.

Peace all around
with new determination, we decide to step ahead
but d night goes and another day arrives
We are still trapped in fantasy,
hoping to see them back sometime someday
but life proves our optimism an daydream
it laughs at us as how foolish we are
saying
he who is gone
wont come back.
Claiming people come and go
life is d name of going on.
It might just be a check point
from where a journey is again need to be started
as life will go on
and on
today tomorrow and a time to come!!1

 

Nothing Intended this Night, Words Yet goes on

 

A Poem, A rhyme or Just Few Shattered Lines

Don’t know with these unbounded words, what I would design.

Though Chemical reaction of thoughts is sweltering inside,

Yet the surety of instigating any gist is uncertain this night.

Yes,

It is the same night, many times I passed unaccompanied

It is the same darkness, persistently hell lot of time I reviewed.

But this is bit diverse for sure

As it is not the same feeling, which I used to hold.

Darkness is surely a magical enzyme

Few drops’ of which transform your mind

The sound of clock definitely awake your senses

But it is the same catalyst, resulting in more crusades.

A list of feelings, i want to right on a paper

Many untold words, I wish to share.

But

With the same wrestle of heart and mind

I am again unable to exhale my life.

And yet again

The same night goes on, unquestioned, unanswered

 Leading to a new morning

In the search of anther night

Eager to be a spectator of my inside plans....!!!!

Loneliness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unaccompanied, lonely and alone, what we name

Each one is here fated to stand with that

No matter how many people surround us

It is the loneliness eventually that will wrap.

 

Foolishness it is, if I say, I have someone to heal,

As no one is here to confer and deal.

It is me alone, who will be my comrade,

As People are here to offer hurt and hatred.

 

Long- long, an everlasting journey, I need to be cruising,

With all thoughts boiling, with all hopes dying.

Nobody will be there to offer shoulder and to embrace me in lap,

And still I need to be going, in a dark road leading to an end.!!

 

Yes she is a Girl !!!!!!!!

 

She is a magic of almighty, shaped in a mother’s womb,

Another she, who herself is a wonderful enchantment of lord.

But the day she is born, the magic is gone,

As the world is dying for a son.

Yes she is a girl. 

An undefined, unvalued and hurting living thing,

Carrying a ocean of pain within

From the inception leading to her life’s last chapter,

Playing all the characters from daughter, sister, wife and mother.

Without being tetchy, she is fleeting her life,

Without demanding, she is gratifying man’s desires.

No one else can play her role, yes it is she

She is girl, yes she is a girl.

When she arrives in the world, she gets the tag of being a girl,

Though delight is there in a home, but perhaps real pleasure is always mislaid.

Further when she grows up, a world is there to snatch her beam,

Yet she is brawny enough to weigh the world’s anguish & grief.

With stiffness inside, she keeps going when everyone else cease,

She goes miles away showering love and adore to people to relish.

Finally a day comes in her life, with ample of thoughts boiling inside,

So many questions, yet unanswered, testing her strength to stand by side.

Yes she has to leave her own dwelling,

Aiming to adorn others home with so many dreams in her eyes,

Perhaps she is so foolish, she is so innocent,

Not knowing that it is another illusion leading to an unsought life.

Here comes the arraign of being wife and a mother,

And she tides over, tolerating the rudeness of her children sometime and at other being badly hurt by husband.

But no concern, she is still alive, perhaps because she is a girl, a women or a brilliant mortal of god.

Shedding tears, the only support she bears,

Again being thin-skinned, she goes on, going far away,

With no demands, no prospects, but

Sprinkling love all round,

Yes she is a girl she is a girl.