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....!!!!