She left me

I think the time is gone
For the moment is forlorn
She was there some time before
But now I see nothing ashore
It’s like a long journey indeed
We were good friends in need
At times of conviviality
We were blowing horns of immortality
Seeking through the time of wisdom
We fought away all boredom
I saw myself giggling and laughing
And she looked at me begrudging
I knew she loved me
Cos it was in her mind too to be
A sweetheart, a darling
Aghast I was seeing her snarling
She said she can’t stay for long
As it is not just me to whom she belongs
She is so beautiful and sweet
Who would deny a blissful meet?
I said how about one last kiss
Something which I will forever miss
She laid her hands on my head
I was shrinking with cold spread
She touched my lips
It was like drinking ale in sips
I swooned and laid prostrate
I was like in heaven in mind state
The gray curtain of the journey rolled
And the silver drapes unfold
And I saw…white shores
The far green country with folklores
She was gone with the swift sunrise
And the death seemed pretty wise
Life left me………………
…………only to come back again.

It ends here

i am not here to tell how it all began
but to tell u that how it is all ending
with all those strength i fall down
to touch the ground beneath my feet
with life now shattered and in vain
i can feel the real pain in my head
thinking of all those failures
and ironical things hounding me
it was like ten thousand spoons
when all u need is a knife
i am just 21 and a tyro still
but the fate has never been bright
i did all what i was told to
but things werent so stark
and i had been beating my brains out
trying to impress those powerul figures
to attain a status and a position
which was ironically affronting to think of
and then that idea of a tart
selling all the way for that apple pie
half eaten and half roasted
to smell so offensive and infected
that i sniffled my body all night
i could hear those cries of heart
all through those deluding nights
i want to shun away and run
but there is no escape from ones soul
that repentence those grudges
i had a heavy heart those times
as if i stood nowhere but was
running everywhere with empty hands
begging those full-bodied pesonalities
to make my soul complete and free
and its now too late to ask for
one day when i can be myself
but i holler till my belly ache
i am so young,
so young now
when tomorrow comes i can do it all again
all again?

MAGNITUDE OF MY DREAM

I dream of a new world
A world which would happen one day
A world that might have been before
A new time of existence wherein
All the people share a common feeling
The feeling that brings them close
Where we are not torn apart
By those cruel forces of nature
Where we are bestowed upon
The jewels of love and care
Where the religion has only one form
The form that preaches the essence of being
Where the alma mater teaches
The quintessential art of building conscience
Where all people love to long
For the melody of the earth song
Where we all possess a sharp vision
The vision that peeps through our hearts
Where people yearn to speak a language
The language of their soul
Where people play pranks at themselves
To grow each day they laugh at self
Where the criticism is smothered
And taken over by words of praise
I dream of the time when
The days are longer than night
The nights even are studded with stars
When the stars shine with their own light
The light that is brightest of all
When nature is blended with pleasant smell
The smell that would merge into the soul
When the soul will be left pure
The purity that would question moon
I dream of the only day
The day when i see hunger all around
The hunger of love and affection
The day when we forget our animosity
And create newer firm bonds
The day when god comes down to earth
To bless the mankind and smile
I dream of such a dream and hope
That the dreams come true…

Religion of a Pagan

In nothing do men more nearly approach gods than in doing good to their fellowmen - CICERO

My hands that help are holier than the lips that pray
I worship all time whether its sorrow or gay
My mind that serves is pure than heads that bow
I work all time as a person to grow

My world is temple and fellowmen the idols
I have a religion with no Quran or Bible
My love is the priest and the happiness the price paid
I colour their life, which was never fade

My religion is of the era when humans were born
I had sameness all around as we had nothing worn
My followers have same caste or creed
I never found the name in need

Myself is not a heretic but an agony aunt
I listen others and doesn’t flaunt
Cos I believe in the trinity
But can’t see gods in vicinity
So I had adopted this religion
Which is the religion of a pagan

Its only when I sleep

My mind thinks about me
Thinks about myself being a writer
Who does nothing but writes
About things that are trivial and meaningless
That I am the queen of Hollywood
, The George of the jungle
Who rules and reigns
But still awaits the glory
But its only when I sleep
That I am the emperor of the time
Greeted by the kings and the lords
, The rulers of the ancient times
Who controls and reigns
But is insecure of his empire
But its only when I sleep
That I am the greatest lover
Acquainted by the Romeos and Juliets
, The narcissistic lovers and others
Who loves and reigns
But still winces in the pain
But its only when I sleep
That I am the Almighty

Narrow Road Ahead

Beware the road ahead is narrow
Simulates the small marrow
Into which if one sees
Lies the heap of grieves
Cos all around I hear
Is insecurity and fear
Not because of condition being gloomy
But the society in anomie
The crime is on upsurge
And the days begin with dirge
Mornings are without sunshine
Night always whines
Cold war is still on
As ill effects impinge upon
The scene in front is obscure
And religion is hardly left pure
How can we trust others
When we are deceived by brothers
Now we need a saviour
Cos its wrong to go by behavior
In such a brouhaha
I am in search of tranquility
And to the best of our ability
We would walk through the narrow road
Cos this is the only way to our abode…