Complex world

Looking outside, window of fast mooving car
Rushing through the empty streets like a tar
Crossing mountains, trees and playing kids
depending on each other not only for needs

some creating memories that would last forever
others create future and those dreams happen never
unaware of the fact that this all doesn't exist
Doesnt count finally whatever you have on ur list 

World silences one fine morning, making you past
time seems slow to people, but its running fast
all rushing for that silence, unaware of next
simple it is, people confuse it with complex

pushing hard each day, for our people here
all have to pass that way, and reach there
still fight the destiny, travel journey for fake
like unaware how to, still we swim in a lake

taught to go this way, cant we only play
not think on what we are and where we stay
share what we have, make world a better place
rather than crushing each other in rush to die race.

Love it or not

Love ususally said to be a beautiful version of life by naive
A way to fall for someone, losing our identity isn't brave
New to it, I respected it lot. Someone who cares and shares
couldn't believe this actually exists, and tested it with dares

Romantic tales were fairy for me those days, used to laugh loud
But Getting into it, falling for others became so usual to sound
In search for someone to stay with me when noone stands beside
Though never so happened that was lone all alone in any of ride

Love songs were a comedy clip for me, now find meaning in them
disrespecting me Each night has some regrets, of Self condemn
Alast Tired of all, wiping out history, Want to be that jolly guy
Leaving all feelings, living life again and every minute not die

Parting self for years, my link  with heart has been blocked
Felt bliss, thinking for those I loved,before being knocked
All mis interpreted things lined my feelings raising me high
Loved those moments unaware of coming moments where I cry

Romance not in real, fits good in poems, movies and plays
Wish could travel all back again ,enjoy those lost days
Was never so lone in days, was in love with life
Friends were seen around, happiness trumpet aloud with fife

Dreamy kid

Strolling down the lanes, and grining on his own
eyes unsatisfied still with spark of joy in them
Hurt by people but still his charm not drown
Accompanied with bags full of memories with condemn

Fulfilling others expectation to keep them high
drowned with guiltness, hiding all of his grudge
But nothing can crash him now, during his fly
dumped all his aggression and feelings in sludge

Dreaming of the sky where golden lines do start
providing lights for blinds, chirps for deafs
gifting everybody smiles and wishes in their cart
Leap for heights all set standing at the cliffs

Journey had been fun till date, another here begins
dream so old yet fresh, of his world becoming true
the perfect picture of which he himself drew
lighting the torch of trust to cover his sins.

Life is to Strive!

When I was losing hopes to make things move
Tried my best but failed many times to prove
Destiny , Which I dint used to believe drove me hard
losing my faith, thugged with everythin i could gaurd

Friends calls stopped, was all alone in this war
putting my everything to risk for dreams so far
pouring my pain on one of the ears that time
My dreams got life but my heart made one crime

Got some success and soon lost that heart again
diverted by illusions was attracted towards drain
Parting her was hard for me though,
But this is how everything in life flow

Found my loss again, this time was sure of all things
this nasty heart playing all around with many swings
Met her at last with dreams filled of hope and life
this time was not alone with tears, we both have to strive!!

love and despair

The opening lids, also wakes thoughts of you in my mind
The mornings without it will only be there when I be blind
the distance between reminds me of you never getting there
gods I believe, will be granting me wish I always prayer

Stories of you, i hear with calm, linking myself with them
moments of you next to me, without even a word is overwhelm
parties without you, is a smile on my face for others
miss you hard those moments, like a child away from mother

doesn't even goes with me to stand in front and say it all
coward like me will change so soon, to stand and make my call
your love for other, many a times makes me envy of them
trying hard to fight, that this feel is very much a condemn

with confidence, no wait could make it better for me
each passing day in despair is with love, hope and plea
smile on your face, cause of me can be worth my life
a bleed in your eyes, worth a heart stab with a knife

everlasting love is this true or another broken story
will we end up right here or will we rise till glory
in search of love else around, were you there next to me
or another of my love of life, left me lone and flee

dead will breath...

Whenevr thought so dark, trespasses my mind
I loose my track, and it becomes difficult to find
fighting with it seems not a loaf I would own
life seems as a trumpet that would easily, be blown

nights have a dreary sad dreams, of me being crucified
days have me as the lost chapter of some book unidentified
but then a ray of light strikes my shrinked eyes in tears
relief with a voice of support, that i could stand for years

whatever worse I end up with her , will be out of it with a leap
with she turning with me, again luving the dreams of this sleep
always convinced with her wierd but perfect explanation
me being correct, in all of faults so made is her contemplation

Killing those dark villians of all times in my brain
you and me fought against it and made it drained
lighting a cresset in me that would last forever
I wish to stand against you and cant lose you ever...

Pride and Honour

Her long black silky hairs, where do hover butterfly
rested upon her large forehead trumpets her decence
her eyes speak about her as if its a mirror with no lie
raisen eyebrows of her, waves everybody making feel her presence

the prettiest of smile, spilling happy syrup everywhere
the face on itself makes a touch of coming back from victory
with a sense of completeness and satisfaction seen up there
whether its rest or riots, she always is accompanied with glory

Head raised in pride, as peaks of mountains touching the sky
adjacent people staring at her being at beds of this zenith
not only show for people but on her shoulders you can rely
her being cruel, or being rude are nothing less than a myth

Beauties have been sunged from ages, but inner beauty never praised
so vulnerable she is, slightest of pain could bring her tears
thoughts so straight is an exception to majorities having mazed
our fellowship is so strong, m sure it is never going to end up in years..

A Journey To The Past!

Beneath skyscrapers laid are many unfullfilled dreams
beside zippiest moving cars are seen many sluggish life
all surrounded by exciting but the cleverest of schemes
cities are growing with amenities that are soon to become rife

heading towards suburbs from those glowing darkness
decreased the facilities the way we moved in the town
faces seemed more satisfied as if had enough of blessess
more dresses were traditional, more faces were brown

highways dissapperaed, roads narrowed so did the traffic
cycles and pulling carts replaced bikes and bus
the rural area was unplanned, needed he change of graphic
court was banyan tree where whole village used to discuss

the backlightning of ages could be seen while moving ahead
pollution and dust was replaced by smells of attar and spice
crossed the well kept graveyard, gaurded to secure deads on bed
inheriting all our traditions they always have been so wise

with pride in their eyes i can say, city is full of blinds
many hands working on a task, city is full of selfish animals
a treasured way to my granny's home was to me like another find
I wish I could spare a life to be a part and parcel of rurals

laddoo :)