rain

The bliss of the cold rain drops which
Trickle down my head
Plays a beautiful note in my mind
Of satisfaction joy n death
A note which I cant never hum again
But the tune which I shall never forget
All this makes me feel so close to the sky
To the stars which I always want to touch
The stars of my dreams
Which triggers my imagination wild
And makes me who I am!!!!!
I feel so close to my real self
And there is a smile in my heart
Y cant this feeling be there forever
A question which storms my head
Now I hear the voices of the rest
‘the tune dissolving in my head
n I am back again so far from the sky the
stars n my real self

confusion

The night is young the poetry is flowing
From my head it says a mystic verse of love n hate
Which confuses me between the hell n heaven gate

An angel comes down to show me the way
But the dark alley blinds me from
Seeing the beauty of dead then I see
Ahead the rays of the sun n the poem
Dissolving n my head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stuck in a moment

Stuck in moment of desperation is my soul
With a reason to succeed am at the worst
Social behaviour but somewhere content in my heart
That I am trying my best n I have a mixed
Feeling to get outta this which is bringing
The best out of me !! sitting at the bus stop
Thoughts flowing endlessly…………..

Sitting in the bus seeing people setting
Into their endless journeys of life with
Or without a meaning evoke thoughts in
My head about making my journey meaningfull
N not just another story which get buried in
The sands of time…………………….

quest of life

Life has no meaning of its own
It is up to us that we find the meaning
It is about the journey not the final destination death!!!!

Finding meaning to life is like finding a rose in the desert!!
Life is like a big maze with lighted n dark tunnels
U never fight with others but yourself
When u realise this you are already dead!!!!!

Love is like an intoxication and addiction
Whose carve can never end!!!
Confusion is thy name of love!!
It’s a state of mind which defines the existence of man himself

Or should I say life is like a jogging track
I run on it, jog on it n sometimes sprint on it but
Most of the time walk on it and come back to where I started from
But in this process we go farthest from ourself
I don’t know why I run but I know the day there will be no land
Left the day I die!!!!!!!!!!!!

Death is curiosity. Its not the end it’s a beginning of something new
I am not curious but I dream of experience a
After death cause all I have heard is fake.

Life is not a journey but a quest. Knowledge is not
Education but the experience we have in the quest
Some have put their learning through the quest of time
Which says things haven’t much changed
The man is the same just his tools have changed

Things don’t change its jus the man’s way of looking at
Things change. I am the same as I was a kid
But have worn lots of masks to hide my real face.