Can't cry anymore
this pillow absorbs all my tears
to give me a happy sleep,
far from the negative ones.

It asks me to redefine
what it means to be alive,
"To be faithful to mother earth,
while dreaming of a happy world"

I'm going                                                            ­                     I'm heading
          down                                                             ­         to bottom      
               leaving                                                       wil­l reach
                    the clown                                      by autumn
                           that made                      to be less
                                   me selfish        stressed
                                    My way            My path
                                    is here                 is here
                               I'm step-                      so, pain
                            -ping like                       will never                          
                                   no one                    ever re-
                                           care               appear
                                               because once
                                                  I'm down
                                             I'll never frown
                                                      ＾◡＾

The pleasant feeling of togetherness.
Pitch perfect philosophy of elation.
Expression of closeness.
The confidence of souls.
Resolute thought of peace.
Angelic activity of subconscious mind.
Determination to be 'one' forever.
Drug that distributes warmth and affection.
Unbreakable thread of trust.

Nah,
Love is that human expression that cannot be defined!

This rain isn't ordinary
The drops it contains are tears
of satisfaction of our martyred soldiers.

A friend will leave
give time to the affection
Conjure to be together
give nuisance a place
sing songs, fighting silence
tear the doleful pages
give names to the moments
make a collage of ecstasy


Because there might be no tomorrow.

It has been ended
The journey
For the love
To the moon.

There's no coming back now.

Hidden in your eyes
the only portrait of mine
Wish I could see it once
through my eyes
which were yours earlier!

In happiness' laptop
put your soul's program,
writing about your love
execute the code of cuddle.

What if.. the pain you're hiding is a worldly play
What if.. the feelings seeming true are truely fake
What if.. this world is a dream of dimensions
What if.. the words you're writing have life
What if.. the book you're reading is actually reading you
what if.. this water has a feeling of being wet
what if.. the smile you show is unable to hide your issues
what if.. the person you tag as weak is a cancer warrior*
What if.. this air is a mixture of love, care, and chocolates
What if.. the internet you're using is doing the same
What if.. the gate you kept close is the only gate to success
What if.. this universe is not a universe but a multiverse

I won't respond
to your sensations anymore.
Instead, I'll isolate you,
far from the judging panel
of every human's mind.

In the oceans full of water, I'll find you!
In the sky full of clouds, I'll find you!
But in the crowd of some feelings, You've to find me!

Life is a mirror
and we're a ray, of liveliness
which is reflected by the work we do.
We're expected to deviate
when there's an obsolete obstacle
not, when a transparent layer of truth.

Bad time attracts us the most
only to radiate hope in complete darkness
Fluidity of thoughts may slow down our speed
just to teach that not all our same
Our origin decides where to go
and end defines how we really are(were).

Sometimes, the angle of our thoughts
create situations which keep us locked forever
giving a total internal reflection of our doings.
Through dispersion, we split our abilities
to create an impact on other surfaces
because once the mirror is broken, we'll move forward.

Either I can't feel love or
I don't want to feel it.

Life is like a castle of glass
We all are same on the Inside
breaking our habits with the catalyst
To prevent battle symphony
Because in the end
We might get lost in the echo
And feeling numb,
There'll be questions like
What I've done?
Have I let down myself?
Is there any place for my head?
Am I out of time?
Then moving one step closer
I'll find that somewhere I belong
And when people will say, "don't stay"
I'll be faint in the next moment
crawling on the papercuts.
Then there'll be no more sorrow
Because I'd Burnt it down,
While rolling in the deep,
My shadow of the day,
My suffering about which
I've been lying from you.

I think its never too late for runaway,
to work on the system, or else
Even fire will become powerless
When I'll be gone.

Stress came to me
and asked for a relationship
But shaking hands,
I friendzoned stress!

That pain, which comes after
breaking of a heart,
failing of a hard-working chap,
not listening to songs for a long time,
losing focus on goals,
cutting down of a tree,
destruction of trust,
death of a loved one,
increment in stress level
isn't sirenic!

Heart still beats
With no life attached,
Blood still flows
To rush, to stop fast,
Brain still thinks
When nothing left for thinking,
Eyes still see
The destruction hesitantly,
Mouth still opens
Saying everything by being quiet,
Ears still listen
The words of death and decay,
Nose still inhales
What we call not as air,
Hands still work
Trying to pick the life we lost,
Legs still walk
For peace, to the end!

My friend asked me, who's your girl
Is she a mystery? I'm keen to solve.

My gestures are changing,
so are my thoughts
My heart says she's here
But my brain, "Nah"
my senses say you're talking with her
But my words, "don't know".
She has this marvelous power of
keeping me intact, stacked with love.
Vibrations of my larynx
constantly take her name,
But this uncooperative tongue
washes away everything.
Flow of my blood depicts
flow of her mysterious love
but valves inside my veins
stops it in the way to heart.
Don't know who's she,
will my brain ever reveal her name?

Clear, in my mind
Image, of faith and love
now, I'm retreating from this
you, kind of angel to me
*****, I'm to desire more
mind, a genius ready to warn me.

Reason, I'm leaving this place
not, accepting any more words
needed, the emotions back
okay? I'm all yours.

Only if I could touch your heart
I can be immortal!

Lost in the middle of night
to get some adorable sleep,
to find the person named dream
who's keen not to meet me
or else for the dream,
It will be a nightmare,
because I'll start daydreaming then.

Her name isn't just a lifeline
but a whole sort of life.

Blowing wing told me,

"Your thoughts are as cold as I am,
the only difference is
I'm cheering others,
You're depressing yourself"

Just after my alarming birth
People started defining my worth
"Useless", "Boneless", "Birth-less"
But I wasn't another name for torture.
So I asked for some inspiration
to have some undubitable adoration.
It backfired on me, I was questioned
about my virtue, my purpose here.

To the tech guys, I owe my presence
I'm happy, thanks to their brilliance.
As of now, I've influenced people
They can't stay without me.
Thou people still doubt my ability
But I've covered it with fake nobility.
"honourable", "lovable", "adorable"
Are cute synonyms of my success.

I'm advancing day by day
And human beings never disobey.
They just lower their head, sweating,
keep pressing some coded feelings.
To sing, To eat, to walk, to sleep
Controlling human isn't hard & deep.
I know I'm bad, but I learnt this from
Human beings, to torture primitives.

Walking together on the path of peace,
wars divided us,
without disrupting our inner strength,
they disabled our faith in humanity.

Now, uniting all to come and fight,
this fight against wars
with happiness and love,
to walk again, on the peace path!

One day
when we'll be absent
from our body and earth,
only memories will exist
and people will say -
"Wake up man!" or
near you in the abode above
"Wake me up!"

To the side of stream
A person walked wretchedly
For whom the love is worship
He's finding love's stockpile,
In a cyan dale
In a malachite of Madras
In the ocean secretly shallow,
But the reason he was quiet for
was the lithe dab love
making life inconsistent.

The more he lugged
The less he got
Turning him sidling
In any situation silent
Though it never caused pang
But never that happiness too
Exceptionally effortless
This dab love surely
Shrugged off his life.