Sometimes
Your enemies keep you in thoughts
more than your loved ones

Type all the thoughts
Tenderness Torture
Trips that tries the tendencies
Tempts till the tricky turns
Traces the track to transition
Type these trending thoughts
Turn the trap on

Every night I wait for you
The only one ,
which can give me peace
take away the restlessness
away from fatigue, stress
Make me dream
as far as my imagination takes
be with me as day breaks

Though some nights
you come late
Make me count stars and sheep
then take me away in trip

But still the only thing I yearn at night
and some times , at other times too
is to sleep , a nice amount of sleep
Sleep away too deep

try and fall
then
       not try
and
**** your dreams

I look up
expectantly
towards the stars
as if they know
how to solve
my issues

Birds come to aid of poets
who are stuck mid-air
somewhere
They'll chirp and sing
their best song
that'll guide us long
and will take off
as soon as we drop the pen
to their own nest

Winds don't know
where they want to go
They are lost
making their own path

All things were thrown
dishes were broken
paintings were destroyed
chairs were upside down
photographs were torn
hands were injured
walls had fists design
pillows were all feathers
this place was a warzone
power of passion of anger

No human can actually know what truth is
Because truth has too many dimensions
mixed with different perceptions
and people's interpretation
No human can see the truth in its true form

Being second best
made him feel worst
than the rest

Time I enjoyed
wasting the time
was the only time I enjoyed
and
Time I used
timing everything
was the time I wasted

Once upon a time
She ran away from her hometown
All the things she worked harder for
says her Goodbye
and restart all over again .
On the barren lands
everyone lost.
More half path
to the end
left to travel . .
faded away somewhere
which path to take
tall trees , scattered sunrays
and growing day by day
a chance to start living
And feel delighted
with all the time she had
wish not to be like someone else
And there will come a time ,
she'll get to shine
The End

My amazing luck fails me
when I want it to work
and works its magic
when I expect it least

A tree older than my great grandparents
would stand outside majestically
with impressive length ,height and strength
spreading across densely above
A home to many birdies
Which love to swing and sing
their cheerful songs to wake me
Me and my friend have various memories,
playing around ,over , beneath this tree ,
This tree served many years , many people
each day , without a leave
and will serve even more after me

I try and recycle my broken thoughts
To construct a poetry
though most of them stay in drafts
some of them
get to shine

She regretted making false stories
when lies started becoming true .

A kid left alone
To his own device
Family left for holidays
but at home,he has fun
And gets into mischief
Makes best of his time
But comes under the eyes
Of the bad guys
And near Christmas Eve
He fights them away
in ingenious ways

I dreamt a dream
I don't remember

Earth's natural beauty
faded away somewhere
Manmade creativity
took houses on great heights
but took away the charm of green

-
All the eyes
Turn over here
There is something
Entertaining and Interesting that
Needs you to pay notice
To it  , so
Invest some energy here
On something that will
Not dissapoint.

I carry these contradictory thoughts
              that I cannot help but  laugh
I have these endless debates alone
                 all within my own brain
Its no less than a wonder ,
that people still consider me sane
          but I am following that lane

Keeping hands to myself ,
I finish all my pending chores
till my hands become sore

He thought she was his dream come true
but , this was all inside her nightmare

The fire gives the warmth,
         as the storm rages on.

The first thing I do
When I wake up
absentmindedly
before I go to loo
is brushing my teeth
and start a fight
with germs, who have stayed
from previous night

I am standing
somewhere halfway
to the end
and I don't think
I have lived enough.

More half path
left to travel . .
and I am tired
knowing something
will come soon
something ,
which I am not prepared of

This website,
is full of great minds
with great thoughts
new ideas
equipped with words and rhymes  
to inspire me  
help me write
one or more lines
each day

Let's not fight about it,
   Let's not talk about it,
     Let's not hear what
        other has to say
           Let's just avoid it .

If we'll not think about it,
    It will just go away ,
       It won't cause bigger
          problem tomorrow .

Let's just sit in silence
   Let's enjoy the peace
       till it remains .

Morning rises
when night is dead ,      
and darkness disappears
the night terrors end
The day starts ,
with its drama and real problems
and its hard to get through them .
Peace is long last dream
and you do not have time
to ponder over it .
The days like this pass by
ages you , and leaves you
with nothing but regrets

I had walked on this lands
when I was young
The green nature ,
magnificent horses ,
multicoloured birds ,
the blue sky ,
tall trees , scattered sunrays
and wild flora and fauna
accompanied me on this walk
around this beautiful island .
This nature's land

She wishes him the best
says her Goodbye
with a warm embrace
but he replies her back
with a nod
and goes away
She waits for him to come back  
Many messages everyday
of his day , stay and others
with few to no replies
Hopeful less every next day
messages too decreased later
one and then none
He came after few months , changed
tried to locate her
but never found her again ever

I doubt each one's intention
This is a selfish world
The goodness last for seconds
No one is here with a clean conscience
Who knows whats hiding behind a smile  
Everyone out are there to end their own thirst
For their benefits , not afraid to show their worst
No stranger are your friends ,
they'll go away to find the next trend
leave you alone to stand
Don't not doubt
the things you don't know about
There's no shame to be sceptical
It is better than being gullible

Tonight ,
Moon shines bright ,
Guides with its light ,
everyone lost.

On the barren lands
One lonely rose standing
just about to die

Writing a program
is just like
following your dream

You know what you want
as your output
but it takes time to figure
which path to take
and you start with whatever you have.

You never realise the errors
you make along the road,
and sometimes ,
And you don't realise them,
till the end.

Some errors , you know
you solve them easily
And to debug some ,
you have to change the direction
And some errors , may make you rewrite    
and restart all over again .

But when it is all over
and you reach the place you want to
The satisfaction and excitement
makes up for all the problem faced
And we get ready to make
a new code, follow a new dream .

We live close to the people far
We are far away from the people close by
The network of people within net
Has its web links across the globe
We follow thousands people around
Giving them likes , emoticons
And sometimes comments!
Thousand pictures of others life ,
The stories , they have
All there to be viewed by people
Who care , who don't care
But people , do share

I would be rich
the day
I will not yearn
for nothing
no more

She ran away from her hometown
to make her dreams come alive
The city  ,with many famed success stories
a place with endless opportunities
they have their doors
closed for all the outsiders
And struggles start , after city's lure dies
Then dreams seem far thing
And survival becomes tiring
Odd jobs and odder bills
do not appreciate your skills
All her knocks , remained unanswered
Her ambitions discarded ,
The difference between
reality and dreaming
becomes far more clear .

There is this question  
                           that lingers in my mind
The answer appropriate
                           I have yet to find

That after the time given to each life is up
The things , that she acquired
The success , fame , money , love , family
with all the time she had
All the things she worked harder for
The sacrifices she made
All memories , struggles ,everything
it will hold no value
The balance will turn back to zero

And there will come a time ,
she will need no oxygen ,
                       and then ?

In the end , it doesn't even matter
      So why , even live at all?
           So why , why work hard ?