As the mercury rises,
I fall down.

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 have burden to carry,
This burden to keep
To hide it till my last
My burden of my past.

A story you won't read
An unwritten plead
This burden cut my wings
I have stopped flying

I'd rather you reach the skies
Be not caught up in the lies
Touch the twinkling stars
Not carry the matching scar.

Sometimes the truth never heals
the burn never soothes
No one can appeal
No one knows the truth.

My end will be the end
the time, unburdened
my unmeasured breathe
intake of relief, no air.

My thoughts changes with the changing time
They are not the same , since I thought this rhyme
My priorities differ , yesterday to tomorrow
My mood changes ,morning to now
I may laugh now, followed by a cry
I will be happy , later angry
These emotions play with my mind
Want the things , I am denied.
I do not know if I am abnormal
Or all these symptoms are casual

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

Do you sugar coat your truths,
So they don't taste as bitter?
Will it make it sweet enough ,
To **** the essence of the truth?
Or do you add a line of truth ,
between a series of casual talk?
So they don't have chance to react,
process the truth hidden in the words.
Or are you someone brave ,
To speak the truth
The way it is ,
And accept to face the brunt .

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 ?

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

I'll wake up from my unreal dream to another unreality
I sleep from this place back to a different world
I pace from here and there
not understanding my destination is where
And it's been so many lifetimes
I have passed from different modes
Walked so many different roads
to attain my true self
Close my eyes and connect back
A little bit of true self help.

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

I used to be a kind soul
Now I am an eyesore
I used to be pink rose
fresh with lightness
Now I spread the dimness
Entrapped in darkness
Sharpening my thorns.

I dreamt a dream
I don't remember

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

Sudden stop
on the pace that it flew
****** me awake
it doesn't seem good
hard to take
what to make
not easy it seems

There was a man in the town
He used to be everywhere I went
Wasn't following me , but his presence was felt
No one knew much about him
Just that he stayed somewhere in the outskirts
In mid 30s , he was quite a mystery
His every moves were talk of the town
Though I found him lonely
Never saw him talking or meeting anyone

His eyes were filled with knowledge of secrets
One eye glance make you feel , he knows you
he knows your story , your life history
your fears , your ambitions ,your thoughts
and makes you feel very vulnerable
Everyone were cautious around him
Gave him space , never becoming too much nosy
but aware of his each moves

He never said anything ,lived among shadows
There are various myths surrounding him
made from different gossips
but I do not think he gives them a mind
Isolating himself from the world
He gives out mixed vibes ,
pulls me into ,to solve this mystery
but I stop myself from being intrusive
For I will find something, I might not like

I am in a prison
Prison of my mind
Somebody , help me
Rescue me from myself
My mind love playing games
Have various ways to torture me
It takes me to the depths of emotions
Play with each and every vulnerability
And I do not know how to protect my self

Freedom,
It is gone.

I was once a free bird,
but jailed in my home now.

I can go out but I won't,
Freedom has a big price tag.

The constant emotion
  sticking through the day
is raw disappointment.

Uneven
on dawn
grown

Raw
brawl
while

Stung
plunge
another one
run

limit
each beat
no winning
defeat.

Flutter of the heart
often
Takes me to a trip of
emotional gutter

I'm better this way
Feeling low
I'm happy to feel sadness grow
Make my heart, a home.

Nothing ever lasts forever
the new height, the length greater
the chances all the slimmer
Winning is worse than ever
The very pressure all time higher
it is easier to fall over
but to forget and do what to be done
and fall down now than later
seems better.

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

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

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

My cup of tea,
now empty.
sits by me silently,
waits for me
to be up patiently.
As it turned next day
it remains still
the same way.

Where am I going to stay, if I go away.

Only the human can become inhuman,
every day you meet this person.