Now and then
it happens again
and it won't end
even if you pretend
                            it will not .

Sound and fire
Loud and the lightning
Clouds and the rain
Bound to the walls
Count me in and out
Zoning away

Skim through the pages of my life,
Skip through the lies I've been entwined,
It is the story of the girl trying to please
You, me and everybody, trying for your love.
I loathe the very picture she becomes,
It is very like she wilts without your approval,
She'd be giving pieces of her to all,
but next day, naturally, she finds herself in trash.

It isn't kind, the life she creates with her head,
her best attempts causing natural disrupts,
the purpose to be everyone's friend,
makes her enemy of her own self.
She lost everyone, love and inspite
and despite everything, she writes another write.

It is terrible, what I do with her,
She has been ruining everything for me,
Her and I, together, we make a lonely picture.
Skip this, and be free from this.
The end chapter, what went by,
no one knows, maybe she died alone
in the worn out sweater she had grown,
She hoped, her end might have pleased them all.

At parting, you'll be missed, I fear,
A treasure lost, a friend so sincere.
Once ignored, now sought by all,
A fleeting light, they heed your call.

They poke and pry, their gaze intense,
As if you're fading from their presence.
A ship sailing into the distance,
Your journey's course, a mystic existence,
An out of world experience.

They long for you to stay,
But destiny summons you away.

Years pass but I am still stuck behind.

The world has lost its heart
Everything is so violently torn apart
The night skies is shining bright
The fireballs are scattered tonight
Hatred is the new trend
Relations have come to a bitter end
Everybody is anticipating what will come next
The boiling vessels screaming unrest
Twenty five is the year to be part of new history
A very dividing, a start of the beautiful tragedy
It has been predicted that this is the beginning
Of the end, just wait and watch the world destructing
Watchful eyes watching things unfold
The power is all the talking, chances don't hold
The peace is expensive, peace is with handful few
The yesterday's news is old, it's all anew.

Put this pictures apart
Place this shapes distort
A distant vision to begin
I put my soul in between
I chase after things
which will divide me from within.

Poetry connect lives ,
each word
fill a canvas with
different shades .
It draws the outline
of many emotions .
The art drafts
the stories of lives
people all around the world

All that is
What it is
Future is imagination
Nothing concrete
Present has never been kind
I live through it with hope
Survive like every day
But to what end
Present will never be kind
And what I am building,
The future, it is in my head
An imagination
it is there and gone.

I
I
I
I
the nice toys we are
much like puppets
quite the entertainment
destinies pulling the strings
and we are dancing to tunes
all under its powered reins
what control we can
the life we spend
*I        I
I          I
I          I
I        I

Rage
Red rage
Like erupting volcano
The blinding anger
Cracking up loud
Fire won't out
Burning forests
as it won't subside
Will take days and more
calm the loads destruction
The remnants and the ashes    
All that relationship and bonds

Everything I try I have lost faith in me
it is the story written of my destiny
there is a lot to what could be
but the pages of my thoughts are left empty
I owe lot to the belief of my family
They're still wishing the best for me
but I want to check the exitdoor
I just have no self belief like before.