this pressure to do something great,
its not something other people create,
its one's heart that craves for feeling victory.
This crave makes us do nasty things,
its really creepy.
why cant we control it, ever thought about that,
well its simple! no person in the world,
would like to create no impression of itself on this earth,
a common man follows same routine, breakfast, night in.
but my mind doesnt want that, yours shouldnt too,
this monotonous life is nothing but a disaster,
we should find our ability and remember everybody has one,
just try and master, a mediocre never prevails, prevails is the king,
just give this a thought, just think.

this moment is your life,
we search the mistakes of the past,
look to the bright future,
but in that second dont we forget to live.
thinking about future doesnt change it,
reliving harsh realities of past doesnt make it less painful,
then why dont you listnen to me, when i say,
this moment is your life,
dont ruin it, fill your life with life,
if stretched too far, you wont even realise ,when you die,
but if lived to content,
ur life will be filled with bright sights.

The doomsday arrived,
the forces lured one another ready to snap out of the sky.
Water was no where, though every creature was wet in their despair.
This is not just a war,
it is a thirst for survival by the super forces,
all the world diminishing mourning losses.
Do you realise whats happening here,
its the end of world war Z:war for water decree,
nobody left to celebrate the retreat,
nobody left to call it a victory.
The humanity killed itself that once pledged to **** poverty,
but instead they killed beauty.
The next life will originate simultaneously,
i am telling you now,
way better than us,
all the creatures will evolve and prosper harmoniously.

I watch a lot of shows,
i dont know why but they stick with me,
even after they go.
I finished this beauty of Just Add Magic ,
feeling pretty sad even though the ending was a happy show.
I feel them i feel their story, just like i do with books,
when my dear potter ended i felt lost i dont know why,
this feelin is flawed.
A try i make to message the cast, oh what a fool i am,
they are just stars. Then again i start another one, forgetting the past,
and again the cycle starts when the series comes to a happy close.

There are people ,
Brains known to be the masters of science,
there are people,
Hearts known to be the masters of religious lines,
Always in this beauty,
U can either choose one,
Choosing hearts and  you will be fed by god priests and saints,
Choosing brains you will be led by facts ,actions and humane traits.
At some point of your divine time,
U will be given the opportunity to select,
What are your desires , u cannot choose both,
Choose none and u will be misled,
U will become living dead.
Who says they are both dependent,
They are two rivers,
Steady flow of the Almighty
Or the curious flow of the intellect.
The mankind can never understand,
The brain, the heart,
They are the art ..the mystery that is to be never revealed,
Science and religion ,, two concepts  ,
That are forever sealed.

Truly no literally , i am conjested,
in this world of desire as i seek ,
i did my best, i know you did too,
then why we feel conjested,
shouldnt we be happy about it?
or it just didnt feel good?
what can we do to make ourselves happy ,
i ask everyone, i know you do too,
i am alone and so are you,
why i am not content,
even though this poem tells me i am pretty shrewd.
i dont think this happiness person wants just a successful robot,
he wants a host merry enough to understand his own thoughts,
so i hope this poem tells you to to be a happy failure,
nothing success can buy if you are deadline saviour.

Pandemic
The word itself describes its art,
Lots of deaths, people leave with a scar,
Maybe you  think its effect is temporary ,
But don’t you worry, these pity days will haunt you
Till you are buried.
The life started so beautifully, cro-magnans and environment
Living symbiotically,
What happened after that, you all know, history of the earth changed,
When the man learnt to fight and take revenge.
You really think its all a particular regime’s  fault,
Well don’t worry! I guarantee you.
Mother nature was planning this since long halt,
And why not, after what damage has been done,
Maybe she just wants to remind us ,
That power is just a time’s rust.
So bury yourself in your glass palaces,
And promise to whatever you believe,
If there is even a slight chance that you aren’t preyed,
Then you will never  ever predate.