nothing left about happy times,
but i still try to find some shining lines.
nothing but dust, dirt, war, disease,
what good  is left to write in a poem,
i cant find anything, so frustrating, but true,
i know you feel this too, so lets just breathe.
lets just forget this year, this poems tell me so,
think about the bright sunshine mankind lived in,
and prepare for the days of joy that are yet to go.
all alone we are, but still so close,
this poem will stay in your heart,
telling you to close your eyes,
and reminding you of your beautiful memories,
i think in this time this much is suffice.

Who creates us,
is it pure science or something,
that is far more than our reach or minds?
All this curiousity, all these questions,
they fade away, when a parent sees his infant,
taking the first breath, all the emotions are just locked away.
Such a beautiful creature human is,
such a beautiful life he is about to live,
born with no jealously, no pity,
all he has to offer is a beautiful cry,
opening his body for the oxygen of the new world,
the new world that has now become pretty deadly,
but all we can hope is that the boy,
finds his way on the earth,
never envies, zero foes, a happy circle,
is where we all wish he goes.

who is god? is he the force that resides in the stone of dorm?
is he someone who wants people to fight against each other
to defend its one but so many forms?
never has someone seen, nor someone heard,
still why do some people claim to have his accord?
yes you say that there is god, then why there is hunger,
poverty, death and frost?
i do believe in something but never those people,
i believe in something that is far more deeper.
maybe its not someone, the vedas are just a projection of an ideal person,
its something that resides within you, helping you to help others, and teaching you all are brothers.

they **** them,
they sell them,
what would happen to their children,
seldom they dont think that.
she was pregnant,
those predators didn't care for that,
they just were beggars of money,
so they committed this evil felony.
creature will get justice,
like any other human would,
our system is not just for humans,
its blind denotes the same,
one should know,
hanging the skin on walls,
or wearing the leather,
will never get you fame.

Liking is something everyone desires,
to love someone for the rest of their lives,
everybody aspires.
What is love? Ever though about that?
Two months of knowing and you already love her,
well its definitely not what love means sir.
But you can always like someone,
as your heart cannot be broken.
love is something stronger,
but you should know when to use it,
or else one heartbreak and you will loose it.
So always prefer to like but not to love,
as for in this world, most of love stories end up in the