What does the Quran say, to love,
but not to hate,
the people come on earth according to his will,
no one has the right to make them pay,
for their sins.
self destruction, mass collapse, this is not what Quran teaches us, it teaches us to love,
but not to hate,
the path taken by one, cannot define a group,
as all they want is peace, i know we want too.
a man goes so deep trying to achieve his Allah,
so unknowingly he becomes blind in his path,
and creates a deadly scar,
Quran doesnt teach us that,
i say Quran is in everyone's heart and in brain,
as for it teaches us to love but not to hate.

She is there , whenever i fear,
she is always there to take my care,
always lived too far, but it seemed too close,
its her kindness, choosing to live in my heart,
keeping us bound from distances apart.
For a moment there, it seemed like ,
we had some disliking,
who am i kidding,
it was always the plan for some heartfelt bonding.
To her is the tribute today,
as for she chose my life,
to fill with beautiful sun rays!

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.

there is always an awkwardness when you talk to a girl,
why that happens? well maybe that's because its something,
you have never learnt,
you just stand there in front of the crush, trying to speak so much but so little comes out,
and there she goes to the cooler ones, so you always blow the chance.
this feeling," always thought she liked me too, lets talk to her, ask who she is into",
this conversation will do you no good,
as for you are the awkward one,
no one would give a **** to!
so yes, you should learn to talk, learn to respect,
have a clear prospect,
dont do anything sudden, not anything random,
as for people are chosen on their hearts,
and if yours is not the good one,
ultimately you will be left with no one.

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.

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.

Black is a colour often we misread,
according to evolution,
most superior human, it means.
All the dominant alleles flushed into one,
and still the recessive ones are able to prey upon in day’s sun.
What have they done no body questions,
we are white, they are black, kills all the discussions.
Leads to the final stage where death is the reward,
for something that is genetic, it is pretty rough accord.
All the people then come together,
still the predator walks freely,
what has happened to humans,
have they lost all the emotional ability?
I stand with victims, you should too,
as for no one is black nor is white,
everything and everyone is grey even in day’s light.

Black is a colour often we misread,
according to evolution,
most superior human, it means.
All the dominant alleles flushed into one,
and still the recessive ones are able to prey upon in day’s sun.
What have they done no body questions,
we are white, they are black, kills all the discussions.
Leads to the final stage where death is the reward,
for something that is genetic, it is pretty rough accord.
All the people then come together,
still the predator walks freely,
what has happened to humans,
have they lost all the emotional ability?
I stand with victims, you should too,
as for no one is black nor is white,
everything and everyone is grey even in day’s light.

As she laid on the bed,
her eyes were moments to close,
i said to her, you have always been with me,
please dont go.
she barely managed to speak,
just touched her hand with mine,
i had my voice but no words came out,
and then i started crying loud.
she gave me a smile,
as i kissed on her forehead,
the flatline beeped, my world came to an end.
i promised her soul that moment which was now set free,
i will find you in every rainbow, every sunrise i see.

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.

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 thing that we want to multiply,
this thing that we consider our ally,
it the soul reason for happiness,
but have you considered why?
there are lot of luxuries to be bought,
but someone will be there, more richer,
do you really want to fight this garbage war?
then why is money soul reason for happiness,
well thats because our smile lies,
in the joy of the poorer, their wellness.
many dont know , but i think you should,
you are flooded by grace of god,
not to use it all,
but to distribute it to good cause.

what it means to be 18?
is it going to be something, never experienced ,
never seen?
there will be voting rights, yes ofcourse,
but there will be intimate interaction with this
bitter world also.
i dont know whether to be scared or excited?
in this progressive new world, surely
independence can be tiring!
i m going to do what i think, is right,
trusting my judgement, following the light,
  but for now, on this occasion i am just happily delight.

you love him, he loves you,
is it really something you can just rely upon?
the distances that have separated you,
what do you know maybe he is just any other con?
relationship is beautiful,
but that doesnt mean its always successful,
no proper time, no proper stance,
its a false reality, every other long distance.
come out of fantasy, grow up on reality,
you never saw, never touched, neither shared feelings
how could  you even say then, long distance relationship
is really working?
moral of the story, dont get yourself in this tomfoolery,
find someone next to you, whom you can rely upon while crying, who will be with you even when you stink or shine.

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.

this world seems to collapse,
running wild is the weather,
destruction, death and gregarious pest.
people say find hope and have faith,
but isnt the hope lost in doom to begin with?
how can there be happiness in such a downfall,
but do you think ending yourself is the right call?
asked many questions, i know you want answers too.
clinging to the mere faith left in humanity,
doing our work, staying in touch,
i say we wait for the ultimate sunshine, final bright light,
we live to fight another day, another night.

is satisfaction, the ultimate relaxation?
we work everyday, at the end of way, we sleep,
we think its the time to push back relax but is it?
do you think we are really freed?
do you really think a time will come,
when there will be no greed,
people will be just happy in what they achieve?
human nature is bound to have curiosity,
but isnt it what everybody says,
satisfaction isnt the goal, it is the journey the way?
so ask yourself right now, are you satisfied , are you relaxed?
because if you are not, the day is not far
where you think waking up a morning,
there is  still lots to achieve, but believe me when i say,
at that point,
the grip reaper will be  just a breath away.

What we watch is instilled in us,
What we see everyday, the shows the series,
They start to define us,
Its not something that you will feel in practical life,
As watching a heist, i know you wouldn't rob a bank, Oh Christ!
But a seed deep down with a message gets sowed, your actions get altered,
In comparison to what you see,
Your perception about life, your thinking about lifestyle, it seems to be bore.
But believe me when this poems tells you,
Keep a limit to violence you see,
Keep a limit to the seasons you complete,
All you see, all you hear, every take is scripted, true events shown definitely do have something fake listed.
So see what reality is, dont go too deep
In this invisible hole, beware,
Because there might be a day, where your sub concious will have to choose,
To **** or to spare.

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.

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.

The truth lies within

The truth lies within,
No one knows what a sparrow speaks,
All her feelings are meshed in her singing,
In the swinging of her beak,
One would get what she squeals,
In the rays of morning,
Her speech will be revealed,
The truth lies within the beak.

He loves her,
Truly aspires her,
Feelings can’t be read by the beautiful geek,
Her voice is beloved,
He is afraid to reveal,
Long talks divulges her artificial feels,
He doesn’t know what’s going in her heart,
Finally a deep smile of hers at him,
The truth lies within.

Love can’t be bought by money,
Love can’t be forced by felony,
It can only be felt with compassion,
With care,
And a place in dweller’s coral land.
Some don’t understand what love is,
A glimpse in poor’s brain,
True love can win,
The truth lies within.

A being doesn’t understand the art of time,
Waste it goes,
Drains itself leaving cries
As it goes,
“Time is a virtual thing”,
Maybe you are on false win,
Time cannot be defeated as one slaughters into ashes,
Time cannot be cheated as one’s head gets buried, white clothes, sashes,
It can be your friend if u want,
Just don’t throw it in the waste slot,
Time lies everywhere in defeats, in the sins,
The truth lies within.

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.

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

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.

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.