Some of my thoughts are about self-concern
some will cause your heart to burn
some are like winter season
which spread chills without a reason
i never wished to be sorted enough
my words come better in the rough …

a gap of comprehension
between me and myself
i wander in the lands of pretension
to know what’s in the shelf
a gap of comprehension
lies there when a kid shouts
noise of attention
to find mother’s whereabouts
a gap of comprehension
exists in teaching and learned
a welcoming of opposition
to get what was yearned
a gap of comprehension
is there whenever i write about God
a scribble of solicitation
to get away from societal nod

walking on the street
he saw a horse
of glorifying feat
conveying to him the course
of the pious meet
a faint folly of spirit
he uttered as he saw the elite; horse

A line of thought
reached a different end than anticipated
i guess so you also fought
and then left things upon time and waited

he gazed at the sky
humming a lullaby of archaic times
suddenly there was a manifestation up high
of crescent moon playing holy rhymes
in the moment there was a pause
as if rhythm of time pulled back its claws
he was at last enlightened
to search the meaning of inner peace and crimes

Tough times came with our hands held together
We were cuddling before the whole night
We looked at the sky as if we wanted it to take us
With her hand in my hand I felt that the place was complete
Or offer peace and make the environment harmonious
She looked at me smiling as if she wanted to say something
I kissed on her forehead and started humming
That sound made the moment complete
The idea of death was certain and concrete, in our heads
That momentary was utterly embedded
We slept night after night with our hands threaded
She said don't look at the sky so lovingly or it'll take you away
So I packed my bags and held her hand so we could run away
I wanted her for eternity she was so complete
The idea of making her feel special was discrete
Soon end will come I just wish she is in my hand
I don't wanna go to a barren place which ends with no name of her in the land

My insides have started to fade away      
I fear myself more than your touch    
You promised a land where nobody stays,
Is there no live example of such              
I hold your hand in daylight, you walk away in the night                                          
I catch-up some sad thoughts in the sunset, you don't care much yet                
I understand life isn't easy for me nor for you                                                          
Just a hug that brings love to my barren landed hue                                                
But I don't even allow sympathetic behaviour                                                
With me crying I don't have any saviour, other than you                                        
With my memories shall live on our prayers                                                                  
Everyone should be happy for themselves, care for themselves who thinks of layers, of boundness