There once was a girl
a soul full of foul
greedy,egoist and proud by the nature
how can she be so ugly creature.
She was gifted with good skin and physique
faster her mind with rejected logics
carried her skin and showed with pride
in the digital screens she cant hide
bribed by the possessions she had
tried to act smart but always lacked.
Some fell for her but she gave a ****
it was her nature what could it harm.
Lost in her world of selfishness,
she once tried to be nice
hatred pulled her back with unwanted disguise.
She cant change herself because she needs to show
show her covering with outer glow
Mind full of ego she needs to learn,
the world is full of billions who earn,
earn a life without their skin but with what they are,
learn some respect without a war.
Love is a play and feelings dont matter to her.
Need to learn girl the skin you have will fade someday,
but the person you are never changes,
value your soul and not your skin,
stop smiling at your admirance enjoy your pain,
when you fall in love it will show,
and if you get rejected then you will know.

Someone once took something from me,
dont know what but something was missing,
that something meant everything to me,
and without everything i am nothing,
Sometimes nothing leads to many things,
and many things guides to nothing.
Such is my normal life,
starts with nothing and ends with everything...

In the barren land of a lonely place,
near a village of northern face,
there was a bar where people came,
after the hard day with the penny they made,
some drink to forget their past,
and some to start another day,
no matter the season the place was always
full to pay.

On a chilly night of december evening,
the door opened with an unfamiliar face,
judging by the pace he had a rough day and
a mess,
they stared at him with gazing eyes,
looking as if he was cold as an ice,
face full of beard and eyes soaked by tears,
he asked the bartender for a drink to cheer,
in return he was asked where was he from
and what was his story.

He started his memoir of the past taking a sip,
remembered all at once with a breathe long dip,
Zalta was the place where i was born,
lived with parents,family and brothers along,
until the day the place was hit with dispute,
and declared a war on the following day.

His brothers ran and so was he told,
but he remained with his parents and the war
unfold,
his wife and daughters kept him holding and
believing,
until the storm hit their gates without their willing,
parents shot dead,wife and daughters ***** and killed,
in front of his eyes till he was dead within.

He was shot in arms and legs and left there to die,
pain and grief withheld, no tears to cry,
he woke up with a dead soul and a wounded body,
teared was the heart with sheer misery,
broken bones and tattered soul,
finished his drink with another sip of smelly foul.
Those gazing eyes are now filled with tears,
nothing they said, just the silence to hear,
he paid his bill and left the place,
in search to cure his soul with holy grace,
emotions were dead so was his spirit,
in search of some place where he could die
in peace.

Hey,are you listening?
these words are trying to say smthing,
smthing that might change the way you think,
the way you feel,the way you see the world.
harvested brains cant give you juicy fruits,
until it bloosms with creation and love,
and love cannot be achieved until you are true to yourself,
free to breathe and hard to break.
Trust and belief are the virtues to hold on,
unless and until you know urself in the mirror,
mirror that reflects your true color not the one you want to be.
Living in the fantasy is not so hard,
its the reality that haunts,
dark hours and cold nights,
sweats and chills and endless fights.
So be yourself and not what you are,
live your life with what you have,
because this transition is a blink to share,
forget,forgive,love and care..:)

you are beautiful,
you seem happy,
you are nice
you are cute,
you are sweet,
but you are mute,
because i see you only in the screen..

With the dawn of sparking sunlight,
and the charm of varying twilight,
there came a breeze of mere silence,
bending against the blaze of passion,
tickling my heart with crumbs of love.

It was you with flowers in your hands,
or was it the fantasy in my mind,
a fantasy which made me fall in love,
with the angel having a pretty soul.

Cheerful you are with the happiness in life,
love we have with the trust and vibe,
it starts at dawn and ends at dusk,
carries me away from the core of musk,
fate has a habit of bringing people together,
let them be, either for a moment or forever.

its true you were there,
for all my faults and my failures,
you were there in all my joys and my pain,
you were there when i was insane.

But now the things have changed like fantasy,
drowning ships and falling stars,
making my days hard and tearing the nights apart,
making each memoir a bitter truth and each moment a filthy lie,
yes you have changed and the love is lost,
so has the belief and the trust.

the ego and the rage causing the fall with the maze,
making this relation a mockery with blaze,
things have changed with the voyage,
how can i trust you now,
after all the things you have done,
yes i am falling apart after you have gone.