School
Family
Friendship
Boyfriends
or
Girlfriends.
Each sphere of life
put there to make you work.
Work for the best.
Work to be the best.
Work to have the best.
Each sphere having its own imperfections,
Its own weaknesses,
Its own blemishes.

These are are what we call
Perfect imperfections.
Which make life exciting,
stirring and unique.
Every flaw
Every fault
Every error
All put there to make life extraordinary.

Who will be my friend**, because no one really understands
this poem is just a device, from which my broken heart stems
with these words I now articulate, does my soul seek to take cover
looking for a real friend to have, willing to share the pain of another

Perhaps you too, having been made numb dealing with your concerns
subconsciously focused on healing your own pain, before it burns
then how can I earnestly ask of you, thinking I would be able to find
someone with the ability to help, maybe I myself am just blind

One who is a prisoner, is not free, nor himself in a position
he's trapped in that continuum, caused by his own condition
so I cry out in the only way I know how, this now my mission
hoping to be shown some light, these feelings need definition

Maybe I am delusional, not wishing to accept the fact
that there does not exist a friend, I could ever attract
then what prosperity awaits me, what are my hopes really worth
perhaps the truth I will find, when I am resting deep in the earth

How I must be a paradox, bold and yet full of contrition
thinking long and hard, I nevertheless came to this decision
yes I said what I have to say, but I know this pain is not my own
many of you reading this, whether you'll admit it, you too are alone

An answer exists, but only the strong-willed can discern
the weakness of the human ego, how easy for it to spurn
come off your high horse, for many it is too late
they lack the courage, that independent mind to concentrate

When all is said and done, loneliness of spirit is not exclusively mine
so I submit this proof, to you my dear reader, and let this be a sign
next time you feel on top of the world, where things couldn't be better
count the days that go by, before you too will be writing this same letter

A short poem for all of you Special People that don't want to belong. I am a true radical. I am different. No one really knows who I am. Perhaps, this is the way I want it. Perhaps, this is "the real me."

While growing up, I too didn't "belong" and still don't. Freedom is the right to choose. Often others want to impose their will on you. Too often, it seems that external pressures force us to do things which are not always necessarily in our better interests. Peer pressure, social pressures entrap us, and we end up "going with the flow."

I went through my early education with very few friends. They were what I would define as friends of the moment. Sound advice, have many "friends," but find yourself one "true friend." This is the one to call friend for your entire life. With this true friend, you are going to grow in this world. Growing in confidence, in wisdom, in knowledge, in security and in realizing who you really are. They will be the "Real Mirror" whose reflection, in time, you will honestly be able to call your own.

**For all you radicals, there is a time to stand up and shout
refuse to belong to those that choose the easy way out
For what purpose would he decree, when G-D granted us life
if not to stand firm and avoid all forms of strife

I'm a radical, to this I must admit
always looked upon differently, as if I'm unfit
But why follow others who think they suffice
to control everyone else with the roll of their dice

Having gone through a lot, one begins to discern
there's a time for discipline, and a time for concern
Stand up and be counted, you alone have begun
to realize you can be different, and still be as one

All you radicals, to you alone do I salute
your ways may be different, but none could refute
Imagine our world, without you, what it would be
a place where individuality could never ever be Free....

Zindagi ko jina sikh lo,
Zindagi se ladna sikh lo,
Hausla rakho sabse uper,
Zindagi me jitna sikh lo,

Bana do apni ek alag pahachan,
Naam wahi par kam alag **
Visva me tumhara ** ek alag kirtimaan,
Karke apne kul ko rausan,
hansna aur hansana sikh lo,
Zindagi ko jina sikh lo,

Dikha do duniya ko
Kanto jaisi raho par chalkar,
Pa lo apni manzil ko
Ek misaal bankar,
Etihas ke panno pe
apni pahchan likh do,
Safal hokar jeevan me tum
Zindagi ko jina sikh lo,
Zindagi ko jina sikh lo....