I fall for you
But it's not true
You saw me through cracked door
And I saw you sitting on the floor
We saw each other through a small hole
And that was the last day I saw you
From that day I fall for you
Untill now I Love you

I have confusion in my life ,
What I do is wrong or right.
To think of someone
Or to think of something
Give happiness a while
I have confusion in my life
Am I OK or ain't OK
Is this a question for me
Or am I giving the answer
The path in which I walk
Is it ok or not
What am I doing
Why I thinking so much
The path you choose is always right
You didn't choose it yourself
It is choosen by almighty
So walk upto end
Go up to that towers end
Which is decided by almighty
Don't get confusion
Do what you want
It is right
Never you do that
What is wrong
Finally I got the answer
I don't have any confusion in my life.

A good poem comes with a life, full of happiness
A good poem comes with a life full of sorrow
A good poem is art to express oneself on sheet
Thanks to Almighty
I don't write a good poem because my life is half of happiness and half of sorrow
My art start with my heart and ended on my heart.
I feel pretty good that my poem is not a good poem.

So what? your dream starting to fade ;
So what? you feel that everything is vain;

But if you wanna try ;
To jump and fly ;
To go to the sky;
So hold yourself high;

Your fading dream comes to the life;
You feel that;
Everything is fine.
You just have to redesign;
Then you must succeed ;
And at last You are in cloud nine;
And everything is fine...

Your tear your fear
Is that what you gain
So you **** yourself
Give everyone pain

Your laugh your smile
It's worth us while
You live long life
It's our prioritize

But you self- serving
You think your life is vain
So you **** yourself
And gives everyone pain.


Make a second thought
See your love one's face
So don't give your life
Save us from pain.......

This is a world of virtual communities
There are friends and lots of opportunities
At the same time we feel lonely
We become unskilled and started feeling lowly
The chaos in it , the hateful comments
We reply to fast in just a moment
We don't think about the concequence
And the bickering goes on without conconance
We become anti social, afraid to interact
Resulting- depression,fictional dystopia and we are trapped
It's necessary to check the comments share and like
After every hour of post ,in mind it strike
We become self obsessed, following influencers
After knowing the fact, they are money maker
We kills our time just scrolling on it
Sometimes advertiser make our time split
At the end of day we got nothing
Some true, some fake story and it keep buzzing
But I  don't understand the algorithm
We lost our societies mechanism
It's a place for voiceless people
But overuse , abuse, make it illegal
This is a world of social media
It is a black and white encyclopaedia