and then there comes a age
when you don't even lie
you don't even hurt anyone
you didn't do anything bad
but still feel terrible
and your heart becomes miserable
then you can't even breathe properly.

We all just living in adult bodies with childish mind.

need a syllabus called mental health

my friend,
told me when I wasn't near him for 3 years,
he drugged a lot, and there was a time he saw himself in doorstep of hospital
my heart,
It stopped beating, I couldn't do anything about it,
what more surprising is that he told me that with his sparkling smile.
That smile which I couldn't get to see in those years.
I feel so bad
god
It's so painful
and it's just such a shame I can't caress his hair anymore.
And I cannot get across those words they mean so much that it's giving me an headaches.

Any poem
Yeah any poem
It's incompl

what are we living for ?
any purpose ?
I don't have any purpose to live
still I wish not to be dead.
do I have people who love me ?
what am I living for ..
I just don't get it

I saw

rage, hatred, disloyalty, unfaithfulness, betrayal, desperation, discourage..



in my family members

Haven't read a poetry without 'nature'

Just give up on your dreams and die.












__LA

I wish
my hands could write
automatically
what I feel through

what do you all poets do, haah ?
do you feel so much pain and sufferings ?
whare do you get all those feelings ?
why ain't you speaking ?



I can hear your breathe
It's warm and calm

that's what poets do  ... understand ?

so
tell me
what should I write ?
on this last page
because you have left before it !

what's the matter ?
why you're being so quiet ?
Is there anything that hurts you ?
or your heart has fallen for someone ?

One....., two......, five......, ten.....,
I count this over and over again.

twenty....., fifty......, one hundred......., and two......,
how many times you said that you loved me true.

one thousand....., six hundred....., and five.....,
how many times you stood there and lied.

four billion....., nine thousand....., six hundred.....,and ten.....,
how many chances I've given you over and over again.

eleven million....., six billion....., nine million......,then some,
how many feelings have you undone.

seven lakhs....., nine hundred......, five lakhs to read,
with this breakup will forever bleed

although it was not all before,
and it can't be ever restored.

hmmm,
when you say someone dear
does it means that,
the person is special to you
but why to a STRANGER we call dear ?
is it because the person isn't special to ourselves ?
For me
It's just so much fun
when I call my ex as dear
and then I see
he's all burnt up .....

something
                        sometimes
                     ­    any habit
                  or only my silence
                          ........ ........
                         he recalls ?

didn't I offer all my luck to you from the beginning.

today morning
I had read my zodiac
there was written that
today I'll get a treasure
when I walked down back street
I found my old friend who was being
in another country for further studies

I felt this when I saw the same he which was lost  two years ago.....!!!