You will live through
your name engraved
on the name plate.

In this game of life, unequals square off, powerless, their future forever entwined in the unfettered might of evolution's reign.

A world of equals, a transient fantasy lost in the depths of an infinite stream, fades away at the embryonic stage, giving birth to a fate of conflict and death.

I need just one piece to complete the puzzle of life. I don't know where to find it. The search of vault in my heart has failed to yield any result.

life now is a harsh reality,

an enjoyable memory later.

Beware..
What you do to others.
Same story will repeat
in your life too.

Who else are you waiting for?
To buy your empty heart and inject
it with his life giving breath.

Life's magic gone now.
Small stage, characters crowd,
weary viewers watch,
Tricks repeat, no spark.
Life has lost it's spell.

We are all living with a
common illness called
life.

Yesterday’s dream fades.
Today’s dream begins to bloom.
Life is a dream stream.

Play your own game.

Overwhelming emotional force in the heart.
Uncertain on how to act.
making mistakes in both speech and deed.
attempting to arrange life in a balanced manner.
But the mind won't budge.
But, take heart: this malady is widespread.
Life is a lingering state of instability.

Past- A lost luggage

Present - A damaged luggage

Future-A delayed luggage

Life's masterpiece of art, blazing bright everywhere.Everyone of us a speck of light within it. Scattered randomly, presenting a unique wholesome sight.

Life, like an old movie, unfolds before me.
Not curious to see, yet I cannot restrain my gaze.

If You love to hear your own
voice at every function,
then bring in paid audience.

Fragrance of memory
blends with dust as we tread.
Life becomes a sacred journey.

happiness and difficulty, arrived and left, unsolicited.
Transient emotions, jolting experience.  
Life seems to be a never ending stream of thoughts, chronic.

Eyes hold tales untold.
Melancholy image stays.
Life's frailty revealed vividly.

........hot ghee, which cannot be

Gulped nor let out.

Keep the beat going...

Life cannot become a perfect art because the heart lacks a mind and the mind lacks a heart.

The wind is blowing, the weather is nice, but the future seems bleak.

The sun feels good on the skin, yet things don't seem good in life.

There is greenery all around, which is calming to the sight, but life is not looking well.

Everything seems to be there in life, save for the assurance that it will continue.

Everywhere there are difficult scenes. Life is struggling to keep its meaning for its followers.

DNA defines
our unique identity.
Life's X and Y game!

When life becomes larger than the ideal for humans, human bonds and empathy break down, and degradation and destruction become his chosen destiny.

I lit  lamp
He lit cigarette

I prayed
He preys

I made food
He gorged

I did chores
He slumbered

I  toiled
He trailed

I cried in pain
He giggled

I bore the brunt
He lived blithely

I made life
He lived.

(This poem is dedicated to all working and non working women who make life for their family members. In my opinion, women are life makers)

Tell me why my life matters
to you?

It seems we have slipped from a dream to a nightmare.

Ascetic clouds.
No rain dumped.
Distraught souls.
Life on the boil.
A just retaliation
for the misdeeds committed.

Why is the play so dismal?
Is a retake possible?

At the end, life leaves everyone with a profound question?

Is creation a root without shoot or a shoot without root ?

I left you because you
started making rules for my life.

Gossip was delightful.
The daily congregation
Kept everyone in  high spirits.
Reputations of men and
women of high order
were ripped to shreds.
The gossipers dispersed
only after discovering a villain
in the group who had broken the
group code with a malicious gossip about a group member.

My romance with past dreams
ruined my present, rendering me future less.

I have nowhere to go

Learn to forget all and everything.

To know the knower

You are struggling with ideas.
I am struggling without ideas.

I twisted air in my palm and flung it at you. Like a seductive twister, you gulped it down and charged at me. I'm perched perilously on a branch. Life has been thrown off kilter.

Don't give up.

If you give up
It's akin to scoring
an own goal.

You'll have to endure
shame forever.

We won't be able to walk together because you take small steps while I take big steps.

Those present had left by the time others arrived.
There was no time to wait for others to arrive.
Nobody was eager to see others in flesh and blood.
Everyone had focused their attention on their own lives.

Life has no script.
A scripted life can never be real.

One half of the Earth is always in darkness and one half is always light.

Go where light is.