THE FORGIVING NATURE

Cruel, cold reality,
Filled with futility
Time running by
Tide washing sides

Is it right
The god nature
Part of your nurture
This forgiving nature

The big question
Who am i?
The forgiving nature
Makes me stand aside

The tear i cry
Makes me realise
But then who am i
To decide...

To judge the black from white
Where white distil
To make darkeness
At night....

Shade black and white

Nature banks, the color of light,
What is correct ,
What is "rite",
How do we know,
With no one to guide.

Society in black and white ,
Pumping rules down the pipe,
Without thinking twice,about,
The shades of black and white.....

The Soul Mirror

The face in the mirror,

Asks me every morning...

"how are you doing?"

And since

The life i think i own,

Is never the way i want it to go,

I smile,with broken heart

And bloody dagger cliking to my smile

I say, "yes me fine to-day"

And my soul

rattles in the empty mirror

That reflect nothing when

I move no.....

BMM

There was a girl from BMM,

Though not very sure of MM's,

Striving to touch the stars.

Sitting with the shortest hem,

Now dreaming to control those MM

My Dream

You lay quiet and shy,

Among your companion in your lies.

Wrapped in tri-colour of victory,

You come home on a cold dry night.

The dark blue nights, pierce me 'rite';

And your promises, cloud my mind.

Why do you burn alone, sinking me in your crime,

Leaving me alone, to cry all my life.

The only faith, i had, is now long gone,

To be one, is a dream long lost.

And now i wait in anxiety,

For the moment, that would be mighty....

And now as long as i live,

Your joys, are my smiles

Your victory, my defeat

Your companionship, my loneliness.....

My dream, is your life; but the reality,

You shine in the starry night.

to my love Ashish

The Laws of pain

Leaving behind memories sinking

In the world of mortal being

Just when the light, no longer shines

The pain is left behind;

Not to lie in bed with you.

But to trouble the next thing nearest to you

Like the million dollar question

Where the circle begins and where it ends ?

But as life moves on

The pain too drags along.....

Burden

They don't bother about me anymore,

"Gone with the winds" is the attitude,

They have more.

The illness i have, will never be

Cures, because the wound i have

Are not shown.

It is the heart that ache;

The mirror shatters when i

Tell my tale.

They tell me, i emphasise, bring death

Near my life: living may be fun, but to

Me its burden.....