Wandering the street of a place,
Place which I feel familiar with place what I called the ‘MY PLACE’,
Where I felt my heart in peace,
But now, I walk all alone in the streets of My Place.
I wander across the dark wet streets,
The moist air slaps my face,
I see the birds fleeing their nests to search for a new place to live,
I see the dead trees falling,
I see the light placing itself out from my place,
Oh! The place where I belong is so dead,
Where I can’t feel the joy reach my head,
My eyes throw the warm tears on my cheeks,
Cause the place I belong to was so very dead.
I start my search for my home,
Home where I wanted to belong to for the rest of my life,
But I can’t seem to find it, because all the houses looked the same,
I was from a small family,
That’s why my house was very ordinary,
But they had the people to call it ‘my home’,
I finally found my home, I knocked the door,
The door was open I stepped in but they stared at me and threw me out,
The tears found their way again like a river finding its dried channel,
From my eyes to my cheeks, from the cheeks to the street,
I find sorrow haunting my place,
I feel sorry to come here because the place I belong to is so dead.
I wanted to go sink in the dark like everybody else,
But now I saw a light which was brightly bluely,
I could see some happy shadows dancing in the light,
There was a sense of bond which I could smell and feel inspite of the distance we shared,
I moved towards the light with a sense of hope,
A hope to live and exist and not succumb to my battle with the dead-ly dark,
As I move closer I can smell the bond,
The bond was crystal clear in my head,
The bond was the bond of friendship which could never break despite distances,
I reach the place which was bathing with light,
I step inside the part which makes me feel so happy, so content,
The shadows which turned into faces, faces which turned to people indeed were my friends.
They possessed a look of shock and awkwardness on their faces,
Because here they faced a murderer,
They wanted to run but they couldn’t,
They pitied me which put the light off again like the other places,
But loud I screamed, the pain in the scream let the light come back,
They helped me stand up back on my feet, they smiled at me,
I was feeling awful, extremely hurt inside,
Cause I was the murderer of myself and their very old close friend,
But the place seemed to be bright again with happiness flowing around,
Pleasant as it used to be,
The faces of my friends smiled back at me,
Cause they knew deep down that I was not the person who was standing in front of them,
They trusted me with their lives,
They made me feel like their same old dear friend,
My place was worth living again,
With the lights spreading its wings on my place,
I now loved the place where I belonged to,
Because it was cozy and lovable again.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
LIKE NEVER BEFORE
Seems just yesterday,
When happiness hugged me,
Seems just moments ago,
When happiness kissed me,
Now, My Life takes a turn,
My life is now how it was never before,
Sadness is my pocket,
Tears in my wallet,
Gloom on my eyes,
Making it hazy for me to see, like never before.
The Shine of “ME” “MYSELF”
Is clouded by the wrath of the world,
It just seems that future never existed for me,
The Smile, I lived with,
Now I can never show,
The zest to live my life is now subdued,
By the zest to go deep down under.
I feel this sea of sadness has filled the shores of my life,
With pain and filth I experience, Like never before,
My words stay deep in my heart,
They never come out even if I tear myself apart,
The box wants to open,
The box wants to break,
But The Key is lost,
Its like everything in my life has gone for a toss.
With the good turning bad,
With people turning their backs,
With dark pushing out the light,
With myself, I cannot fight,
With smiles fading away.
My life just seems to be like one it was never before.
My eyes wanting to see,
Someone who could be called “mine”,
But the words just dry up,
Making me feel like using mime,
With lady luck always against me,
I fight with her to create my own destiny,
But she always gives me a stern glance,
Which is always used against me as a common parlance,
But this is what my life is now,
Its become like one I have never experience before.
I am so far away from myself,
I want to reach myself,
I want to find myself,
Show myself the mirror to look at himself,
I look through every cupboard of my heart,
Every dusty closet of my memory,
But I can’t find the trace of ME,
I find myself in the dust and filth,
Image of me shattered like pieces of mirror,
My jaw drops down in horror,
But that’s how I am now, Like never before.
I look for places to go,
I look for beaches to relax,
I look for people to meet,
But I realize I am too into and deep,
I don’t know whether I can breath again,
Because swimming in sadness was something very new for me,
Its my fight against myself,
Its my fight with the time,
I realize that everything that I hold on to is not mine and can never be mine.
These are my words,
Never been so cursed,
My words lack the finesse now,
The want to stay down under the sea,
I lie asleep wanting to say goodbye,
And die with lack of breath becomes stronger,
The wish to torture, the wish to put myself into shackles,
Its likes wishes I never had before
I was fighter, not a crook,
I was an animal, not a beast,
It’s the triumph of the evil,
And loss of the good,
I succumb to this pain,
Because without pain there is no gain,
This is my life; it was never like this before
When happiness hugged me,
Seems just moments ago,
When happiness kissed me,
Now, My Life takes a turn,
My life is now how it was never before,
Sadness is my pocket,
Tears in my wallet,
Gloom on my eyes,
Making it hazy for me to see, like never before.
The Shine of “ME” “MYSELF”
Is clouded by the wrath of the world,
It just seems that future never existed for me,
The Smile, I lived with,
Now I can never show,
The zest to live my life is now subdued,
By the zest to go deep down under.
I feel this sea of sadness has filled the shores of my life,
With pain and filth I experience, Like never before,
My words stay deep in my heart,
They never come out even if I tear myself apart,
The box wants to open,
The box wants to break,
But The Key is lost,
Its like everything in my life has gone for a toss.
With the good turning bad,
With people turning their backs,
With dark pushing out the light,
With myself, I cannot fight,
With smiles fading away.
My life just seems to be like one it was never before.
My eyes wanting to see,
Someone who could be called “mine”,
But the words just dry up,
Making me feel like using mime,
With lady luck always against me,
I fight with her to create my own destiny,
But she always gives me a stern glance,
Which is always used against me as a common parlance,
But this is what my life is now,
Its become like one I have never experience before.
I am so far away from myself,
I want to reach myself,
I want to find myself,
Show myself the mirror to look at himself,
I look through every cupboard of my heart,
Every dusty closet of my memory,
But I can’t find the trace of ME,
I find myself in the dust and filth,
Image of me shattered like pieces of mirror,
My jaw drops down in horror,
But that’s how I am now, Like never before.
I look for places to go,
I look for beaches to relax,
I look for people to meet,
But I realize I am too into and deep,
I don’t know whether I can breath again,
Because swimming in sadness was something very new for me,
Its my fight against myself,
Its my fight with the time,
I realize that everything that I hold on to is not mine and can never be mine.
These are my words,
Never been so cursed,
My words lack the finesse now,
The want to stay down under the sea,
I lie asleep wanting to say goodbye,
And die with lack of breath becomes stronger,
The wish to torture, the wish to put myself into shackles,
Its likes wishes I never had before
I was fighter, not a crook,
I was an animal, not a beast,
It’s the triumph of the evil,
And loss of the good,
I succumb to this pain,
Because without pain there is no gain,
This is my life; it was never like this before
GAME CALLED LIFE
There's always something in the way,
There's always something stopping you,
To come back to life,
And to Rejuvenate yourself,
That's the game of life,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
To show you something you should not see,
To make you something you never thought you'd be,
To make you feel like you have never felt before,
But then when you feel you have achieved something,
It gets you down from the stars to the dump,
Its like a game of snake and ladder,
Gets you on top to get you back to the bottom,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Make you dream about places you have never seen before,
Then throws a stone at you to make your fantasies crashing down,
First making you smile and then making you frown,
Go to a Joy-land making you realise that it was the land of nightmares,
A life can be a complicated as a Jigsaw puzzle,
It takes a lifetime to know which pieces fit where,
Because life is Just a plain simple game.
Makes you take the risks and gambles,
Makes you play till you're all out,
Till then this Gamble just continues,
It will never let you see your cards,
It's only on the showdown you realise,
that in this gamble you only get bluffed,
Because that's the way life works,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Its like a roller-coaster ride,
Makes you see this highest highs,
Go through the lowest lows,
Makes you feel sick at the end of the show,
To show the stars in the morning,
to make you feel dazed and confused,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Its a race,
Race of the rat like cars,
Ruled, controlled and dictated by this life,
It gives you a boost out of nowhere,
To only make you stop with a loud screech,
If you still manage to go on then smash you on the sidelines,
When you still carry on and manage to reach the finish line,
It creates another detour to just prolong the torture,
To make you feel that you can't win,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Whether it be a race or a gamble,
A roller-coaster ride or a puzzle,
A game of hide and seek ,
The wish to exit this game cannot sustain,
life's wish to keep you in the game,
Because your entry in this game is your birth,
You can only exit on your death,
Because life will always continue these games.
There's always something stopping you,
To come back to life,
And to Rejuvenate yourself,
That's the game of life,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
To show you something you should not see,
To make you something you never thought you'd be,
To make you feel like you have never felt before,
But then when you feel you have achieved something,
It gets you down from the stars to the dump,
Its like a game of snake and ladder,
Gets you on top to get you back to the bottom,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Make you dream about places you have never seen before,
Then throws a stone at you to make your fantasies crashing down,
First making you smile and then making you frown,
Go to a Joy-land making you realise that it was the land of nightmares,
A life can be a complicated as a Jigsaw puzzle,
It takes a lifetime to know which pieces fit where,
Because life is Just a plain simple game.
Makes you take the risks and gambles,
Makes you play till you're all out,
Till then this Gamble just continues,
It will never let you see your cards,
It's only on the showdown you realise,
that in this gamble you only get bluffed,
Because that's the way life works,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Its like a roller-coaster ride,
Makes you see this highest highs,
Go through the lowest lows,
Makes you feel sick at the end of the show,
To show the stars in the morning,
to make you feel dazed and confused,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Its a race,
Race of the rat like cars,
Ruled, controlled and dictated by this life,
It gives you a boost out of nowhere,
To only make you stop with a loud screech,
If you still manage to go on then smash you on the sidelines,
When you still carry on and manage to reach the finish line,
It creates another detour to just prolong the torture,
To make you feel that you can't win,
Because Life is just a plain simple game.
Whether it be a race or a gamble,
A roller-coaster ride or a puzzle,
A game of hide and seek ,
The wish to exit this game cannot sustain,
life's wish to keep you in the game,
Because your entry in this game is your birth,
You can only exit on your death,
Because life will always continue these games.
UNTITLED - Poem with a bad side
I started off in a lonely street,
I lived in a broken home,
I live my life all alone,
I had no light in my life,
But i never complained,
About the regrets of living a half life,
A cursed life.
My birth marked the start of misery,
My birth turned all the lights off of the world,
The trees died in their own roots,
The birds abandoned their homes,
The day turned into night,
But still i did not complain.
My adolescence was like a scar,
It would heal but not go away,
a robber of everyone's happiness,
A destructive force for their perfect lives,
Cause for everyone's distress,
An obstacle for everyone's solace,
Now i did complain,
About my unmarked existence.
A strength for no one,
A weakness of enormous magnitude,
A pain for everyone,
Unwanted by everyone,
Standing all alone on an island everyday,
This had become a part of me,
I started complaining more to god,
About the usefulness of my existence.
The mirror shows me an ugly replica of mine,
Gets shattered into pieces because of the ugliness,
I haven't seen a mirror in years,
I though i could fly away,
But i was born with broken wings,
I thought I could cry,
But i was born without any eyes,
I thought I could run away,
But i was born crippled and handicapped.
My existence would not matter,
Whether living or dead,
Cause in spite of changing myself,
At the end of the day, I still stood alone,
People came in my life and went out,
As if i were a mere guest house,
And not remember the pleasant stay in there,
I complain more to God,
To sometimes give me a shoulder to cry on.
I am stretching myself in all directions,
To gather the broken pieces of mine,
Convincing people to come and live in the old lonely street again,
and make it more cozy and liveable,
I am trying to repair my broken home again,
I am planting seeds for trees to grown again,
I just hope the trees grow faster,
Cause the birds shall follow when the trees do grow,
But all this is in vain.
I cannot make it to reach the HAPPY ENDING,
I am termed as a nightmare, a disaster, a loser, a kid,
For all the things i did,
Whether good or bad,
Thought it was for my close ones,
They were termed to be selfish,
I cannot complain anymore,
Because I am left with nothing.
I realise i cannot be perfect,
I cannot change the things I am destined to live with,
But i do not belong to this lonely street,
I do not deserve a broken home,
I do not deserve a deserted self,
So i start my journey,
In search of a place where i belong.
MAY BE THAT WILL BE MY HOME.
I lived in a broken home,
I live my life all alone,
I had no light in my life,
But i never complained,
About the regrets of living a half life,
A cursed life.
My birth marked the start of misery,
My birth turned all the lights off of the world,
The trees died in their own roots,
The birds abandoned their homes,
The day turned into night,
But still i did not complain.
My adolescence was like a scar,
It would heal but not go away,
a robber of everyone's happiness,
A destructive force for their perfect lives,
Cause for everyone's distress,
An obstacle for everyone's solace,
Now i did complain,
About my unmarked existence.
A strength for no one,
A weakness of enormous magnitude,
A pain for everyone,
Unwanted by everyone,
Standing all alone on an island everyday,
This had become a part of me,
I started complaining more to god,
About the usefulness of my existence.
The mirror shows me an ugly replica of mine,
Gets shattered into pieces because of the ugliness,
I haven't seen a mirror in years,
I though i could fly away,
But i was born with broken wings,
I thought I could cry,
But i was born without any eyes,
I thought I could run away,
But i was born crippled and handicapped.
My existence would not matter,
Whether living or dead,
Cause in spite of changing myself,
At the end of the day, I still stood alone,
People came in my life and went out,
As if i were a mere guest house,
And not remember the pleasant stay in there,
I complain more to God,
To sometimes give me a shoulder to cry on.
I am stretching myself in all directions,
To gather the broken pieces of mine,
Convincing people to come and live in the old lonely street again,
and make it more cozy and liveable,
I am trying to repair my broken home again,
I am planting seeds for trees to grown again,
I just hope the trees grow faster,
Cause the birds shall follow when the trees do grow,
But all this is in vain.
I cannot make it to reach the HAPPY ENDING,
I am termed as a nightmare, a disaster, a loser, a kid,
For all the things i did,
Whether good or bad,
Thought it was for my close ones,
They were termed to be selfish,
I cannot complain anymore,
Because I am left with nothing.
I realise i cannot be perfect,
I cannot change the things I am destined to live with,
But i do not belong to this lonely street,
I do not deserve a broken home,
I do not deserve a deserted self,
So i start my journey,
In search of a place where i belong.
MAY BE THAT WILL BE MY HOME.
The Beauty of Life
Life is a journey,
a journey full of tales,
Good Bad, Pretty or Ugly,
Everyone has a tale to tell,
Tales come from one to many,
But our tales never go out,
Buried inside us,
Like a tree firmly rooted in the ground,
Which no wind of time can uproot,
But that is our strength,
This is the beauty of life.
Life is a struggle,
From out inception till our end,
Struggle to be the best,
Struggle to give justice to our zest,
Struggle to fly like a hawk in the sky,
Struggle to be known like a star,
Struggle to settle to the place you feel home,
Struggle to belong with someone whom you can call your own,
Struggle to feel free.
But this struggle is our endless fuel to run through our lives.
Life is and always be an experience,
Experiences may be good or bad,
Life always shows us an ugly truth,
For a beautiful picture called future,
Life is like a teacher above ‘em all,
Life can never bad to us,
It’s always us, who call it so,
Life will always be a teacher,
With its beautiful teachings for us to be strong,
We all have a part to play, parts to perform,
On the grand platform,
We all have a price to pay,
For all the pleasures to reap,
Because nothing in this life comes for free,
We will all rise to the skies,
Not be part of the mass,
But to shine as a sun for the person who we all are,
To provide light in the dark,
To be the hope for the weak.
LIFE IS OUR TEACHER AND WE ARE THE LIGHTS
Life always says only one thing “NEVER SAY DIE”
You’re the best with the many flaws that you have,
Never lose yourself to be someone else,
Because life always has the best stories written for all,
With a happy ending for one and all,
Life is good, Life is great,
Life is unbelievable,
Life is hard, so cruel, but still so beautiful,
Life every moment of this life with a thrill,
Always smile and welcome what life gives to you,
Because it’s a hard task for now,
But for a glorious future,
Life is like a beautiful flower blossoming,
Its fragrance never dies,
And the flower only dies when we do,
SO LIVE LIFE DREAM ON and ACCOMPLISH YOUR DESIRES.
a journey full of tales,
Good Bad, Pretty or Ugly,
Everyone has a tale to tell,
Tales come from one to many,
But our tales never go out,
Buried inside us,
Like a tree firmly rooted in the ground,
Which no wind of time can uproot,
But that is our strength,
This is the beauty of life.
Life is a struggle,
From out inception till our end,
Struggle to be the best,
Struggle to give justice to our zest,
Struggle to fly like a hawk in the sky,
Struggle to be known like a star,
Struggle to settle to the place you feel home,
Struggle to belong with someone whom you can call your own,
Struggle to feel free.
But this struggle is our endless fuel to run through our lives.
Life is and always be an experience,
Experiences may be good or bad,
Life always shows us an ugly truth,
For a beautiful picture called future,
Life is like a teacher above ‘em all,
Life can never bad to us,
It’s always us, who call it so,
Life will always be a teacher,
With its beautiful teachings for us to be strong,
We all have a part to play, parts to perform,
On the grand platform,
We all have a price to pay,
For all the pleasures to reap,
Because nothing in this life comes for free,
We will all rise to the skies,
Not be part of the mass,
But to shine as a sun for the person who we all are,
To provide light in the dark,
To be the hope for the weak.
LIFE IS OUR TEACHER AND WE ARE THE LIGHTS
Life always says only one thing “NEVER SAY DIE”
You’re the best with the many flaws that you have,
Never lose yourself to be someone else,
Because life always has the best stories written for all,
With a happy ending for one and all,
Life is good, Life is great,
Life is unbelievable,
Life is hard, so cruel, but still so beautiful,
Life every moment of this life with a thrill,
Always smile and welcome what life gives to you,
Because it’s a hard task for now,
But for a glorious future,
Life is like a beautiful flower blossoming,
Its fragrance never dies,
And the flower only dies when we do,
SO LIVE LIFE DREAM ON and ACCOMPLISH YOUR DESIRES.
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