I like talking to the moon She listens to me Like no one else does, Always giving courage, Saying there is a light somewhere In every darkness…
DeathThe word itself givesShivers and chills down the spineOf the strong,And the weakWill surely faint.People think thatSaying the word itselfIs a sheer crimeAnd they are too scaredTo even think about it.But they never acceptThe fact thatDeath is inevitable,No one is immortal,Nobody will live forever,It’s a part ofThe cycle of life.People need toEmbrace death,Else they willNeverContinue reading “Death”
We live in thisFake worldWhere humanity isOn paperAnd kindnessIn thoughts.Everybody isCruel and selfishAnd they pullOthers down.They speak wordsFull of sweetnessBut they stab usBehind our backs.We live in thisFake worldWhere trust isA mere wordAnd emotion isA game to be played.
I AM DESTROYED, TORTURED, BROKEN, SENT INTO OBLIVION, BY VERY THOSE FOR WHOM I WOULD’VE DESTROYED THE WORLD.
It’s a funny thingHow my mind runs roughshodOver a variety of emotions Some days I want to scream‘KILL ME’In front of the whole world Some days I just wantTo put a bullet through my headTo end all of my agony Some days I just want to sit quietlyLocking myself in a roomIsolating myself from theContinue reading “Emotions”
School daysAre the golden periodIn a child’s lifeWhich he/she remembers for whole life. From the prayer in the morningTo skipping the line ‘All Indians are my brothers and sister’ in the pledgeTo singing ‘Good Morning’ to the teacherThe days were full of innocence. From imitating the teachers behind their backsTo singing songs sitting at theContinue reading “School Days”
Freedom is nothing but the detachment from people, from things, and from the world…
Duniya mein hazaro log milte haiKisi se pyaar hota hai,Kisi se nafrat, ya kisi se dushmaniPar chai si mohabbat kisi se nahi…
Sleepless nightsYou read it rightMillion things on my mindAnd the world is also not so kind Silent nightIt’s a silent fightWith really nothing to gainOther than a lot of pain Sleepless nightsIs in for its rightMind you it will be a tough fightAnd there will be some need of might There’s a lot of dreamsContinue reading “Sleepless Nights”
Sitting on the banks of the river,An early riser,Just like the sunShowing its face to the world.Leaves rustling, light breeze blowing,Birds chirping in the treesAnd a few can be seen in the skyA little orange, a little blueCreating a scene so beautifulFeels like heaven’s on earth.