The wasted past

The grand old days I loved
Singing through the emotions
Expectations when high
Living like a time
Passing on with every tick
Beating heart singing rhyme
But behind a wall there was brick
Bricks of ruined life
Only illusions of life
Nowhere to be seen

The singing heart

The times I see her face
I  have missed her smile
Longing for love
In need her
Infatuation or desires
Everything crept in my mind
 Time changes so do life
With so much of occupied mind
Love or life
Stuck in between to decide
Why is it so love always hurts
Or its just the beautiful virtues
Which makes a man pay
Pay for his deeds he never liked
Memories are sharp
It keeps on coming
Letting you know in life
how much you have choice ?

Father and child

Let me tell you a story there was a boy who was always smiling and he love to play .he always want to do painting because his father use to paint when he was a chil .when his fathers de a big statue he also made a wonderful statue .His father use to bring him lots and lots of books and Magazines and he never read but he use to tore the pages of magazines and use to make paper planes . when his father saw he collected all the paper planes he flown and collecte it an aim gave it to his child and told books are not meant to make planes it is to study . From that day he got interested in reading books an collecting it more . He was always a playful boy .when he grew up he started reading comics and he use to read a lot and lots of comics. He was groomed to believe that books are ultimate things to use and to be around .this was taught to him . He always did what his father did .he learnt many things from his father .

The time I am

For a broken heart

The crushed dreams 

I see myself standing

The time which is passing

The time I wished to spend 

Everything is going 

Slipping through my hand 

Sometimes when I see it

My time her time 

Everything is facing a hardship

I am there to open my arms

To embrace her love

But things go wrong 

I am all sad

All sadness around my love

How could I embrace her

Embracing my life 

Was the important thing I earner

My wisdom of world is futile

All I am here is sitting in dark 

Dark are the forest that I see

Darkness is the thing I all see

I see her sadden eyes 

Draped in attires I wish 

I could buy 

 

It's been a while

Do you really believe in love ? Do you really believe that everything will be fine? Do you think that every time you want something you didn't get it? Yes life has given many  things and it take more from you .Its  like we don't accept the reality. What ever is shown on TV whatever you see in entertainment whatever you see the need of technology the urge to buy a new smartphone the urge to have excitement in life  the urge to do something different . But do you live in reality I can see many posts on Facebook there are million tweets on Internet people will cool thinking people with cool names people with twisted thoughts  . I read people thinking I read their  frustration . I know what it's been like to live in India I sound very strange that what I  am talking about we are young India is young the people of 80s are finding it difficult to accept what is happening everything is mixing up . The values which were taught earlier and the values which we see are totally different thing.Openess and new way of living  it is making me difficult to adjust  althoughsome people are adaptable. I am finding this society boring no new challenge no new excitement just societal  modernisation and much more rebirt of women rules and engagements .

Natures wonder

I traveled across seas
I roam through the jungles
What I see sweat behind
All the rumbles
There is no limit of nature
Nature is indeed a paradise
We dig holes through it
Tasting its wonders
I roam through the seas
Setting myself free
I walk through the mountains
But everything I do
I search the values
Why I do and what I do
The moment I question
I question about its existence
Why it is beautiful why it is like ?
I question about it
I question
Myself about my existence
I question about the existence of GOD

No love

The time has changed
Priorities do
I wish I could have never loved you
Even if I don't live you
I still can't live without you
What is this dilemma
I am into is it a guilt feeling
Sinking me into
I wish I could have never loved you
Spoiling each others life
Dragging my self interest into