Money...

I, neither had stopped nor I will,

Second-by-second, was molding against my will,

Million of reasons were staying behind,

Barking, hauling and tearing behind,

Was holding responsibilities on my lil’ shoulders,

But, moment-by-moment was getting colder,

Was dead, silent, running without a tear,

But, still was happy for those responsibilities that I bear,

I, neither had stopped nor I will,

Minute-by-minute, was molding against my will…

Shading tears in the colder night,

Looking for someone that would hold me tight,

Why money become the reason to live around,

Why paychecks become the reason to sound,

I, neither was a loser nor I will,

But, year-by-year, was molding against my will…

Fate...

I was standing behind temple’s gate,

Was surprisingly looking at my fate,

It was bitter and bad,

But for me, destiny something had,

Was feeling like a lost child,

My world was running wild,

I bend down on knees to hold the surface,

Muddy floor resembled like my face,

World was shaken, crumbled and drastically changed,

Was lost n’ weak, feeling would get faint,

I, somehow reached at your door,

Instead of saving me, you were smiling sitting on floor,

I, bend down on knees, closed my eyes,

Was lost in thoughts, feeling like fireflies,

Eyes closed, hands were praying,

World was silent, nothing were saying,

Everything was looking bitter n’ bad,

But, destiny something had,

Was surprisingly looking at my fate,

I was standing behind temple’s gate…

Change is certain…

Change is admirable, but change is certain,

Things come and go, only few relations maintain,

People come and go, and so the emotions,

Few stuck in life, few out of devotion,

Life is admirning, experiencing at every bit,

List of million words are popping out of my mind’s kit,

Things are turning and so am I,

Looking everything like I have numerous eyes,

People come and go like everyday emotions,

Few stuck in life, few far out of devotion,

Things come and go, few relations maintain,

Change is admirable, but yeah! It’s certain…

Morning mystery…

Morning mystery, saga of dreams,

Foggy, fussy with a streak of gleam,

I’m walking along in the golden moment,

That’s hazy, foggy, but fresh breezing moment,

Million of words, thousand of sorrow,

Sun has risen up, in the search of tomorrow,

Past blurred like black n’ shady,

Some words faded, some sharp like green-field of paddy,

I, found a new aura, living the aroma,

Like an oldman jogging from black to colored chroma,

I’m not a poet, but my love for words are beyond description,

That’s why I’m looking for a new life’s subscription,

I’m walking along in the golden moment,

That’s hazy, foggy, but fresh breezing moment,

Morning is foggy, fussy, with a streak of gleam,

But mystery continues, like saga of dreams…

Misty morning…

Misty morning, foggy dreams,

Splendid with million words, like milk full of cream,

Blanket was black, but the mist was white,

Bodies were shivering on another height,

I, walking alone on the empty road,

I was freeze n’ froze like a chilled pond’s toad,

I, stopped for a moment to look around,

Was amazed by a familiar sound,

There was a child, shivering in an old blanket,

Was full of splendid dreams, but lost in his thought kit,

He was suffering but smiling along,

Sharing his blanket with a snowy white dog,

I, stopped for a moment, was invisible in the mist,

Watching the kid’s face, that was full of gist,

I, gathered some courage, to reach around,

He dropped his blanket with ‘hey! Come’ sound,

Was playing with his dog, without more clothes,

And here, I was wearing a heavy over-coat,

Little guilt, sorrow n’ thoughts,

Stopped my steps in lost thoughts,

Why, there’s a line of poor n’ rich,

Can’t they raised it up, to get equally enrich,

I, put the coat there, felt a strange joy,

The boy was enjoying with his dog like a warm toy,

I, put the coat not ‘cause he was poor,

I did it ‘cause I felt too poor,

I, sobbed in pity, watched that smiling around,

Steadily step back, was lost in the town,

The morning was visionary, misty as a dream,

Splendid with million of words, that were full of cream…

Face is shining…

Mist is clear from the fog of dream,

Face is shining like a gleam,

Sorrow wiped like the shady shadow,

I’m walking along like a fading shadow,

A woman passing, wearing fur, in colored cream,

Mist is clear from the fog of dream…

Plenty of smiling faces, no sharp shadows,

Sun hinding behind clouds, like a shining meadow,

A roadside cute-girl selling flowers,

No one is buying so far,

But indeed, she was smiling ‘cause her basket will empty at last,

Mist is clear from the fog of dream,

Faces are shining like a gleam…

On a Tuesday...

Busy day, on a Tuesday,

Everyone walking, for a busy day,

I’m walking along, but lost in my thought,

Honking traffic, juggling like I fought,

Muddy pavement, lonely padestrain,

Glooming foggy sun, traffic controller is in strain,

I’m walking along, but lost in my thoughts,

Honking heavy traffic, juggling like I fought,

Passing oak trees, falling leafs,

Misty morning but some faces full of grief,

Taxies honking, honking cars,

A chained dog barking with a bleeding scar,

Blurring face, fading emotions,

A mother smiling to her son with full of devotion,

I’m walking along, but lost in my thoughts,

Honking busy day, feeling like I fought,

People are walking, for a busy day,

I, found a meaningful Tuesday…

A bus ride...

Shattered thoughts, flickering roadside shadows,

Sitting in a bus, looking outside of the window,

Blurring faces, blurring thoughts,

An oldman’s face, full of thought-shot,

Struggling for some words, chit-chatting neighbors,

I, arched some words, heavy like anchor of harbor,

A rusty bottle, half of water,

Some drops flickered, out of the walking potter,

Some empty roads, empty passing bay,

Few bus stops passed, sunshining hay,

Some thoughts flickered, some faded in mind,

Few engraved on paper, feeling so kind,

An old tune, driver pressed horn,

Mixing the tune, like old DJ Tom,

An old stop crossed, looking outside for my halt,

Winding some words, feeling jolt,

It was a simple morning and so the simple ride,

But, what made me excited came out as a beautiful ride,

Ten-rupee ticket, million of memories,

Fading but cherish memories,

Feeling little sweaty, little hot,

Finally landed on a beautiful spot,

Winding up words, some beautiful thoughts,

Fading roadside shadows, shattering thoughts…

Empty street...

I’m walking down a road, on an empty street,

Lost in thoughts, turn on an unknown street,

Street was empty, dark, full of dirt,

Leading the path to the unknown outskirts,

I was alone, start feeling like a lost child,

It would good for matures, but not so mild,

Broken billboards, hanging on street lamps,

But, there was a fresh breeze, reminding me of a champ,

It wasn’t an old street, reminding me as a fresh breeze,

I was walking along but feeling out of creed,

I was there for ages, ages before,

Street was silent, but wasn’t empty therefore,

Something was holding, my breathing attention,

So, I turned back, for changing direction,

Street was empty, dark and dull,

Stuck with crushed leafs and hull,

I gathered some memories, step back to my lane,

Thought mixed in blood, passing through my vein,

I was lost in thought, turn on an unknown street,

I was walking down a road, on an empty street…

I’m helplessly running in wild…

I’m helplessly running in wild,

I’m breathlessly feeling like a lost child,

I know I’m out of feel, lost from every emotion,

But why everything, coming with little devotion,

I’m sick, tired of my own,

Never found anyone that would take me as I won,

I’m tired, sick of bloody emotions,

Loosing every faith, running out of devotion,

I feel like a cursed, threw out of the hell,

Lost in the world’s jungle, looking for heaven of bell,

I want to be sound, not deaf or dumb,

I want to be feel like, raised thumb,

But I’m lost, out of my words,

I’m standing alone, feeling like a nerd,

Neither one will come nor it will,

‘cause it’s a life, that’s beyond that hill,

I’m chasing time for happiness like a dime,

But through out the journey, it felt like a crime,

I know I’m out of feel, lost from every emotion,

But why everything, coming with little devotion,

I’m helplessly running in wild,

I’m breathlessly feeling like a lost child…

Sun is cosy and warm...

Sun is cosy and warm,
Blessing some love that creating charm,
I'm falling for the reason, of the life,
Finding it as a beautiful wife,
Wisdom of words, unspoken dreams,
Every word is looking like cream,
A thought of warmth, popping in my mind,
Seeing an old woman's face, that's so kind,
Warmth is cosy, I'm hanging on the roof,
Feeling so lazy, out of my troop,
Winding words, trail of time,
A paper and pen, but thought of dime,
I, eased myself for some bread n' butter,
Finding every word like creed of utter,
I know I'm dead, tired, lost in thoughts,
But, still want to pen down some flickering thoughts,
Found my face bright and warm,
'Cause sun burning sins that were holding inner storm,
Sun is cosy, easy and warm,
Blessing golden rays that making charm...