ITS SO MEAN

They say,

they too have their own
friends and life...

they too are busy
with so many things....

they may forget
to contact you sometimes...

they cant share everything
with you first...

not because
they don't care,
but simply because
they don't have time...

And,
When you do
all these in return,

suddenly it becomes
the biggest fault in the world.......!

why world is so mean??????????

COMPARISON

Can you bargain with a friend
To get more love???


Can you compare 
Your love on scales???


Can you make graphs 
showing the percentage of place
you get in a friend's mind???


I know the answer is no....!!!!!


But then 


"Why the hell it hurts.........!!!!"

HOW A LIE TURNS TO TRUTH...

I lied...
So hard I tried,
So well I planned,
And made them think that
Am so true...


I lied...
In some nights,
In some days,
And it went along,
For long, than I thought...


I lied...
And I was sure,
That I am lying...


I lied...
But at some point,
Lie turned to truth...


I lied...
To take a revenge..
To hurt back someone,
The way they hurt me...


I lied....
so hard and planned,
For the first time this way,
But the lie was the truth...


I lied....
But for the last time,
And I will never start a play,
just to stop without 
full stop....!

TOYS...

I know myself than anyone else,
 I thought...
But there are people who
Know about me more...


They play with my mind and
Make me sad for long...
And they just walk away,
By waving and laughing at me...


My mind is like a toy,
Which is spoiled by a small child...
Only because he or she
Loves it so much....


I feel irritated and 
Hurt myself so much,
Just because one thing
That the feelings 
May hurt them as well.... 


By the passage of time
I understood that,
They are just like the child who
Loves and plays with the toy....
But throw it away,
When they get bored.........!

TRIANGLES

Midnight was dreamy,
With a cold wind,
And stars....
I was on the terrace,
Making pictures,
Joining stars...


After drawing in mind a lot, 
I noticed three stars---
' The one star which 
  Remains away
  Resembled me a 
  Lot of things'---


I hate triangles
Although i love 
The forms i make...!


There is a bond between,
The three points 
In a triangle.
But the bond tends to weaken
With the growing distance....


And almost in all cases
One point is more away....
And i used to be
That one....!

A JOURNEY


I took a bus to home...
   It was late in the night,
   No one were with me,
   No family, no friends..


I sat on the window seat,
   Looking straight into darkness,
   A spark or thought came to me,
   Lets go for the last stop of the bus...


The thought started to grow intense...

   I couldn't decide 

   whether to go for it,

   I had no money to return back

   And didn't know about the place...

  

 To live in a place, 

   Where no one know me,

   That thought was enough 

    To attract me more...

At last the bus stopped
    Near by my home,
   And as you know
    I stepped down.........!!!

TEXTING.

He is addicted to texting...
May be he wont agree,
But i know he is addicted.

He wont let the mobile
To slip from his hand..
Neither keep it in pocket..
Nor to let others to look in...

There are days,
When he forgot his mobile in home
And i see the restlessness
allover....
He cant stay calm,
He searches his pockets,
Then suddenly remembers that he forgot....

When the mobile blinks and
Produces beep sounds
We can see the light in his eyes
As if he were a man who
Got chance to eat after one year fasting...

Even though his close friends
Sit next to him,
He never listens completely...
When they share some jokes,
He smiles or laughs...
But I'm sure
His eyes are blank...
As if he didn't get even a word
Out of it....

As i already told you,
He is addicted to texting.....!

WHY SHE STOPPED WRITING.....!

I Knew a girl who
        wrote whatever she wanted..
The one who had no boundaries between
       her pen and mind....
when thoughts flew to the limits of sky,
       pen got the speed of wind...
her dream valleys were filled with   
       flowers
and the hills with the fog....




she wrote whatever she want
         as if
she can feel the feelings of
         others as well....


there were grief in the world,
       so much of loneliness,
       so much of pain
and 
       friends,love and happiness too...
the words were intense and 
       got the sharpness of a knife....


a sudden lightening
       or a spark or something,
       was not the reason why
       she just stopped writing....


Once when she looked back,
      after travelling a lot
      through her writings,
she just happened to realize,,,,
      her words are not enough 
      to make a change in the world...!

"she put her pen down then!!!!"