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

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!!!!"

To my friend...

             To my friend...


at last,
           I over came the scheduled
                             life style,
          which was full of agony 
                             and depression,
          It looks like a nightmare 
          That was killing me in
                            every seconds....


          I never did think about 
                    the vanished memories
                    till then....
          I never did understand
                   the value of friendship
                   till then....


          It was like a miracle that,
               a friend came into 
                                my life,
         Who had thoughts similar 
                to mine in every aspects....


          But,
              I didn't cared a lot and
               never became a
                  good friend at all...


            Like the stars fall 
                                 and
           Black holes remain,
                 You died ,
                        but
             Memories remain....


            They were pulling me,
                  into the depth of darkness,
             and I understood,
              I never understood you......


          It was a few days back
                    i realized,
                life has to go on.......


         But it made a change
                       to my life,
             that,
           I will never ignore someone
                      who cares me...
               and i know 
                 i can forget you never,
           miss you
                   till the end...!    

LONELY

LONELY

I have a lot to tell you...

about the depth of 

              loneliness....

about the days which passes by,

         not being cared and 

         not being needed

It was like 

      you feel desperate 

                     and

     calling and asking 

            everyone for help....

At the midnight 

           you were awake

messaging to find out

anyone out of sleep...

If you find some one 

  they were contented with love,

there was no need for

                  "you" there...

You were like the

        only human,

in the world,

 no one knows if you die 

at this moment...

You needed a touch,

 which is warm 

          and soothing.

but you can only feel

    the cold breeze,

through the window...

Night is so cold as 

   what loneliness always is.

It is just the darkness 

which makes you think more.

There are some depths,

which where 

banned from crossing...

If you once cross,

 you can never get rid of it...

You feel addicted and 

  admire the depths more,

only to find that

  you are alone in this place...

Some thing is moving,

      just a shade or

                      an object.

But you feel like screaming...

That is what it 

              all about.

 

MY LIFE- MY DRAMA

 MY LIFE- MY DRAMA

its too late to argue...
            too late to repent.
its over midnight and
             i'm so tired of thinking.


life has no stops to wait for,
            and people passes near by me...


i'm standing still,
           pretending that
there is some one coming for me...


i know there is no one,
as everyone is so lonely,
              that there is no need for waiting...


but, the thought, that 
i'm waiting
give me some pleasure,
because it gives a meaning 
to my life,
even though it is a waste.....


hoping, pretending and acting
    like what i'm not
i'm tired of being
            what i'm not......! 

Roots of Pain

ROOTS OF PAIN

it kills....

like some poison injected to my veins

i never knew ,,,,,

it was always there

like some virus

it was dormant,

waiting for the right time

to strike as hard as it can...........

it is by the pain now,

i"m suffering a lot

Not by the people,

not by the words

it is just the pain

sleeping deep in my heart

it is hurting deep

in the throat

blocking all my words,

Deep in the brain that

pull me deep into sleep.

not getting comfort,

it hurts me in dreams,

when i wake up

i feel my eyes wet...

like memories fading

i can see the fading laughs

there is darkness,

through which the pain

gets brighter

with the strong roots

pain deepens more and more..

no tears but no laughs

I'm here ,

as lonely as always.......................