Alone

When dreams shattered
In a single blow
In dismay I watched
Them all go

That distant storm
Felt like my own
With constant fear
Life I adorned

Mine that seemed
Those didnt last
Words failed me
Now and again
Pain numbed
I stood alone…

Somebody, Teach me paint!!

Many a times
It happened to me
That I look at life
As a clean sheet

Then I see myself
drawing thin lines,
the bolder ones as well.
there are curves, there are peaks
there are spaces
untouched with time,
even now as I see

There are colors
The reds of cheeks
The blues of tragedies
much darker hues
Were there too
I wondered how
I have no cue

Besides them,
Were few.
Those names
I never knew…

Then I pause
For a little while,
tired but,
I look at my work
confused I stare!

Sometimes it’s a beauty
Many times I pity
Nevertheless I conclude
A work of Art
O' well, My life is!!!

Many a times
It happened to me
That I look at life
that clean sheet
Does this happen to all??
Or, Is it just this insane me??

"Hope in despair."

Through strength and courage
I dream to fly
my wings broken
I am tired of another try
but the thought never dies

From misery they say
comes light
I have seen it all now
but the light..
where is god?
the justice long awaited?

Is this the truth
the darkness I know
or is this a prelude
to even more now
tell me O' god
if you are for real
why i deserved
to be here, in this cage,
this world of yours
is a sinful place

If this is where
I ought to die
then I'd rather say
life wasnt
worth this try

I know all this
And still try
my wings broken
I am tired of another try
but the dream of
freedom keeps me alive

Break away

Breakaway … Free...,
Stretch your wings
Look at those horizons far to reach
So what if you are no-one?
So what if you are standing alone?

Breakaway…. Free….
From those that bound you
from your dreams….

Let go free…
Those feelings, those fears
Let go free….
Those tiny tears,
& Nevertheless
those greeds that were dear

So what if it will hurt
To breathe?
So, what if it’s a battle
Everyday might seem?

When you brave your heart
to the toughest winds…..
You know that it is worth
An every bit…
cause when you are done
you have achieved
your gift for life
your freedom ..
yourself…

The same Ol' Question

Have you ever come across
A question ever,
Which goes like,
Do you know what
God is, that mighty power?
Whom you see not ever
Neither touch or by means anyother
That is an answer
I got never…….
However,
A bigger quest for me
I uncover,
What are “ you”??
And
What am “I”??
My brother….
That you touch
That you see
And still when you feel
There is more to me
So is more to you,
with time we discover