Life is just a memory, Life is such a history,

Whatever you want from it, life is just a mystery,

Design the faces in arbitrary, blur the spirit in armoury,

We move on abruptly, without expressing solidarity,

Minutes before the sunrise again it shows the reality,

It loops the time in its brutality and leave you with the curiosity,

Everyday is just the mortality, nothing but the pain and agony,

I asked you what do you want from the broken stroke of serenity,

Nothing left in this world, there is none cheerful serendipity,

Listening to the silence, heard no vibe of sanity,

Voices in my head, becoming new sound of virtuality,

Vision through my eyes is not more than a fictional symphony,

Then why do we live, life always tell the same story,

Even though the storms you survived, they entomb you under six feet dark and gloomy,

Broken souls have a different virtue of gravity,

Life doesn’t know this, its stubborn and after materialistic glory,

New endings of a chapter started, with tacit agreement of haunting,

Crowling towards the time, where you waiting impatiently frowning,

Desires and wishes are crowning from the heart a volcano erupting,

Seductive winds blowing , drawing attention towards the rampage slowly,

Prophecy is not over dear, it comes in a thousand waves bursting,

Can’t be over with life either, it shows its charm in here and after whether you close your eyes or loose mind completely!



Dream (deep words)


When we dream the dream

When we move through stream

Like a crazy theme

And those children stage

Then we old so soon

And the time passes

But we can’t stop to dream

So where the starting lead

Till the ending gone

And we all move on

But we can’t forget to dream

Some are so lucky

Some are so unlucky

But we would do

What the world teach us

That’s the tragedy

What’s the remedy?

But we can’t be free

Our wings tide up

So we losing faith

So we turn our backs

And we loosing shades

For what we dream to be

And starts we dreaming again

And starts we live again

But won’t have that wings

To fly above the sea

And that limit comes

Won’t have that time to thrice

And then do what we do

And here is my time thus comes…


The Time


We are just the crazy moment of life,

Time is divided into many many miles,

We move on with time but the memories reside,

With the moon rise, when the sun hides,

It all starts with the seed grows inside,

A new born baby comes into our life,

They fall from heaven and changes our lives,

And make the memories of our lifetimes,

Every day passes with time, they will grow on,

But we didn’t know how fast the wind blows,

Life is just a myth from dusk till dawn,

And all of a sudden in the end, it will all gone,

Everything resides in our memories for so long,

And we changes with time and new stories will bring on,

We move on with time but time didn’t same as it was,

Alas! We ignore every day but every day counts to build home,

How fast time flies, they say since we born,

It’s like we lives our life in some days unfold,

Life is just a story of many memories withhold,

But we never live in present as long as we want,

We soon become grownups and forget what we want,

And relationships become deeper and soon they will be much more,

Time has the power to unravel our every move,

And solve every problems when we will be moving on,

Time moves forward and save ourselves in past,

We wanted to go back but couldn’t pause the time,

Season changes but we remain same,

Leaves can grow back again but never be as same,

Oh dear! We can live some more days,

But in the end we have to go back from where we came,

Now what, what had to remain,

In the end we realize only the moment goes since we came,

Time passes so fast can’t even grab a shade,

And now after all pass my life, I see myself a boy again,

Sun rises, sun shines, but in the end sun hides,

And leave the sky alone in the ashes of twilight.