Life


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!

AM.

Dancing in the Moonlight

May be I don’t know, maybe I get old,

Decisions were made when we stop to draw,

Life is like a pieces of broken tear of hope,

Sometimes you full of joy, sometimes you get so low,

Nothing really matters when the bud started to grow,

The wind tries him to blow, the sun tries him to glow,

He faces every season no matter how dark and so cold,

He fears the pain so hoe, sometimes he looks with Moe,

The feelings were so real, he waited the rain to fall,

He looked him in the tear, he smiled with falling drop,

He tries to get some cheer in the bleakly night of wrong,

The water gets so high, the mud started to slide,

He looked in every story to save him from that pine,

He grooming like a dime, inside of lonely mind,

The heart started to blind in the lights of gazing eyes,

The future in the shadows coming from blur to life,

Entering slowly into time, the time which hides the treasure of good laughs and sorrows reside,

We don’t know how to find, we don’t know how to bribe,

Just wait for the happy ending to find us so suffice,

The new year will arrive, the waves will break the tide,

The vows will again get better and exchange in the light of shrine,

The hope of getting stronger in the heart will again rise,

Never loose the rope of broken splices of hope,

Which leads you to the bigger and wiser end of the knot,

We find hope from the ashes and save it in twilight,

Dancing in the moonlight and spread love that all we have,

We come to see the fate from which all of it left,

We wish to get the offerings, what decisions were already made,

Happy new year and happy new life, old days will never forget.

AM

 

 

 

Dream (deep words)

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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…

AM