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So what have i been doing till now,
roaming in streets, smoking & killing time anyhow.

The most usual notion of everyone who confronts me,
making mockery of my attempts and dreams.

I cant imagine how can they sleep with fake sleep,
limiting their own dreams to just inside sleep.

Only the pals look at the better half of bad time,
offering me a hand to come out of my gold mine.

I will dig this pit till it really becomes a mine,
the time is bad, can be worse and could also be fine.


Questions are always ready to slap my face,
am i suitable, eligible or a just a waste.


How funny is it that i boast of doing impossible,
& i just cant satisfy those curious & criticals.

Not a single statement cant to the justice,
to those who only wait for a failure.

In a bigger picture i see world cheering the achiever,
thats normal but forget, once they started off as a dreamer.

From my perspective, i am not different than achievers,
only thing which separates us is nothing but success.

This funny world is ready to kiss their socks,
and there is only ignorance for even my soft cheeks.

I never wanted to see people praising my own sky,
but i just want to see myself living my own desires.

Crowd even dont respect our sincere efforts,
not perfectly but at least we dared to scratch the path.

Thats always, how the world reacts to you & me,
so why am i told to care about its view,

Why should i stop to pursue my own desires,
those which i designed in my magical sleeps.

Why am i told to limits dream upto just a dream,
for me its not just an entertainment during sleep.

i often laugh on their silly reasons to kill aspirations,
and its strange how one can escape those temptations.


Nothing i care about and want except my pals,
those who only gives support & faithfull opinion.

So, to sleep perfectly on last day of life,
just leave me alone & let me enjoy my time.

BEAUTIFUL LOSS

And again I ended up at a different node,

so usual to get deviated from the initial mood.

It has become so normal to me and my pen,

& there is someone else who is real culprit.

Mind initiate & control thoughts till a give up,

give up to the feelings boiling in my heart.

Days ago I started to draw a bouquet on board,

everything was certain till I started working on rose.

Minutes later I found two eyes between leaves,

and even leaves resembles to someones lips.

Its strange but those were not stranger,

belonged to a story of  a beautiful summer.

So many great beginnings I have ruined,

and mastered to change a wedding into a funeral.

Everything I do, reflects the summary of my life,

started great, goes bad in between, end up in hope.

Thousand time I said, I was never such,

till I burnt myself in grief and remorse.

& that drama runs in my mind for every second,

thinking about giving it a desired climax.

How easy the things would go if we can control,

but how can we neglect the first opinion of  second one.

Thanks to almighty, I don’t have any fan to commit,

burdened to produce a well garnished salad of words.

I would have been facing mockery, lawsuit and criticism,

thanks I never dared to present my salad to any publisher.

I don’t think I can ever overcome this,

It is embedded within me, more than a habit.

I never understand why most cant make it with art,

now I have the subject to study & research.

In my case, there is a loss of concentration,

lost the commitment to study “other” beauty & subjects. 

What makes me to stick on those lips and eyes,

which comes out from stones, flowers and even from ice. 

Any cure, I don’t know and even don’t want any advice

as far as I can see nature and life through those eyes.