Poem

I hate time

It is always lesser than
what I want

It is cruel

It gives you
A silent Death
before you actually die

And worse
you can see it happening
you can feel it

It is this time
which creates barriers

barriers so big that
you can not cross them

Mistakes

Every time I make a mistake
I know
that I am making one,

these mistakes

the voluntary ones
are mostly about time

time not given to others

The greatest gift you can
give others is time, they say

but the same gift is required
for your own self

The greatest gift you can
give yourself is your time.

They will not understand

that the time
I steal from them for me
bears a cost,

the shared happiness

I choose the self
more profound one
more selfish one
more eager one
more hungry one

out of sheer laziness.

what is a bigger mistake
if not life

maybe the choices!

wake up

wake up for the peace of mind
wake up before everyone is gone

the sun will not wait for you.
the blooming flowers will wilt

wake up for
the sleep will deprive
you of wealth

wealth you ought to earn
before someone else takes it before you

wake up for a better health
wake up to see the life

your blood is frozen
wake up for some warmth

wake for it will be too late
to live and be alive

dead you have been since long
wake up for life. 

"Dead Man Walking"

The journey
from a
"Dead Man Walking"
to the Alive Man
becomes longer,

Days and weeks pass by
and  I keep walking,

and then I meet,

the skewed corners of life which nail
inside my head and I bleed.

The blood,
the frozen blood
comes into motion.

Scribble

I promised myself to be
like I want to be,

I promised to write the
journey with every minute details.

Sometimes I forget about the person
I used to be,

and I wonder how to recall myself
from the oblivion.

Financial Love

Emotions stored in our hearts, like a treasure.
If emotions opened a bank
account, what interest rate should they get?

We perceive the future happiness and not think of the present.
Is there a present value of future emotions?

We always try to balance out the effects of Love.
Can we predict the risk and return of Love ?

The expectation is from the other person.
What will be the Internal Rate of Return of Love ?

The moment when you fail in the process.
How will you file a bankruptcy in Love?

Reduction

Do we really discount ourselves
with passing time?

Isn't there is a reduction in the
energy
motivation
enthusiasm
and passion.

The rate of depreciation differs
from person to person,
but we reduce

our love
our care
our focus
and sensitivity.

You

You do look beautiful 
When you smile at me 

It is not the camera that captures your smile,
And shows it to the world

It is the divine happiness
That wants to come out 
Through you 

To us , the deprived ones.

You

Are you still there?
Behind the stars 

As I can't see you.

You ought to shine 
Like you did yesterday

Or you have to tell me 
How to find you.

Dilemma

All that you want is forbidden.

All that you need is expensive.

All that you desire is out of reach.

The world is an unequal place.

Why dream?

Dreams are a luxury few can have.

Live like a rat.

Become a guinea pig.

God is experimenting with you.
Humans are experimenting with you.

You know the result.

Death.

What's this fancy about life?
What's this attachment towards pleasure?

Don't live.

Live.

Decide.

Your Story

Who will tell the stories
if not you?

The world will never
come to know
what you have been through,

Only if you will tell them
why you are like this

they will come to know.

So, sit not idle,
and, wait not for someone else,
to tell your stories to others,

equip yourself,

and tell them yourself,
who you are

and what is it that you want
to become.

Claim

There was nothing strange in it
except the fact
that It made me happy.

That you remember me
and sometimes think about me,

You might not remember
how I looked like,
The colour of my hair
or of my eyes

But still in your prayers
you said, 'I am always present'.

I sometimes claimed
in my mind that I missed
you everyday.

I still doubt my claim
but I think that, It might be true.

Choice

Who are we to decide?

but we still do,
about a lot of things,

we think,
we have choices to make,

but we never ask the chosen
what did they wanted,

Do choices have a choice to?

they might have,

the choices could have skipped
but they remained.

Sins

We inflict pain on people
who will never harm us.

They just try to heal you.
act as a medicine,

They are the chosen ones 
by God.

We must pray for them
and promise

that we will
not impose anything on them,
which is undue.

They must live as beacons of hope
of sanctity
of peace
and of happiness,

someday they will forgive
for all our sins.

Dreamland

I dream of a dreamland
which is away of right and wrongs

a place where we can live
and we will
in perpetuity.

There, nobody will question
my motives,
my believes,
my love for living and dead.

You can come there someday,

when you are free from
all the obstacles,
the shackles,
the usual chains of this world.

we will see the light as light,
we will see the night as night,
we will see the truth as truth,
and not as anything else.

There we can be together,
without remorse,
without fears,

but till then you live in the hope
that such a land exists

for you and for me.

Winters

Where has all the laughter gone?

these pale faces in the cold winters
look so scary,

All the blood from their body
has been sucked,

all that is left is a skeleton
and a heart.

The heart beats
but I am not sure
it pumps any blood into the veins.

They are dead.
They are trying to act alive.

But how long?
How long will they be
able to do that?

Will the coming autumn bring
cheer in their life too?

When life takes away things
why does it takes away the most
from those who already have less?

Is not nature unfair?

But the sun gives them the same heat.

But is that heat is enough in this weather?
Certainly not!