.....

Every now and then

some results come

the examination 

continues

every day

every second

some fates 

get finalized

death is not

a trauma

it is the 

life which 

makes you 

feel like hell

for me 

every day 

is the judgement day

every morning decides 

my day

with almost similar

results hidden in it

This is an uneven

game of chess

where you have started

somewhere in between

with some characters

already fixed

every minute 

you make choices

choices 

which are made 

within the iron cage of rationality

which weber says

for what is the 

philosophy 

of life 

if not freedom

.......

 

Absence..!

Some of these days

You will miss me honey;

Sartre says 

And some of these days

I may not miss anything

Except the absence

Of nothing,

What looks is not real

What is Real

Is not visible,

Not today

Nor tomorrow

The answers will come

When they have to,

I lost you..!

It all happened in phases

I lost your eyes
then your curves

I lost the ring
and the color of your hair

your smell also went missing,

your hand
left somewhere in between,

your lips remained
there for sometime,

and then i lost your sad
face

but your smile was still with me

and then  
at last
I lost your smile

Now  I have nothing
of you with me.

........

For God's sake
stay away from God,

He knows you,

and that's why
when you pretend to him,

he laughs
at you,

Like a father ,

who knows everything
about your lie,

but never let's you know,

He advices you,

on all good things,

but sets you free
to choose,

and you decide
what is best for you.