....

What shall I do
to reclaim all that I had,

the freedom to decide
about my holidays,

or the evenings
when I can be me,

those mornings of
leisure are all gone,

Why there are worries
all over here,

for every step
thinking twice,

and afraid about every
decision I take,

There expectations are
not there yet I fear
that the status-quo will
change,

The ability to bear
things is less now,

I just hope
this is for the time being,

I want to reclaim
what I want to...!

...

I do not take a stand
on the issues which
I think time only can resolve,

Though it has never
happened,

Ignoring is not always
a bliss,

Today and right now,

is the best time to act...!

...

You are the reason
of my existence,

I don't know when
it happened,

but it took me
some time to realize,

then I changed
my direction looking
for something,

which was not mine,

neither was the time,

But it passed,

Now I can control my
life,

and I am the driver of
my life once again,

I can decide about anything
and everything,

and I can bear the consequences
which are not in my hand,

I want to live
once again,

like me, with me...! 

Guide...!

When I talk to you,

I feel the life
once again,

the barren land
of my emotions
goes green,

You will never
know your value
in my eyes,

For there is
certainly something,

which makes me feel
that you were gifted
to me,

to save my life,

to help me
recollect myself,

and most importantly,

to make me understand
the need of life,

and purpose of living.

...

There is no logic
in some of our decisions,

though at that time
we may think we
are acting rationally,

There are stronger
instincts which
rule our mind,

They give an illusion
of reality,

we fall pray to it
again and again...!

...

I have lost the
touch which I had,

now there is no magic
in my hands,

what I write is meaningless,

I apply force on the words
to come out,

the natural questions
of curiosity have died,

now I behave like
a programmed computer,

I have lost friends,

I have lost time,

Time which was with me,

Those nights of affection
are no more,

and no more questions,

Why do I have made myself
believe in the cruel realities,

one day my creativity will
die a premature death,

the symptoms
 of the disease are showing up,

One day the
result will  come ,
and the messenger of God too,
to take me with him,

to liberate me from
the silly questions of life...

....

why is my heart
feel tired,

tired of the same situations
which come every day,

the complexities ease out
one day,

next day some others comes
in a new form,

Like grains in the field
grows on a daily basis,

but then grains are cut
after they ripe,

but the situations don't have
a recipe....!

...........

In the magical world,

even thrones can be changed
into flowers,

but only in the magical world..!

Rule of Law...!

A system of lawlessness
prevails,

there is no fear in the
hearts of the traitors,

they exploit
and oppress,

the poor,

You can never find
the signs of cruelty
in their eyes,

They are white clad ,
with absolutely no stains
on their cloth,

They stay behind the curtain,

and stab to death
whomsoever they want,

The whole machinery supports them,

some with fear,
others with vested interests,

The chain can not be broken,

until a messiah comes back again...!

Eyes...!

In my tired eyes
nothing comes easily,

be it dreams
or a vision,

I just close them,
to take rest,

The productivity
of these eyes has been lost,

what is it if not being blind?

not in the literal sense, of course,

The eyes should have
the power to send signals to the mind,

about the nature ,
about the beauty this world has,

and the eyes should report,
what is bad and ugly,

The duty of the eyes
is not being done,

whom to blame,

my eyes?
time?
the world?
....