Life in Short, As I have to Define.

bad dreams can never be denied,
bitter truth can never be lied.
hopes could be half empty sometimes,
but life is beautiful,
with mysteries hidden inside,
filled with lies,  denials,and    smiles.

Chemistry

tell me the co-ordinates of your heart
and i want to draw a geometry.
a fine line to define-
what's been flowing in my mind?

Dear ,
with all those hormones,
and these thoughts for you-
i am lost in this mystery !
i hope you understand ,
the crunches from my heart-
dying inside for this "chemistry".

Devil side

devil side exist
and it persist
to subsist.

trying' to claim a beast,
more or at least-
trying' to be human,
within a body of it.

"Reality"

it's hard to lease
moments of ease,
and keep happiness;
in seize.

I AM

colorful life turned black and white
when i lost you from my sight
with every fight, blames came over
and now, when love is away, i m sober
i am trying different moods
and i can't find the best of me
i am lost somewhere, beneath myself
you heard me many times,crying for help
only God knows why? and i am unanswered
questions to Dear LORD,why my eyes are blurred?
i can't see myself anymore,I am drown
all those hard times, make my rhymes
and all those falseness they have shown
make me the person- I AM .

New Stage

where i exist,
is a different phase :
with attempts to erase-
what i used to chase.

no words to stretch,
i am starting over
right from the base.
i concealed it in solitude-
"total sum of my rage."

time to re-write;
everything right,
in different ways.

it's a new space,
with new shit to engage.
where i exist,
is a different phase
a new glow,
new flow,
and a "New Stage."

Confused

sad, must have been the day,
when life's symphony-
lost it's way !

happiness, must have been felt,
when new tunes were uttered,
in every pray.

shall i be mourning grief ?
or expressing joy?
cause definition of life,
is starting to annoy !!!

Memories-Miseries

is it all the memories?
or memory of memories,
i am living with.

is it all the miseries?
or misery of miseries,
i am lying beneath.

no more tale to tell,
just listen the rale,
few hopes for myself.
and i am moving on
with this surmise;
my name lies in you,
till i demise.

Today !

different page everyday,
ends with an emptiness
though i try somehow-
more or less.
fate is busy with debate,
love is busy with hate,
and i am quite busy
diluting an irrational state.

"reminisce"

today i am left with little pieces,
counting stars, gazing emotional wars-
running inside me, steadily waiting-
for them to vanish.
with a little left memoria, and,
veiling my grief with hopes,
i am left with little pieces-
dragging me to desolate slopes.

i am starting to over leap,
or is it the future-which is steep?
i convince myself,
i consult with the bright side,
still i lack courage to define,
what eats me inside?

Young Lad Against the World

this world is a painting
all people are painted
this world is so dirty
all people are scented
it's good to good
and worst for bad
what would a young lad do?
when he had nothing
but everything,he knew-
against his ideas and charisma
pulling him,strangling hard,
dragging slowly in huge dilemma..