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I know life is not all proses and rhymes.

At times it just exclaims!

Every step carries a question,

And every paragraph has its own frame.

Somehow we never run out of conjunctions,

Neither do we run short of scenes.

And no matter how hard we try for perfection,

We mess things up with that punctuation in between.

Despite all this we believe in someone else’s writings.

Knowing deep down that we all are the same, human beings.

So why does this happen?

While most of us keep documenting our lives,

Some write a poem with their feelings.

Finding

Few years back I had set out to find

Something.

I found it but

It didn’t change anything.

Why would it?

I just wanted to find it

And never meant to understand

The purpose and the use.

Tomorrow I am setting out to find

Something.

I hope this time…

Dear Ghost of Past

You never leave, do you?

And just stay somewhere out there.

Your presence becomes weak with time

But you don’t leave.

Thank you for not leaving

And reminding me of the gone.

Because of you, Dear Ghost of Past, I never stopped believing.

Stay with me until my work is done.

I forbid you

It is Forbidden! 

And now I have your attention.

Something really significant

Ensures its retention.

 

It challenges us in a way

Like a decree that binds.

Words after it barely sway

For it imprisons minds.

 

It makes us want something

Which had no value till now.

The most manipulative word,

It is Forbidden to know how.

 

Magical, isn’t it?

9 letters is all it takes.

Next time upon hearing it,

Don’t repeat the same mistakes.

 

For it is Forbidden.

Just Wait

In this generation I see

Trust coming from the broken

Inspiration coming from defeat

Stability after being shaken

And Respect from the one who gets it least.

Love from the hated

Realness which seems surreal

Ingenuity suffocated

Ghost who feel

Hollowness being sold

Truth getting old.

They say we learn from our mistakes. Maybe we are making them right now and a lesson is being prepared for us later. No matter what, always remember: Life has its way.

So…(Read the first letter of every line)

Nightly Fiasco

♦ Hey, it’s almost night time here. Ready for those post 2 a.m. thoughts?

 

As the Sun settles down,

It takes away a part of us.

The part which keeps us sound,

The part which we show to the world.

And when the Moon takes the sky,

It showers a light on us.

Silver light which brings out something…

Something which we don’t discuss.

Night time does have this affect,

And these thoughts are the most private ones.

But when it starts to overwhelm,

Close your eyes and end the pretense.

Eventually sleep will engulf your realm

And in dreams these thoughts will make sense.

If they don’t, tell yourself : “It was just a dream.”

 

 

Déjà vu

All of a sudden I feel

that I knew you all along.

And our life is some camera reel,

Looping our movie and our song.

I know what is about to happen,

Because it’s you. How can I not know?

I see us dancing and everybody clapping,

All the while as we grow.

I haven’t seen you but I have,

In my mind you are my tomorrow.

For now I am talking to myself,

Who knows, maybe in the morrow.