Our Own World

Where luck becomes important than labour,
Where hard work diminishes in front of favour
Where fate and destiny make people crown-holders
Where deserving people.....
Sit aside shrugging their shoulders.

This is the world in which we live
And this is the fate which I hate.

Where poor are nued,hungry and tired
Where rich play with money,are adored and admired.
Where talent is crushed,raped & murdered,
Where dreams in lively eyes are shattered.

This is the world in which we live
And this is the fate which I hate.


Where money is the pivot of revolving Earth
Where relations are fading,losing their worth.
Where eye for an eye,tooth for a tooth
Are the things people practise.
Where a brother kills his brother
and for profit people play dirty tactics.

This is the world in which we live
And this is the fate which I hate.


Where only power and paisa rule the mind
Where people now only....pretend to be kind
Where feelings evaporate &love is frozen
Sympathy,charity are teh tools none has chosen.

This is the world in which we live
And this is the fate which I hate.


This is the fate which I hate....
The fate of being such a person
Who knows what all is happening around
But is still.....
Deaf and dumb towards it.......

Let it be true-Amen

When I wished to dream
Why was my sleep taken away?
When I wished to smile
Why were my reasons given no way?
When I wished to see colours........
Why did the world turn all Black & White???

I could never obtain what I wished..
And was always forced to be happy.

Today too I am happy
With my sleepless nights......
Today too I am happy
With no reasons and colours in life.

But yet my heart urges me
To look upto the sky and search out MY Rainbow.
To make every moment of my life ...a reason to smile
And to make every wish a dream.
So that.......
I may have Plentiful smiling dreams filled with lots and lots of colour.

Incompleteness

Am I shade of sorrow in joy
Or a cursed unearthed treasure?
Am I a leaflees tree in the spring
Or a nightingale which could never sing?
Am I a full moon in the cloudy night
Or a warrior who could never fight......
A letter without destination
Or a poet without imagination....
An oyster that colud never produce a pearl
Or a life where dreams never took a curl.

A life that didn't deserve to live......
A life that had nothing to give......

Yet, I live proudly
I live as a lost warrior
And on the ruins ,I rule.