YOU Remain

Nothing goes, nothing remains,
if you are gone nobody cares
they say they miss you...
for selfish reasons they behave
they forget old..
& get addicted to new...
if you are gone nobody cares.........

care for yourself,
care for you
earn some name and leave the world with thoughts
then you are gone but You Remain

Top of the World

top of the world...

thats the place where i belong

reaching there is off course a struggle

specially wid wounded knees..

with which im blessed...

i worry a little

cry a bit

stress up my mind.. 1000 times

but then jus a blink

and i feel the click

the click

to be on the top of the world..

coz thats the place destiny has decided for me

and how much ever the stones try to block my path

they will be broken

and i will wear the crown

i will prove my worth

when i will be on top of the world

Off Switch

i wish there was an off switch

to the feelings of extra happiness

to the feelings of extra sadness

for the high dreams

for the low scores

to the demoralizing scenarios

to the exaggerated encouragements

for every extra thing I wish there was an off switch

to the extra love

to the meanness of the crowd

to the pampering &

to the extreme neglection

i wish there was an off switch

i wish there was an off switch to my thoughts........

but if the off switch ever happens,

the enjoyment to automatic offs and ons... will be missed...........

Different Falls,Same Cures

thinking and assuming i jump onto the wall,

off course i had a great fall

wounded knees,

wounded elbows,

but when friends say, cheese,

all my pain went,

i was again cool, like a breeze.

now its all hotch-potch

as i found,

my mind definitely has a wound

because its uneasy to decide,

the things my mind reminds 

perhaps the cure is the same,

its just the matter of their hope, trust and smile,

but damn my friends are not ashamed

Truth that we Ignore

sitting down

gulping the pound

thoughts crossing

round and round

high expectations

low receptions

funny people come across

with their fake gloss

stupid incidents

naughty smiles

make me wonder what really i desire

may be something wrong in my attire

sitting down

i look upon

may be ugly

may be less

i have actually got the best

and let thy tensions be for the rest

Comma's & Exclamations

eyes wide open

arms stretched,

my soul wants to get drenched

drizzling is not my cup of tea,

as it denies to hide my emotions plea

sadness & sentiments is not what i desire,
the thought of sorrows, sometimes make me perspire

but i welcome them with grace, that's what i admire

pauses and stops do confuses me,

negative thoughts are like an irritating bee

commas and exclamations are the best...

they make me laugh, when the stupid humor wants to rest

initially forced smile; then you get immune

but this immunization later; for sure it's a pleasurable boon