Its been long time since I wrote poems...
The days in college when my friends just knew me for what I wrote...
They always said "Roy your just awesome in writing poems"
And I used to just tell them I just write what I feel....
But, after a few days when I was at home at night...
Lying on the bed I received a text message from an unknown number saying "Hey dude! I heard you write poems from my friends... Can you write something about life???"
I replied "Yes! y not... But may I know whose this?????"
No reply received.....
Tried calling the next day but no answer...
Days passed by I normally uploaded my poems on a social networking site.... For my friends to read....
I thought I'll write few poems on life and post it... May get a reply from that person again...
So I uploaded these poems...
LIFE
Life is so strange
Nothing stays the same
Everything change
But who to blame
Life is like a game
Where you have to lose
Before you can gain
To win you have to face the fearful rain
In Life.. They always say
Don't use your heart
Only use your brain
In life there is love
But the more is hate
No one decide
They all hesitate
And who knows the fate
The closest people you need go away
When you need them the most
You find them lost
Day after day
Days go by
People are born.. and other die
Year after year
No one understands
Nothing is clear
Nothing in our hearts except fear
Today you walk & talk
Tomorrow you lay in your grave
And nothing it gave
The money that you save
And no use of your gold
When it won't be sold
You have to be strong
Stop doing the wrong
And never lie
Be ready for your last goodbye...
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All my life
All my life
I have tottered, fearfully
As if walking on a tightrope
Stretched across a vast chasm
Without a net below to catch me
All my life
All my life
I have trod gingerly, terrified
As if on the crumbling rim
Of an active volcano
About to explode at any moment
All my life
All my life
I have spoken hesitatingly
Terrified to open my mouth,
That all will see clearly
The ugliness that is inside of me
All my life
All my life
I have wondered
Why am I as I am?
What is the purpose?
Why am I still here, alive?
All my life
All my life
I have waited, hoping, yearning
For that one day when I will finally understand
The whys and the wherefores
Of the mystery which is
All my life
All my life
I have believed that one day
When I am no longer of this world
I will at last learn the reason
Of why I have died and why I have lived
All my life
After posting these poems I waited for few days for a reply...
In that time i spoke to my best buddies in college and asked them if the number was familiar to them...
No one knew whose number it was...
So i decided to write a poem on my own life and the people around me....
Through It All
Friends come and go
Life flies by right before your eyes.
You loose ones you love
Yet through it all you still love your life.
People leave you to fight alone
You put on a fake smile to hide all your pain
Yet someone still knows your hurt.
Through it all you still put on a front to satisfy those around you
Thorough it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.
You build a wall to try to keep from getting hurt
You lock up you heart and throw away the key to see who cares enough to look for the key
Through it all there's not many people that got you to open up yet still you love it all.
Struggles meet you in the face to watch you slip up
Yet through it all you wouldn't change a thing.
Through it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.
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No One Really Knows
Who am I no one really knows
when I try to get close they ask to many questions
so I put up a mask up of lies, and hurt
hoping no one will see through my phony disguise
because no one knows I cry myself to sleep at night
hoping wishing someone will free me from my curse
I try to talk to friends but they don't understand
all except one
it's like she knows about my mask of sorrow
she see's through the lies and helps me when I'm hurt
I think she knows but I'm not really sure
but until she frees me
I put my mask on hoping one day she'll take it off me
but until then we're taking it one step at a time
together hand in hand...
And I waited....
Seemed strange that i was giving so much importance to an unknown person...
But, I really wanted to know who it was...
So I waited...
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Thee Journey
PoesíaThe story of a teenage boy living the journey of life... Expressed in a poetic format... Its my 1st time I'm writing a story so please excuse my mistakes and do comment abt it and vote if you like it...
