Sort Of Lost

Yet to Unveal

Dream Land

Getting over my teens I realized,
The need of overthinking and comparisons ,
Lead to great fantasy of dreams.
We leave the past and being in the present ,
Still remember and cherish the memories,
Whether it's good or bad.
Getting a good partner ,having a good relationship,
Having mutual understanding and care ,
Would lead my life to a land where
I would have the happiness leading
Sorrow getting backed off
Thug life remains in me ,
Each time I compare myself with anyone
The inefficiency and self-doubts hit me
Like getting an unseen slap from someone.
Getting a life of a successful person,
Thinking gives immense pleasure
Going further to achieve that
Have to go through a lot of treasure.
Typical mind people, compare your efforts
Weaken you from inside and kill your happiness.

MY ESCAPADE FANTASY

To run away from the hustle and bustle
from the inbuilt castle,
so well architecture outside
with lot of chaos inside.
All I want is not to run the race,
to escape the chase.
To shut my ears and fly in the air
with no unwanted questionnaire.
Then to land some where
and to be found nowhere.
To pursue a business online
just to follow my own timeline.
To own a caravan
and be the ruler of my own van
where none would ask me about my exit or entry
or what should I have for my entree.
In the nights, between the pines the hammock
where I would lay with a coke in my cloak
to fall asleep, with fire lit underneath
and the stars gazing overhead.

Dream and Reality!

Sitting alone beneath the tree,
I enjoyed the chirping of birds
Wanted to sing a song
But the birds swallowed my words.
So I listened to them
Instead of singing.
                                             
And saw gigantic buildings,
Fancy cars,
A lady with a silk dress,
A gentleman with a tuxedo,
Abundance of wealth,
Shinning skyscrapers,
The investment for the future,
Building heaven for the abusers.
                                   
I was thoughtless
My emotion was detached
My mind was blank.
An inferno burnt within me,
Living life in a coffin
Is nothingness.
                                   
I started searching for
A little bird within me
That always lands safely.
                                   
This is the nexus between my dreams and my life.

My Mom

I wonder! How did she find the courage and energy?
To do all the things that she did.
To be my teacher,  nurse and my cook,
Ever since I was a kid.
How did she do it all so well?
To be my maid and my family's backbone.
Makes time to be my bestfriend,
That's something I can't comprehend.

How successful I am today,
Depends on all her selfless efforts,
The morals and ethics that she sowed in me,
Right from my childhood comforts.
It's clear it is all her true love,
That made her work so tirelessly,
Multiple roles that she played for us.
I'm indebted to her  infinitely..

The Season Is a Reason for Life

The blessings of nature in Spring rejuvenate zeal
Preceding season ever enthralls me with its reel
The parched earth fills with the scent of scenery
And brings cheerful smiles and lots of greenery!

See those leafless branches, and skidding cars
To roam around the parks, the naughty children spar
Frozen lakes with no tides depress me for a while
Sports are ignored by the energetic youth, hostile     

With hopelessness, despair, and depressing mood
To the beauty all around in the winter, I’m glued
The dew drops like whitish pearls warmly greet
The chilly brownish earth kisses my tender feet