Drowning with the Wrecked Faith

Just when life had transformed into a day

From darkness of dawn I wished to escape

The ghosts from the past overtook the stage

A smooth drive turned into a road rage

In second or two it ripped me apart

Failed drastically to get over that horrendous art

Trembling hard to reach out for my beloved

In return making the wounds even more livid

Every step of mine made it move miles

No magic worked whatsoever on those little wiles

No hearing no plea nothing at all granted

Masses were laughing as what all they wanted

Little hope was still there dwelling in my heart

Everything was up for sale at the mart

Pinch of here and there made the talk

No idea when that ship hit the dock

Was tried and tested ever and ever again

But it never ever showered so much pain

Am not a wild beast to be tamed

Am just no one who should be named

I need a lifetime for myself to settle

And a hard time to prove my mettle

A moment or half to reveal the crust

I am nothing else but your little TRUST.....

Death & Lyfe

Death is beginning of Lyfe ??

Death is end of Lyfe ??

The question remains mystery

trying to unravel history

Lyfe has got some hellish dreamz

Death is full of blood streams

Lyfe takes one to the toll

Death plays most important role

Lyfe teaches how to tackle

Death ain't got any shackles

Lyfe reaches out to hell

Death guides the way well

Balancing between Lyfe and Death

calculating each and every breath

First breath started the count

Every second ready to mount

Birth to death makes one round

No mercy, either human or hound

The two sides of the fen

Lyfe is Lion Death is Den !!!

living my self-written fate....

Lost in the desert of hatred

got no idea how I landed up here

I was drowning in the ocean of luv

but may be tat was my illusion of trust

Still unaware of the mistake I committed

distances were always there I misinterpreted

Walking down on an open highway

cant have anyone for the driveway

Recalling the last time I shed tears

have even lost the fear of fear

Dining the feast of hate

living my self-written fate....

She died at last...

The bird was down on the ground

An angel had heard her 'HELP' sound

The angel came & took her in hands

Examining the wounds she applied some bands

The bands were enough but wounds were still there

Before flying she had to seek out for her pair

Didn't able to find even a single companion

She had set her own opinion

Now I wont trust anyone she spoke out

Hunter was gentle & kind was her doubt

No trust no care no love for me now

She said to herself taking a vow

But still unable to wash out the memory

There was hunter all over her mind's territory

Wounds were fresh, disabled her flying

She spent all her day crying

She even forgot to take her meals

Had lost even the feeling to feel

No sleep at all at night

Even in the dark she had hunter in sight

Was it affection or the divine attachment

But now all she wanted to seek enlightenment

All confused, full of questions

She had lost all her emotions

Somehow she managed to get back

But hunter was there standing in the same track

Hunter was aiming another creature with his knife

She decided to distract his aim & save a life

But now also she was wrong

Hunter was aiming her only, loudly singing a song

Yet another aim yet another claim

Down into pieces, she had no one to blame

Still in shock "Why again me??"

Now asking from Lord Thee

Almighty said surviving is an art

I said Oh God!! It was yet again my bloody HEART :-( :-( :-(

The bird wanted to survive

The flight of the bird was short-lived
It flew & flew with wings stiffed

The hunter hunted it down
& the beast fed on from dusk till dawn

May be the departure was in plight
But a second thought was her right

Every attempt of the bird failed
She once had her titanic sailed

But her titanic hit the glacier hard
& the sailor declared himself debarred

But the bird is not & cant even blame anyone
Cuz her decision of flying in the dark sky had already made everyone stunned

The hunter had something in mind
Aware of nothing the bird was always kind

The bird pleaded & asked for life
Hunter denied the plea & aimed his knife

The knife made its way through the wing
Crying for help but the hunter didnt ping

The bird was never expecting this foul play
She was always content with the hunter's stay

Falling apart she fell on the ground
Eyeing the feast the beast made a growling sound

The beast got its appetite
The hunter was still in sight

Beast thanked the hunter for the feast
Hunter was all smiling for the least

The soul of the bird was out in the middle
Why the hell hunter hunted me?? Was the only riddle

But still the bird is happy & not crying
Cuz she had never ever experienced that sort of flying

Since the bird is no more
& the hunter has got his score

I want to congratulate him for his part
Cuz the bird was nothing else but my "HEART"
:-( :-( :-(