Striving to get a grandeur life
Diving on an exhausting strife
To platform you on the plains of plight
Conscious eye seems to have lost its sight

Every word I say would rhyme

Provocative mind
Is a derivative sign
Memories in line
Fades away in time

Close your eyelids
Calm yourself a bit
Seconds will fly
Aged up you’ll sigh

We receive from time

Fortune clings on a life
Make the way a delight
Time cries on bloody knife
Nags fate to boon all sight

Times of despair
Long gone are those days
Times of joyous care

Still tied hard aren’t you
Bound to a place with no move
Struggle, brawl, Give your best shot
Don’t think you can do a lot.

Freshened mind waits morning
But night awaits a blackened mind

Driving away the sands of time
Looking for the line to compose a rhyme
Life seeking light like a standing sign
Pity even to think, how I lost once mine.

Breeze comforting the fresh thoughts

One often promises the other
Anything can happen now my brother
So close and so clam they continue to live
Unaware of the fact the life is only for few.

One often promises the other

Reaper crops his daily share of life
Gunning on the land within a mere strife
Crimson ground with an extremely tiresome hike
A night when the hand of doom on humankind strikes

Saving Grace

Brought back from the silence, from the darkened night in to the day
Try to keep the pieces together, with a blown mind scattered away

Banished

Stared through the window pane of the mirthless fate
Will there be any atoning for the wreckage which I create
Inner murmur of conscious so guilt, so debased

Judging by the deed
A pitiful mind without a heed
One deviates from his own self
Without knowing that this is the end

Course of time continues to pass

Dwelling Thoughts….

I stare in to the lonely Blue sky above the grave
Wishing that everything will be fine inside my mind cave
Through the empty thoughts dwell upon the world of hate