I wander  on the hills And valleys deep, In bright and cold days With my flock of sheep. My sheep are few Black, gray and white They graze in green fields And I love the sight. Folks call me nerd As I love my sheep, I am a shepherd And

trapped in a mire of reality, sometimes dreams are all i have, reality is nothing but a well disguised mirage; torn between the two, i fight on and on and on, every day with my own self, to keep my sanity and live another day; with my head full of

as the sunlight slowly faded away the city lights flickered on, one by one, illuminating everything on the outside and casting a shadow on the inside; as time slowly ticked past, the darkness inched closer and closer spreading its shadows across the land, my inner self comes alive; as much

Time wins and no one else, You and me are mere puppets. For once you feel you can have fun, He makes you repent With His twists and turns. Even the slightest impudence you show, He has His ways of punitive throw. A glimpse of times that we forgot, Brings

Memories are… Old photographs left alone in an ancient album conveying, love, family, friendship in Past happy occasions. Previous flashbacks recalling, dreadful, frightening moments. A loved ones treasures that brings, such pleasure to the one who inherits them. Memories are… An old burnt down house, that reveals some startling secrets,

I am the only one left on this piece of earth. A lonely figure in the centre of the colourless land I am but a single cloud left to pour Devastation, sadness, over the lands Leaving no traces of hope, light and happiness Everyone was once standing here on this

The agony & the immense pain, Of separation once again, I stoop & I fall, And then I fall again. The pain throughout the mundane night, Was extremely unbearable, I tread on pieces of broken glass, With not even a splinter of glass for succour. The day is worse &

As the brutal sea waves crashes on to the delicate sand, He leaves traces of tiny circles indented onto the tickly grounds, permanently stamped. Who could have made these circles? It could only be the Pebbles of the sea. The tiny surface of hard cold stones wept across the soft,

The old order changeth, yielding place to the new, But the new generation ? They have lapsed into liquor, drugs & what have you. These are trying times, for them, for us, for we all What did we do to deserve this withal ? A sinister world is sprouting &

What do you see, when you look outside a  window. A changing face, an transition stage in my life. Taking new challenges and walking different routes, to reach my ultimate destination. Over coming obstacles that, may cut into my life. Looking through the light that guides me to the right

Even when they meet us, they pass without a greeting; These very friends; our food had been eating. Those who were very close to us and our relations; Now, have decided to change their stations. Those for whom we bore the brunt of neglect, Are today, pessimism personified and perfect.

Build me a day and take it away destroy my capacity I love you automatically When it happens you’ll know the sky will rumble the earth will crumble your spirit held high will manifest and die I told you I’m trouble six feet deep I told you I’d be there

When I look in the mirror, all that I can see is emptiness inside of me and I ask myself… Who am I? On the outside it seems to clear.. I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a mother, a lover , manager…but who am I? Every morning when

Close your eyes.. picture me.. What do you see? I am only one person, with one mind, one soul, one heart.. but I have many faces.. Can you tell them apart? Many say I have the face of an angel..strong and wise.. Look alittle closer.. Can you see the devil

it’s been a quiet night so far uneventful, plenty of silence broken only by the occasional sounds of the cricket chirping; a long time indeed since i stayed awake till the early morning, 4am to be precise, sleep is the last thing that is on my mind try as much

i tried hard not to be, left some people wondering why, while others were asking where, to be what everyone strives to be; i do not want to be rich, nor i want to be famous, i just want to be me, just simple, plain old me; some might say

Life book is written by god This shows the presence of lord The wheel of life churning From every Page we have one learning… If the page contains dust then also it turned by us New phase of life fade the rust… Hurdles comes in your life in every next

My loved one has gone the pain is beyond tears and words No-one can release me from the torment that remains what is there left but an empty world? Life becomes a torturous sentence and the realization that grief is the price of love There are things I have that