Living by Illusions

Lots of things in life remain undefined, not because they didn't ever
appear to a man but because we are so consumed by everything else that
we never paid attention to them.

Gaining or loosing its all a process of life.
Many times we are surrounded by people who always protect us on matter
what happens and we never ever get to even know that we have all these
people around us who keep us safe from abusers, from over doing
ourselves, from lot many mistakes that we simply commit without even
feelin a thing. Life is all just too common.

But someday that shield of protection starts to weaken and these
people who were there to protect us give away leaving us open and
vulnerable to a mean and selfish crowd of people. At that time we fail
to understand what exactly is happening to our lives.
We are suddenly so insecure so easily hurt and we get to know that we
are being accused by so many people. We are clueless why the world
around us has fallen apart. And slowly we get to know , nothing is
actually wrong with the world or with us. But the people who were
there around us caring for us are not there anymore.
Life is not just common, but its also amazing by every means. And life
is beautiful. We just don't get to see it the way it is. We don't get
to understand so many phenomena around us because we are consumed by
materialism, fame, greed and our desires which have blinded us all. We
are all living lives encompassed by illusions and we fail to look
beyond them.

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Hate to Love, and Love to Hate.

Yea, its morning, sun is overhead,
But I'm still under my blanket, cozy in bed,
My heart still pains, still can't forget,
Your voice yelling, echoes in my head.

I tell myself, this is last scuffle,
Then I melt like ice, break like bubble,
I hug my pillow and I cry,
My heart is a maim bird, can't fly,
And you are so ignorant,
You won't realize what I'm going through,
To know, I Hate that I love, and I love that I hate you.

You held me in your arms,
Then you crushed me,
I believed you won't leave,
Believed you won't hurt me.
Now alone I know, you left me empty,
Your promises were all lies,
How shallow you can be,
And there is nothing that I can do,
But I Hate that I Love,
And love that I hate you.

I don't need you anymore,
To soothe me of my nightmares,
I'm tired of waiting,
Now I've more of myself, to share, to dare,
And I tried, but just can't forgive you,
So I Hate that I Love, and I Love that I Hate you.

Crossroads

Sometimes to success, sometimes to failure,
Sometimes I am, standing in mid of no where.
Sometimes to life, sometimes to death,
Hey! Give me a minute to catch my breath.
These cross roads give a million doubts,
And I've to think what to think about.
Pondering I proceed in an unknown direction,
Unsure if I'll achieve so called perfection.
Roaming all over world around.
Its the crossroads I stand at, I found.
I try to escape somewhere if i can hide,
But a known face appears on every side.
Like me countless people stroll of every kind,
And I've a million dreams, sprouting in my mind.
I sit clueless starring at my clock,
My feeling slowly begin to choke,
Somehow I get up and shout,
God, is there any way out?
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Its when silence speaks.

Sitting in front, gazing each other,
Finding some topics to share together,
If there can be anything to talk,
When you go for a lonely walk.
When the smiles are even lost,
And all the words then will exhaust,
Still no change that you would want,
But heart has its growing demands.
There is free flow of love in the air,
When you know for each other you care.
All above when love grows beyond peaks,
You don't have words, when silence speaks.
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Immaterial World

Their words have kept me stun,
They can break hearts for fun,
Even then they think of earning fame,
When playing these materialistic games.
She comes to me with modest love,
A witch dressed in princess's glove,
She keeps fondling my timid body,
Sometimes nervous, sometimes naughty.
She says She's different to me but She's not,
She has been much like others a lot.
She keeps thinking someday it'll pay,
Her way to materialistic games all day.
I try to keep myself on hold,
She is hands full of love in every fold,
She is pretty, and she is bold,
But her heart frozen, ice and cold.
Today I see a girn on her face,
Starring me, in my darkest space,
Still feeling these things get admired.
And we all live with our material desires.
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