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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Solitude

I enjoy my solitude but,
I never pray for it,
I love company of my friends,
But I'm never content.

My life is just passing through reality,
I know, but never hoped I'll see this all,
I wish I could grow up fast,
But then, I begged God, let me be a child.

I know a few things are not possible yet,
I pray for them daily before bed,
If I could be honest for a while,
My Lord, I know you want the best for me.

And I let myself suffer this life,
Letting the doubt grow in me.
My wishes won't be granted, I feel,
But I make them everyday before my meal.

I let fall these tears from my eyes,
Hoping that I never cried,
I know it's too late to realize my mistake,
But tomorrow when I get up,
I want the world to be mine..

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Mr. Black

Mr. Black

Mr. Black was an ordinary but sophisticated man, and he was lonely. I can't explain the exact cause or reason for his sophistication but i guess it originated from his trying to keep things straight and simple. In his world, how hard he tried but the shortest distance between two points was never straight line. Connecting two points for him was like going through a labyrinth, like going around in circles and circles until you reach a point within which you can't draw anymore circles.

But Mr. Black was a sophisticated and simple man. If you stood in his shoes you could see that the skies were blue, the tarred road is black and both meet at horizon with lush green trees shouldering each side of the endless road and Mr. Black on his cruiser riding carelessly but not without a helmet, for Mr. Black it was safety first.