Battles of my own

There were bullets sprayed

Through my heart they tore

I took them right in

All is same as before

The wounds they rubbed

With salt, my eyes stung

From crying for help

My throat was sore

All is same as before

With grace and dignity

I fought my battles

Hit with cannons galore

All is same as before

As they penetrated my flesh

As they smothered my soul

In silence all this I bore

Defeated to the core

I stand alone, with glory gone

Nothing will ever be as it were before

I replace a gold ring that once had a stone

With a steel band that still shone

Sands....

The more tightly I gripped,

The more easily it slipped,

The hand never held the sand

For more than a split second.

I can't contain it,

I can't control it,

I can't have a plan,

It flies with wind.

I made my castle

I raised my flag

Came a wave and,

All became just sand.

It got washed away,

If not blown away,

It never remained,

Never lasted long.

It harbored snakes,

Was home to scorpians

That bit me & stung me,

Wounded, I will always be.

But some voice divine,

Tells me that the pain

It will be healed

By these very sands,

The sands of time.....

Life's a pit stop

Drive along, singing your own song

Drive along even if the journey's not long

Drive along, you'll find plenty pit stops

Sometimes the car's sloppy,

Sometimes the road's bumpy.

Drive along, singing your own song.

There will be signs sparkling

Some might be just beguiling

Drive along, don't forget the singing

At times you might lose your way

Don't worry, it will be okay.

Drive along, with hope strong.

Like a glass...

When I did have everything,

Never gave it a second's thought,

Never cared nor lost my mind,

Not in any web, did I ever get caught.

When I had the blessing,

Life was beautiful and easy,

I was important to someone,

And someone to me.

When I didn't have any yearning,

When my mouth was filled,

Before I opened it.

Realization never struck.

Now They don't care

If I bite the dust,

Either rot ,or rust,

Like a glass,

Through me they stare.

Lost....

Lost in the age,

I am in a cage.

Lost in the hope,

To feel free and cope

Lost in the desire,

To have a clean conscience.

Lost in the pyre,

Which is my own ire.

Lost in the jungle,

In the wild struggle.

Lost in the words,

That struck like swords.

Lost in the reason,

That was never told.

Lost in the world,

To which, my soul,I sold.

ME,ME ME AND, ONLY ME

I want to be heard
I want not to listen,
Its everything about me,
Let everything else be,
It is always ME,ME,ME,AND ONLY ME

Triffles n loose talk,
I fight against all might,
Never do i look beyond,
The egoistic screen on my eye,
I make evryone cry.

I never had intentions,to inflict pain,
But what i got is, what i gave.

I make it bleak n dark,
But the darkness within me,
No one sees it like me.
I din get what i wanted,
I din expect what i got.

Who said life is fair?
Happiness here is rare.
Darkness n silhouettes is what i see,
All ready to swallow me.

Why should i care?
Why should i be fair?
But everything is made in a pair,
If there's darkness,
Light also has its share.

To see it or ignore it,
Is your own perspective.
BUt to live in either one,
Is just being highly prejudicial,
About the other side.


It has always been like this,
And will be so,
To change or crib is ur call,
It is you who will decide
How you take the Fall?
To get up or to be drowned forever,
It's the mind which gives power.
To soar higher or to go lower,
The flight is more important,
Than the height.


If's n But's are prevelant,
But are not permanent.
It is always ME,ME ME AND, ONLY ME
Who will decide what I be.

did what i had to..

Smoke made me fly in the sky,
Up i went n soared high,
Ecstacy filled my blood,my nerves,
For quick elation it sure serves.

With Depressed life and lost hope,
Had a saddened soul with no scope,
To up my spirits i began to dope.

Bloodshot eyes,slurred speech,
But satisfaction it did impeach,
Just as things looked out of reach,
Thought of giving life this breach.

But what could i do when weaned
From the affection that i need
What i did was act of defiance,
A bravado it seemed to me.

Finally it was my own call,
With no remorse or regret,
I feel what i wanted i did get,
Adages they showered on me,
What i did ,did with glee.