COLOURS OF THOUGHTS

Randomly, just like gusts of wind

Numerous Thoughts passing by my mind...

Thoughts of HAPPINESS coming in GREEN...

Reflecting the youthfulness of a teen...

Suddenly the FEAR thought rushed in RED

Fear of the unknown "LIVING OR DEAD"

Closed my eyes and found myself in WHITE..

Thoughts of SPIRITUALITY had hugged me tight..

Far in the horizon I saw shimmering GOLDEN..

Thoughts of INSPIRATION crawling hidden..

As I approached BLUES cut my wings..

Injured I fell among-est GUILT, SADNESS and such other CREEPY THINGS

I shouted my heart out for GOLDEN & WHITE..

RED was bleeding and BLUE shattering in the fight..

Once again I stood up and followed the serene..

I found my beloved HAPPINESS in GREEN....

DEPRIVED

I remember the time when I was deprived

No one cared how did I survive..

Whether alive or I am dead..

Left hungry or am fed...

The lade fortune never whirled her wheel

But all were busy in my happiness to steal

Leaving me empty in and out

Neither could I speak nor shout...

This busy world has left me alone

Dug me up and all have gone

I am here waiting for a helping hand

Who could catch all my slipping sand...

No one listen no one to hear..

I don't understand whats to fear

Sadness in my life is prescribed..

Since here I am left Deprived..

PARTIALITY

In this world of great reality

Kindness is natural not formality

Why don't anyone feel on me pity

Seeing me drowning in the ocean of partiality....

The grief is always on my part

Want to describe but from where to start...

As my life from every point

Has broken and lost its joint...

The sky is moving and falling apart..

Nature has lost its beautiful art..

The world has lost its morality

seeing me dying under the claws of partiality..

Whenever I tried doing good

Was thrown away like stale food

on being alive I felt guilty

As always I am haunted by Partiality....

JUNIOR BUT NOT INFERIOR...

What a strange place is this,

All are ready to attack like bees,

Being senior all take pride,

Are ready to scold but never guide....

Just give me a single reason,

does being junior define a person?

Age difference is only the matter

That made us bad and you better...

All we want is to properly behave

We too have a heart like to you God gave..

Respect we will automatically pay,

when you treat us in a proper way...

like a single family we should live here,

there should be love between us not fear,

No doubt I am to you junior

But I am not INFERIOR......

ME AND THE CLOUDY SKY....

In the days of cloudy sky
Black clouds in anger when they fly
A strange fear hit my heart
Which shattered and set me apart

No mistake had i made
But in fear shivered like dead
Like as usual will be scolded
With the reason unfolded

The black clouds loudly roared
Big drops of tear from my eyes poured
Streaming along the cruel wood
Like a criminal where I stood

Colours of sky had faded

On cool breeze the raindrops had invaded

Hurt and heart broken there i lay
Me and the cloudy sky

PEOPLE- "BEING SOLD WITH MONEY"

The magic of truth is fading away

Humanity is today falling astray

It is on

ly a mere paper bundle

Which is the reason of each and every scandal

Mark sheets can easily be altered

In hospitals blood will be unnecessarily filtered

Let it be the matter of individuality

Money has the power to change any reality

Have to face bribe in every step we take

Money has made this real world fake

The true will circle round the court and rot

False will enjoy as with money

Justice he bought

Today the blind law has turned actually blind

That truth and justice it cant find

No longer live in a world of truth, peace and harmony

But in a market where people are being sold with money.

RESPECT MY LIFE- "MY RULES"

                                                                                     

A chain that binds us to go out

A chain that restricts us to shout

Standing still with several chains attached

From all the worldly life detached.

Not a single "ME" or a single "I",

As numerous as stars in the sky

Whose rights by others in the streets are drained

And to us the society terms as :Stained"

Since we are the victims not the lad

Two days everyone will pretend to be sad

Marching down the streets by lighting candles

Again the next day are prey of scandles.

Status in Facebook and Tweets in Twitter

Two days everyone will chatter

That what happened is not right

But does anyone stand up to fight?

Are considered as the one who to the house lightened

Then why are our own lives remain darkened?

Why are our rights a part of paper and speech

Which to our daily lives could never reach...

Why lip-tied we have to stay

Till when dominated we have to lay

With our feelings how long will they play?

We are made of bones and muscles "NOT OF CLAY"

They say we are goddess who who kills evil

Then why are we treated as devil?

Are in the name of relations sold

And as a black shadow casted on society are told..

God's most beautiful creations we are

Allow us to shine between you like a star..

We fill the lives with vibrant colours

Spread the fragrance and fight the odours

We are flowers of your garden

Will soften the path that is harden

Want to live a life of heavenly blues

Please respect my life and my RULES....