I come from that world...

I come from that world,
Where the Sun never shines,
And nights are days.

Unlike those faded flashes,
In your chamelonic skies,
My dense skies,
Are always around me.

When your world
Longs for the morning,
My world is firm,
It never waits for,
The thing to motley.

Forests in my world,
Are not forbidden.
Unlike those in your world,
They are free from those thick
Leaves and wild monsters.

When your world shivers,
Inside those thick forests,
My world is dauntless,
And the things are usually
Calm and equanimous.

Rivers of my world,
Aren’t dammed.
They never change their path.
When your rivers,
Constantly knock the dyke gates;
My rivers kiss that endless sea,
And shine crimson,
Under that infinite dark sky.

My world doesn’t fear,
The burning of hamlets.
Nor does it suffer,
From the wrath of wars.

When your world lives in the
Phases of cold wars,
My world relaxes and puffs,
That napalm hookah,
Which created itself long back.

My world is much better,
Than yours
For we never fear the end…..

I created God for myself,
When I lost…
And when I found Love,
I conversed with him
Shared moments
And I saw the cracks in my faith,
Long before I admited it to him.

On the pavements,there lay
Innumerable mother figures.
Brought to life by illiterate hands.
Man creating God
And then worshipping his own creation,
Folding the same hands that had moulded
A Deity.

I understood faith that dayJ




Cold winter nights,
A mother willingly feeding her,
Miniscule share to her little one.
Adding hunger to her bag of plights,
With a gentle smile on her face.

I understood a mother that dayJ

A rose that I had kept in a diary,
Hidden or perhaps forgotten.
By the one who had given it,
In a moment of craziness.
The fading petals crumbling,
At the slightest touch,
Just like the pieces of heart.

I understood pain that day.

I grew out of fairy tales,
Stopped believing in “happily ever-after”
A pessimist, some called me,
I don’t care anymore.

My rare smiles grow even more brittle,
And my laughter is silent.

I m still a child...

How do I will overcome from my craze?

Because, even Toda

y….I eat chocolates.

Though I taste bitter truth of life.

I pick up roses,

Though the thorns hurt me.

I run with the wind,

Though there are stones on the way.I

dance in the rain,

Though the sky is lightening.

I play with Friends,

Though I can see their masks.

I smile spontaneously,

Though there is pain in the heart.

I take a walk at seaside,

Though the shore is unfaithful.

I read fairy tales,

Though happy endings are impossible.

I sleep tight,

Though the dreams are breaking.

I live the life at its fullest,

Though I know the END

How come I will overcome from my these craze?

Because, even Today,
I am still a Child….