Dreams - I

In this life, When nothing is as it seems

then We take it on ourself to make real our dreams

everyone dream for their own reason

some dream for sunshine and some for rainy season

the question some people ask is that

can really all dreams come true

to that i said "you can not get

oranges from where apples grew"

but the thing is that i can be wrong

about power of a person's dreams

because if his will is strong

even a weakling can defeat great teams

you see, our dreams areas grand as our imagination

if a dream turns to reality,a person can move a nation

though you cannot control your dreams

but your dreams can control you in every way

because in order to get what you dreamt

it tells you how to act and what to say

so i think, this unconventional relation 

between you and your dreams, you cannot break

you can simply just be persistant

about getting what you want, for your dream's sake

My Two Worlds

Watching things as they pass me by
Some of them are truth, some of them are lie

Sometimes i look at the ground
Sometimes i loop up to the sky
Sometimes, for no reason, i laugh, 
sometimes, for no reason, i cry

I am divided between two worlds
One is mine and one is not
One was created by me
And in the other i was brought

One is full of hope
And the other cruel and real
In one i don't speak anything
And in the other i say what i feel

My heart works in one
But my mind works in two
Even when i am sitting idle in one
In the other i have so much to do

For the past few years
I am in the middle of a battle
Both worlds are trying
To prove their mettle

It does not matter which one wins
Because i will end up with the loss
Either i will end up insane
Or end up on a cross

Our Fights

We live in a world
Where no distance is too far
We all are living together here
Yet we all are fighting our own war

Some fight for their freedom
Some fight to enslave
Some fight to kill
Some fight to save

Some fight to be alive
Some fight for a quick death
Some fight to count their money
Some fight for a single bed

Some fight for a peaceful sleep
Some fight to keep themselves awake
Some fight to give back to people
Some fight to steal what they lack

Some fight to make themselves heard
Some fight to keep others quiet
Some fight to raise a issue
Some fight to create a riot

Some fight for their lost love
Some fight with whom they get along
Some fight to make things right
Some fight over all things wrong

Still my mind is fighting my hands
As there are lot of fights it wants to tell
But my hands are telling my mind
Why write everyones personal hell......

Need A Reason To Go On

Anything i ever wanted 
or ever had is now gone
I cant do this anymore
I have no reason to go on

The future i don't know
And present i cant control
I do not understand this world
I do not understand my role
This confusion, this powerlessness
Now Has taken its toll
My body wants to fight
But it is getting difficult for my soul

Everything goes right till
In the end where it all goes wrong
As soon as i build or arrange a block
A little later nothing is where it should belong

I wonder sometimes is this life
Really a gift or god just was looking for fun
Was it given to us to cherish
Or was it god's best pun

In the end i want to say this to god
I have fought many battles but none i have won
Give me a sign, tell me where this life headed
Because right now i am desperately looking for a reason to go on