Friday, 26 December 2014

Judgement of Past

i am leaving things behind
things that i cannot undo
i just have to try something
like replacing old with new

i have done some good in the past
but the memory of bad is what haunts
it is like watching god pick them up
as he waves and he flaunts

i have walked the path of my angels
i have followed my devil to hell
nobody knows when i was loved by light
but everybody remembers when i fell

i know that past is history
but history shapes the present
all i want is to ask for forgiveness
so my life could become pleasant

i do not beg in front of men
but in front of divine i bow
please overlook what i did
you can start judging me from now


Tuesday, 23 December 2014

A Wanderer

A drop of water
in a place of sand 
A single tree standing 
in a man owned land
A destitute eating 
in a place of grand
Little freedom in a time 
when all is banned

All of the above 
may come true for one
But they all give 
no hope for the rest
The world that 
we few want to live in
Can chew and spit out the best 

It is not like winning a lottery 
Or acing a test, for us
This evil crazy world will get us all
Whether one is last or the first

We fight with ourselves inside 
And with the outside world to survive
Just wanting to be ourselves 
And just to feel alive 

Because we know that Being oneself 
even for a second is all we need 
And every one in this common world 
Just want to make us bleed

Monday, 22 December 2014

A Silly Little Letter

I want to lay my heart out
For that i am writing this letter
Hope of being with you one day
Makes my day go better

You occupy my thoughts
Since the day i first saw you
No beauty comes closer to the time
When you walk into my view

I use to draw mountains and waters
that is where i saw myself one day
But ever since i saw you, my dear
I know all i want is to walk your way

For long, My pursuit has been for mind
But you make want to follow my heart
Never ever this has happened to me
I have started appreciating every work of art

I want to end this letter by saying
I am not perfect, i may not be worth it
But if there is a slightest of chance
Of seeing your smile, this silliness has been worth it