Difficult Perception

Dedicated to some one I used to know..

When the times are bad and you’re sensitive

Even the misery of a beggar can hurt you

Lack of opportunity of a crippled poor child can hurt you

Every thought is miserable and every word you hear is caustic

When reality is far painful than the scariest dreams

Every person fakes and everyone is a selfish soul

When only the bad side of everything is looked upon

People would have something to say for the holiest of all

When the toxicity inside you spills out and destroys the world around you

Even the good people around you seem disgrace to you

Lack of understanding with friends can hurt you

Every word pierces exactly where it hurts the most

When it’s hard to explain and easier to move on

Everyone holds his ego and compromising doesn't seem option at all

When you’re bent to break off even at all the costs

People would have nothing to hold you back at all

When you think you’re so comfortable in the world around you

Even your good friends you think, wear a false mask around you

Lack of insight and clarity of thoughts can hurt you

Every action of theirs, you recall in the past hurts you

When you think you should only poke people when they’re needed

Everyone you contact, still doesn't ignore you and help you.

When you still say those people have no ego or self esteem of their own.

People would have lost their humanity once and for all.

Never ever test the patience of a calm, simple and helpful friend

For you would loose everything and regret it later on.

When you think that radical changes are required in this world 

Be the spark that ignites and spread happiness to others 

Start implementing the change the world needs and inspire the world

Humanity dwells even in wildest of us all

Never loose hope even in darkest times of all

Look at the goodness that prevails in all

World is just a mirror reflecting your thoughts for all

Change your thoughts, clean the mirror and let the bright light reflect the goodness in all.

the world needs pioneers who can inspire the world

Be the voice, don't strive to be the echo.

  

In Solitude

Sitting in my room alone

Feeling the breeze through my bones

No motion no sound no lively people around

Blank mind empty thoughts silence prevails all around

Sitting in my room alone

I try to recollect memories

Looking within rather looking around

Judging my actions accepting my faults

Accusing myself and others involved

Criticizing myself of deeds I did and others I forgot

I'm Lethargic and stubborn though

Yet Proven dolt and pugnacious

Judging friends analyzing their actions

From kind to pander

Stubborn to tractable

coy to doughty

some are simple some are naughty

some are genuine others are sham

I guess I have a world within

All noted actions are judged upon

Its all fiction and nothing more

Who am I to judge or label someone

Things change people change as the conditions change

With experience you get it all

Trusted friend mustn’t be doubted at all

Once mistrusted give them chances no more

Remember the heart don’t leave your mind

Convince the two and make actions likewise

As these volatile thoughts fade away

I prepare myself for the journey that awaits

Taking it slow paving the way

I wish the breeze would blow me away

The Beasts Within

As I move away drifting apart from my root

Seems like a man of passion is turning brute

Left with no time for pursuit

Killing the passion of a recruit

Worse is the scenario hard to compute

Like an alien land is chosen to enroute

Thriving somehow despite impute

Made a lively person mute

Still pursuing the unknown route

Thinking of fame I still commute

Ready to kill for the ultimate fruit

Chances of survival are bleak to permute

Like a pack of cards we all rout

As the stronghold tends to dilute

One thinks of life and fears disrepute

Eventually turning diamonds to soot

Fragrant bodies with souls pollute

Blinded by success in pursuit

Some may agree but many refute

People snoot even if one deserves salute.

To gain success they would even shoot.

I seem to enjoy the toot

At times I outshoot sometimes I undershoot.

Staining your soul and being imbrute

Ultimately either you’re part of loot or you enjoy the loot

Depending on your deeds on the route

People will finally impute

Last man standing deserves all the fruit

What is Love?

Love is a feeling shared by two
Bonds you firmly with a glue
It drives you even to derring-do
Or refreshes you like the dew

Its when you enjoy a silent do-si-do
Or don’t bother about a whoop-de-do
Discovering love is a feeling of ooh
Kicks you up and is easy to pursue

It’s expressed by countless Billets-doux
Its not asked for but endued
Not expressed by just writing in the loo
Lust is not what we ensue
True love is rare enjoyed by few


Love is like flu
Ends up making you fordo
Memories stuck up with goo
Be it old be it new
Some people screw others rue
This is how we all grew

To express love you don’t need a guru
Everyone experiences this hitherto
It’s not a stroke you can miscue
Love is a feeling you always knew
There is nothing you can misdo

But still people find it hard to continue
It seems easy to slew
Love always ends up with a ow
Could be because of a pooh-pooh
World could seem like a long queue
Love ain’t something you can redo
The end draws a painful review
Memories haunt that can’t be shooed
Charming princess seems a shrew
Emotions piled up spills up like spew

Love ain’t a state of stew
Nor is it something subdue
Love is permanent like a tattoo
Most importantly its true

Love is what I felt for you
You won’t disagree with my point of view
Was I bewitched or was it a voodoo
It finally turned connoisseur to a yahoo