Cold buildings,Towering tall,No privacy By the window.Large boards,Blank spaces,Empty hearts,Corporate machinesCharging robots every night.Hear! Hear!Prepare!For another day of tedium.No one knowsWhere they are going,Though they know Where they are coming from.Bleak lobbies,Painted walls,Missing art,Misplaced hearts.Spruced rooms,Grimy insides,Long tables,Scarce foodCoach you to Eat in solitude,Teach you
Yes, world!Make me feel special for a day!Then forget me,Like you always forget peopleWhen you don’t see them every day.You move onFrom one present to another,So do I,But with a birthday hat,And a pooper,That I always bringTo my own party.How badly do I seekThe need
Looking left,Thinking right,Waiting for the time of my lifeWith hours in my hourglass,Stars in my mind,I can play with the sandAll my life,And still houseThe beach in my eyes,And forbear my indulgence. Frolic with the wind,Juggle with my luck,Yet hope for youTo come down that
Hogging my space,On your face,Lives a minor inconvenience –A pimple on the shell,A little piece from hell,That only appearsWhen I think of love,For it nudges my lipsWhen I want a kiss,It gives me blood,But gives you love,For it has found a spotRight on that cheekWhere
I wake up every morning,Nauseous and knowingOf a badgering that goes rogue in my head.While the path up ahead,Twists and twinesEvery logic I have in my tread. I falter my wayWith the image of a day,That can’t seem to forget the night,For the night was
Crawling towards a goal,Whilst the world drifts clueless,Living in a hole,I might be a bit less Than what makes them happy,I have often loud wondered,Their lives could be crappy,Hadn’t our makers blundered. “If it were all a study,What remains to learn?What peeves you O buddy?Don’t
कभी रोका ही नहीं ,कभी टोका ही कहाँ ?खुले मैदान में दौड़ लगाने से ,पत्थरों की बिछी चादर पर ना जाने कितने कांटें थे ,सब चुभ जाने थे ,सब छिप जाने थे मेरी चौकस नज़रों से ,आवाज़ बन कर चिल्लाने थे ,आंसू बन कर बह
Unrest brews in my cup today. Life scares me to death. I am constantly harrowed by all the set of events that gradually arrays with bugles and trumpets winking at an announcement. A hereafter that I can’t see, awaits. The very idea of a hazed
Drawn to love,For he has hated enough,And sulked in his very own story,Like a hero who mustLearn to trust,These details aren’t as gory. What do you call a fool,Who tries to ruleA world he has lost twice?And he rolls still,In hopes to millA six out
Ordinary man,Go back to your ordinary life!Did you eat today?Did you sleep as muchAs you did yesterday?Did you say those words,You said so many times,You forgot what it means now?Did you breathe enough,So much that you took life for granted?Did you play a game to