Need Mercy

Not you, nor my enemies, 
But my own deadly feelings; 
Which pain me very much, 
And left me alone with my screams.

My good-sided soul tells, 
Me not to forget her; 
'Don't make your spirit go into a sale, 
And never let her memories to blur.'

But my self-dependent heart, 
has already forgotten her name; 
It says 'How can you forget the hurt, 
And the scars which she made? '

And now between the two thoughts, 
I am being badly crushed; 
I can't control myself when my blood clots, 
On those wounds, which she flushed.

After every second I ask God, 
'Was the love between parents and child; 
Not much enough, that you had to find a hoard, 
to ruin those ones, who are mild? '

I may often lose this poem's rhythm, 
Becoz what happened to me; 
Changed me a lot and left me to become, 
a man being sucked by millions of plea. 

Remember my name

Just remember

I request you all Don't give me now, any fame; Just after my death, I want the world, to remember my name. If I've done any good thing, which influenced the world in a way; If you want me to bring the divine light, just remember my name. If you ask, 'Why should I? ' You're not wrong in your own eye; But when you'll try to examine my pen, You will be downed under your own question's shame. I'm not overclaiming nor lying, I'm just saying the ultimate truth; If you can't become a fan of me, You must haven't seen my real work. I request you all Don't give me now, any fame; Just after my death, I want the world, to remember my name.

Lost Spirit


O my restlessness! 
Tell me when you'll leave; 
I can't soften your hardness, 
As I've lost my spirit.
My spirit to fight, 
My spirit to unlock; 
To climb infinite height, 
And break the hardest block.

But now, it sounds like a dream, 
Coz I've lost my dignity; 
And no one returns my spirit, 
Neither the God's majesty.

Matter can not be created, 
Nor be destructed; 
This is the only reason for me to feel, 
That my enthusiasm is not wasted.

I always pen down to get it, 
But I am unable to find; 
I can not gather my pieces, 
As I am broken infinite times.

In this feeling-less crowd, 
No one is worth to trust; 
And if you ever dare to do, 
Just be ready to be badly crushed

My Sunday

Waiting for six days, 
Comes my Sunday.
This twenty four hours
Stands like a tower.
On which I climb up
Leaving on the ground all stuff.
But at the last moment
When I have to sleep, 
I have nothing just to say
that where's my Sunday? 

Waiting for six days, 
Comes my Sunday.
But this time my school work
ruins my all day.
I work like a soldier, 
Fighting on the border.
And this CCE says that
'You are disorder, 
You'll not get A1.'
It leaves me in tension.
I ask, Out of Seven days, 
Can't I enjoy My SUNDAY?

Lost spirit


O my restlessness! 
Tell me when you'll leave; 
I can't soften your hardness, 
As I've lost my spirit.
My spirit to fight, 
My spirit to unlock; 
To climb infinite height, 
And break the hardest block.

But now, it sounds like a dream, 
Coz I've lost my dignity; 
And no one returns my spirit, 
Neither the God's majesty.

Matter can not be created, 
Nor be destructed; 
This is the only reason for me to feel, 
That my enthusiasm is not wasted.

I always pen down to get it, 
But I am unable to find; 
I can not gather my pieces, 
As I am broken infinite times.

In this feeling-less crowd, 
No one is worth to trust; 
And if you ever dare to do, 
Just be ready to be badly crushed. 

Fear

From the ocean of feelings, 
There comes a term “fear”.
It feels to you, whenever
You face loneliness which you can't bear.

Papa says, ‘Fear is in your mind, 
It isn't real.’
But when I listen to my grandmother's stories
There comes a term “fear”.

Science says, ‘Ghosts are nothing, 
So that will not bring your tear, 
But now it's confusing, 
Then why they created this word, which he hear? 

Fear is here, fear is there, 
Fear is everywhere.
It just needs lackness
Of the power to bear.

I’m not scaring you, nor helping you
But for me, it always happens
That, from the ocean of feelings
There comes a term “Fear”. 

      I wonder

I wonder the man who first started feeding. I wonder what they ate first, I wonder how they came on the crust I wonder how they would have felt, When they found falling water from the sky; Were they scared, When they found brightening dots up, very high. I wonder the situation they'd have got, When they saw the first scary cloud. I wonder how loud would have been their shout, When they saw the first tornado, up and out. I wonder how they learnt to reproduce, I wonder from where they started their cruise. There's a lot of questions kept in my mind, I have infinite answers left to find. I shall always repeat it in my mind's under that I wonder, I wonder, just WONDER!