Love is prayer

When someone live only for you
it may be called as love
but it is not love
it's none other than luck

When the luck is the only reason
you tend to live on earth
it may be called as madness
but it's none other than fate

when the fate is the only cause
you extend your gratitude
it may be called as a ritual
but it's one other than prayer

when the prayer is the only way
you pretent to be active
it may be read as fear
but it's none other than love.

Death Door

Such a nice evening
may never turn again
After a tiring day
I was just flowing in malls

people were smiling
breez is tracing me
dreaming of buying things
I was just flowing in streets

tide of thoughts goes silent
heavenly hug by lights
flying to distant hut
where I live alone

hey, where I live alone
and neighbours are far away
hey, nobody knows anyone
this is a selfish world

skiping a nap on bed
stripping for shower in bath
after a busy day
I was enjoying hot rain

Such a nice evening
may never turn again
After the towel massage
I was just floating on air

when I tried for liver down
door was not opening
I was just exhausted
no one here to hear me

death was not far away
I brock down the exhaust fan
I could not sense any being
peeping through the slot

breath was getting blocked
fingers covered with bood
tried to break the plank
handle was brocken down

I could smell a tagedy
somewhere inside a wagon
time is flying through thoughts
blood is just clotting on hand

beating on the door holes
and then kicking on the walls
saying many thanks to god
the door was just opened up

I was just tired all the way
and lying on the floor
tears were not there to drip
as sweat has drunk everything

Such a nice evening
may never turn again
After a tiring day
I was just sleeping on floor.

Journey

Sometimes, I sense a stranger who's always playing with my turns...
or else why my wings enfeebled with these many falls and rises..
I wished to fly alone in my own defined spaces...
but so many mysteries badly ending with me; always...
exposed to the most nakedness of this world...
it was truly heart breaking at the launch.....
now I 'm used to the whole lot traumatizing the sole...
a devine surrender blessed with the new sun shine....
But, all the imprints I 've bestowed are on the best interests of one and all
though it's the toughest game of this globe......
I 'm little pleased and wholly serene, right a way ...
after all the tremors, though it's called destiny...
And the story continues in the holy spins....

Your Moon

I wish to be the moon...
to make you more glad..
I 've got dark and deep scars..
but I will shower only silver rays..
and reflect the goodness and wishes..
when you are most romantic...
I wish to be the moon...
to make you more cherished...
when you feel lonely in the day turns..
I will cheer you with warmth and dreams...
and more care to yield fresh breath
I will be the proof of life, watching you around..
when everyone sleeps without sense..
and I will be your ever trusted friend...
I wish to be the moon...
to make you more light in spirits
when you are in my cool hug...
you lose the egos, feeling the ether...
you can float and fly on me...
since I am your moon...as I wish to be so.
I may come to lend you a light shoulder..
to cry upon when the sun is nowhere around you
and to feel I am your true moon