Hard Days Of Life

One shoulder up another,

Deep down,

Work tampered my thigh,

And Stressed my back,

Thousand tones of weight, seems

Burden of donkey’s neck,

Hard to bear, without a tear…..

But should Calm the chest,

Without hardship, could any one

himself got raised.

With surplus of heavy talk,

Let us keep over slow walk.

Hard days of life,

It’s a play in forward mode,

Just to watch the moves,

And to prepare as smooth.

Its a consignment to complete,

In way of boom,

To resist the temper,

And perform as long jumper.

Time to stick with goal,

If destabilized,

There will be,

No moon, no sky,

Only remains a shadow,and

A dusty loom…

Hard days of life, are

to make, not 

to destroy.

Destruction in lap,

That mean,

Lack a few moments of courage.

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Demon Inside

I don’t see beyond the Eyes,

When they shutdown in Night,

The view of Light,

Remains caught inside…

But this Night,

I dreamed some,

Horrible, terrifying,

View look like..

Which I never gazed,

Never as a single look,

Then where they come from?

Having pillow at near,

At hearts side,

I wandered for these horrifying,

Giant…..

Where did they come from?

where did I counter wit this sight?

No…..No….. Never

I realized.

Do these all inside?

Am I hiding these inside?

What a bullshit!

I am not,

I never be thought of,

I never did as like,

Then why? But

What if I would?

What if I become the same?

The demon, people keeps inside,

When comes out,

Depends on what they desire.

What should I do?

How do I not be as like?

Thought!

Thought!

Ending night…………and

Morning arise.

 

Got publish in International Journal of research for studies in English Language and Literature (Link- Demon Inside)