Fifteen Days to live

I have been left with,
Fifteen more days.

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The moment I start,
Counting it last.
I came with numbers,
Fifteen days to be humble.

This nature, those beauty,
Picks my hand and,
Create it fruity.

But I know where to end,
Will it stop me?
Oldish and useless trend.

My hands, my dreams,
Only fifteen days to live.

Can I fly or Jump other side,
Which will show,
New hide.

Or I live which amazes,
To my future and,
Buried old tradition.

Do my story end here?
Or, Will I create a new?

Do I count future as pain?
Or, Ends here to be remained.

Oh! Forgot to live,
My last fiteen day with whom,

I care, I love, I feel as me,
My dear, without fear,
My irony soul’s last tear.

I forgot to count,
That melody which never dies,
In his voice, and smile.

I walk below the path,
Let me walk,
Fifteen days to live.

Let double the days,
And multiply the nights,
Will spend together.

Let catch the moments,
Filled with joy,
Being together.

It’s hard to accept,
But not to avoid,
That I have fifteen day of my own.

Let me,
Fly over mountain,
Let me swim in sea,
Let me die being living.
It’s fifteen days to live.

Sorrow came in my tears,
Flow like old big rivers,
Would I done somthing wrong,
So, I left with only fifteen days of my own.

I tried to live beautifully,
I loved as I never did it,
I travelled in places untouched,
I slept night without being disturbed,
My body had different skin,
My breaths blew as twin,
Mine heart beat became faster,

Stop!Stop!
May be I credit his name.
But it won’t be any wrong.
I felt free in his arms,
I felt increasing my charm,
He accounts for these days.

But I want to be remained.
But I want to be remained.

Could love more than Wished

I could love you more than,
You wished.
But alignment of line,
Was not sure.

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We turned in all directions,
Sometimes my predictions gone wrong. It’s you or your beauty,
Which bind my hands.
It’s you or you vocals,
Which hide my voice.
It’s you or your arguments,
Which tide my flow.

Everything happend between,
Like a ideal pair of love.
But,
I could love you more, than
You wished.

It was you or your illegal conditions,
Which dragged me to stop.
It was you or your affections,
Which rolled my hope.

We were paragon of our kinds,
But we could lead others mind.
If I could love you more, than
You wished.

It was me or my fear,
Which led you to accept sorrow air.
It was me or my tear,
Which conviced you not to alarm a dear.

My part I played as a common man,
But,
You could love me more than,
I wished.

I am Book

I born to be a Book,
Pre titled..
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The moment I jumped out,
I faced to be a observer…
When I was growing,
I feed to be kind and helpfull…
Till twelf My pages was written with same ink…
The day I appeared to be grown,
They left me to become older…

I passed trough times in last few years,
Experimenting and analysizing,
The world, the people…

Now I grown to be twenty five…
I am fully written by society and mankind…..
I analysed and exprimented every single thing, I came across..

I am a book of my own Rules now,
I saw badness which seemed to be good..
I felt sorrow where there was no cry…
I flew without wings on my own way…
And I pulled back by my own soulmates….

From the childhood to a man, I used to drain from
Small to long rivers…
Little to huge mountains….
Narrow to wast oceans….

My pages were erased several times,
I crushed, smashed, slaughter and drained mythological truths,and I over written number of blinds…

Now, I am book of my own thoughts, my own blinds, my own truths, my own wishes and my own Rules….

Be Yourself

In your service let me devote,
Earth & myself.

Earth which possess my ownership,
And me with my dreams.

It’s not true, in my words,
Let you allow, yourself to serve.

My heart embark a song,
Keep yourself in your home.

Why would i lighten your lamp,
It sun who creates the rain.

My facts, don’t judge myself,
I can only have you and your blame.

I am here, with you dear.
Be you there, only with you dear.

Yeah! It’s thought to understand,
But its all which i had to drain.

It’s true, it’s true,
Wanna you to be yourself.

Not what i want to sing,
Inside your ear vanes.

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You are in my imagination

Whenever i swallow my thirst,
And run into the dry sand.
I searched your hand,
To feed my soul,
In this deep darkness of unknowns.
It’s a moment which brings me,
Nearer to lights of your character.
It’s a huge ocean of sorrow,
Which unites to break,
A commitment of being yours.
I am lucky amongst the thousand,
Feels standing, serving, and feeding my soul,
The lightness beneath the dark.
I totally emptied from the words of unknowns,
Who said ones, says now and will tell in future,
About your absences.
But i felt you in dreams, walking around,
And hugging me when i feels…

It’s love without boundaries, or
Boundary without love,
Don’t know…
But i can feel you, and heal my thirst,
Of being empty and alone…

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Mukhota….

With this ending year..2014… I came thorough lots of events which bring some actual facts of life, as i already described in my post, People with Face , yeah! its true no one is here which is true to other, even people pretends to be true to themselves but in real they are not, I am ending this year with a year which shows the dual behavior and personality of a human, hiding the facts which actually represents them, in this series I also stood at a high place, but i am true to myself, and to my heart……. 

I am planning to draw this sketch, from last 2 weeks but i completed it at last night, i shows my pain which i felt when a came across a group of people in year 2014……… I wish it will never repeat in 2015..

mukhota