An Innocent Voice

Beneath the bed

I wandered, you to be present.

Oh God! I know you are not alive.



Please come, let me die.

Here and where between a silence,

I cried.

Unseen retained their glory,

Through the year, it’s what you are.


Engage… inhabit… establish….


Do what easy possible.

I am worried of you,

Not of mine.

So I bother where you are?

See! True let me whisper,

People….Yes! Those whom you have created.

Making of your fool, pretending what you,

They are.


Allash! Why I am telling you.

Everything is which you know.

Let me…. Please let …  Let me,

Come across, I want just understand you,

That what you are, and

Just want to dig inside why you are.

And beg you an answer,

Why you are?


You know I myself afraid of you,

Where, there you proved me wrong.

And then, you tried to show me,

That yes you are.

But in actual, forgive me please

It’s not who you are.


The Word I carry for you….

Sharing my thoughts with you,

Face a barrier……………..sometimes,

Perhaps! Always.

This world pursue only virtuality,

And we are part of it.



I too wander sometimes for “Why?”

But Answer always denied.

I might say, I am not to accept,

This all in the same way.


I modified myself a bit,

And turned myself in a hard rock.


You know rocks either get broken or get sculpt.

But true behaviour remains the same.


This is a hard truth to believe,

The point differs from where I see.

Just because I am living the same,

Life must not the same.


Sorry! I just went a step ahead.

Well! I don’t want to resemble anybody in this world,

I am who I am,

And wish to be same in future.


Fifteen Days to live

I have been left with,
Fifteen more days.


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,

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.

A offer to Let you Go…..

If my senses being jammed,
And If you feel I can’t.
It’s your fault that missed,
The edge of my thought,
My heart never die,
And it will  you watch me by,
If I could smell that wine,
Once your lips brought me, Do i lie? 
That will enough; to recognize
The love within my veins,
Runs like wind at high,
If you stand apart,
at the door of my heart,
I will feel you by my side,
In the air, in the water, in the fire of night watch..
Don’t you ask me to let you go?
Ask you to just pass…
My love is true, says divine of my heart,
You walk and see I will stand for you,
At the door, to watch, without fear, without tears,
Like a pot full of flowers, just smiling,
And waiting to catching your last watch.
If you feel you can be without me,
I will be without you,
No No… without your presence……..

People with face



People with face,

Either Man or Woman,

In the companies, with interest.

In Life, with wealth and shack.

Always creates a break…..

Beautiful, in case,

People will definitely, Get engage,

Will trying to, raise their moments,

To know, to swallow their faith,

Will spend a bucket of money,

Just to kill their predicted-loneliness,

Uglier if face, in case

Does it alarm the same?

No matter, heights of their work, and faith,

Involving them just a fake,

To get rid on their psychology,

Just pretended to make them feel good,

Let them work, to raise their own cash,

Yeah people with face,

Just gambles to them,

Who standing in rain,

Without cover, without chain.