Ozy(wo)mandias......... (a little effort to imitate)

Saw a crowd on the city roadside.

People said: a little girl with a bamboo stick

Swinging in the air, on the rope, between the poles

Well balanced, performing for the day.

Her father selling their hunger and poverty,

Staged to earn the lifeless thing called “money”,

Hoping to be showered at the end,

but not by everybody.

"Her name is Ozy(wo)mandias,

the Queen of Poverty- Look upon Her struggles,

ye Mighty, and despair!” But nothing remains,

round the deserted crowd

whose hands and hearts are bare enough.

Rain Drops

Miles and Miles

Travelled- I

wanting to

differ others

Falling

on your head

sliding into

your breath

tasting

your lips

and staying

forever in

your little heart.

Or least

I want to melt

my whole

on your

transperent body

drawing

stripes on you

'a love stripes'

Empty Heart

We fly like

the winter flies

Under the

Bright sun,

in the

warm eve.

Leaving no

clues for people

to track our

Independence

of today,

Hoping

the day after

will remain same as now.

Chatting

Fighting

Gossiping

Grousing.

We get tired,

We get bored,

We get irritate,

We get Joy.

In everything

For everything.

We feel satisfied.

and wanting

nothing in the world

But

Why our hearts feel empty?

At the end of the Day.

Grouse

Love is innocent.
Dont give it a role
and grouse.
When it lacks the same.

Introspection

Am I?
Did I?
Is It?

I Don't know...!
May be I am......?

Why cant I?...
It is because of you....
Isn't it?

No....
Im sorry!

Hmm..
I can't...
I won't...

Nee-e-d a bit -of
"Rea-li-sa-tion"

Ah- a- a
Give me -Give me
S o m e
TIME..........??!!----

Rescue/d

In the sea of err's

I sank

Some came

To save my life

Holding and

Dragging me out of it

But fearing a Huge wave

I Slipped

and went back

Thank God

Atleast they are safe