Like  someone isolated in a single  car.

Whether you make or you mar

or  you  initiate  a  healthy  war

All these  things  are  worthless  so  far,

leaving  aside  you  as  the  single  star

The day  you  die, you are  just  born

You  can  be  killed, your  spirit can’t  be  torn

Surrounded  by hypocrite friends  and  enemies  hypothetical

Making  your  every  moment  so  critical

Even  enjoyed  your deepest cuts,

remembering  that  the  darkest  hour  has  only  60  minutes

You  alone  have  to  face  the  critics

when  everything  surrounded  turned  into  bricks

Still  you  survive  in  between

a  world  which  is  so  mean -

to  take  advantage

whether  you  do  a  job  or  you  study  in  a  college

You  always  recover  from  your  past

whether  you  were  placed  first  or  at  the  last

Hardly  anyone  helps  you  rise

Still  you  fly  faster  than  all  the  flies

Like  all  the  books  in  the  library,

your  name  is  also  isolated  in  His  diary

You are  alone  even  in  a   group

though  your  life  follows  a  closed  loop

You  have  no  allies  but  only  agents

You  are  a  superpower  like   the  colourless  paints

God  is  alone. Even  He  is  isolated

You  are  the  only  one  whom  he  created

You are  your  father, you  are  your  mother

You are  your brother, you  are  your  sister

Everone  surrounded  is  only  you

It’s  you  and  you  alone  in  the  queue

Sun is  alone, so  is  the  moon

You  will  leave  your  clone  at  the  darkest  noon

With  the  same  pain, the  god  lets  you  off  the  freedom

Which  he  gave  the  day  you  were  created

and  which  you  enjoyed  during a stardom  which  was  isolated.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at STARDOM ISOLATED.

Master of sinners is Devil the great
For the rest,God decides their fate
Sinners reach the Hell after they die
The rest claims Heaven,don’t ask why

Dead ones are classified and then processed
Sent to the planet as per the rules once said  -
“Men  are  from  Mars , Women  are from Venus
Boys are  from  Saturn and  Girls  from  Uranus
Students  are  from Pluto,Teachers are from Neptune
Saints are from  the Sun and  Sinners from the Moon”

Only the  Children deserves the Earth
Since they are not criminals by their birth
They grow up only to destroy  the nature,to cut down the trees
They learn to fill their stomachs  with  the  honey  of  the bees

In  the  Planet  where they  are sent
They  are  taught  what  their  life  meant
They  are  taught  about  their  limitations  and  what  all  they  can
Before their  birth,they  know  their life-span

They  are  ready  to  reach  the Earth
Only  when  seven  others die, they  are  given  a  birth
This cycle  goes  on  like  an  endless  tie
Since  they  are  born  only  to  die
There may  be  some  contradictions  and  some other faith
But  this  is  my  theory  about  life  after death.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Life After Death.

I am a wave, HE is the guide
Still HE never takes my side
Never does HE  answers , always ignores
Well , that’s the destiny I endorse

As  usual , the days  passed  by,
Every night I used to weep and cry
For something I didn’t possesss
For something which HE gave me the  less
But one night everything changed around  me
To  re-register  my  faith in the presence of  HE

That dark night , I asked -

” Shower  your grace
  Beautify my face
  Make  me  look  handsome
  Set  my  life  less  cumbersome
  Let  me  grow  healthier
  And  show  me the  ways  to  become  healthier ”

For  me, the  biggest mental freak
That  bleady  dumb  didn’t  speak
At  the  time  for  a fresh  day  to start
I  went  to  the  bed  with   a  hope  in  my  heart
I  woke  up  only  to  see  a  dark  scar  on  my  face
Perhaps  his  only  path  to  be  examined  under  a  trace

And  then  I  heard -

” Both  God  and  Devil  are great
  Both  creates  and  masters  your  fate
  But  Devil  responds to  the  greedy
  And  God  responds to  the  needy ”

I  made  a  mistake  only  to  conclude
Optimism  is  good , but  greediness is  what  you  should exclude
Keep  smiling  and  believe in  the  God
Because  that  Devil  is  ultimately  a  frowd
After  such   a  miraculous  power  presentation
I  have  nothing  left  to  say  about  that  last  conversation.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at That Last Conversation.

FROM    BLACK-BOARD    TO    PROJECTORS

THE   EDUCATION   SYSTEM    HAS   NEVER    BEEN    DIAPHONOUS

EVERYTHING   HAS   CHANGED    WITH    BREVITY

STILL    IT    REMAINS    DETRIMENTAL   TO   THE   KNOWLEDGE   SOCIETY

BEING   A    DENIZEN   TO   THE   LIBRARY,   COME   ACROSS   A   LOT   MANY   BOOKS

SELDOM   ,   AGAPED   TO    SEE    GOOD    ONES   NEVER   ISSUED

THE   BOOK- WORM   STUDENTS   ARE   OMNIPRESENT

HOWEVER,    LOW    COGNIZANCE    WON’T    MAKE    THEM   COMPLACENT

DESULTORY   TRANSACTIONS    LEAD   ONLY   TO   POOR   DENOUMENTS

EARTH -   WORM     TEACHERS   ARE    THE   TRUE   SOCIAL   RODENTS

DOCTORS   NEED    MEMORISING   TRICKS  , ENGINEERS    DO    NEED    THE    SAME

MINISTERS   NEED    CRIMINAL   RECORD   AND     SAINTS     LIKE …  NEED   TO  SHAME

ORIGINALITY    HAS   LOST   IT’ S     CREDENTIALS   AND    XEROX    AT   IT’ S    PEAK

MARKS    ARE    OVER – EMPHASIZED    ENGULFED   WITH   THE    KNOWLEDGE – LEAK

DIDACTIC   ACHIEVERS   DON’T    SERVE    THEIR   COUNTRY

THEY   FEEL    BETTER   TO    OPT   OUT   OF    THIS    UNHOLY    TREACHERY

DEMAGOGUES   RULE    THE   ROOST    IN   DECISION   MAKING

PLAYING   WITH   OUR   FUTURE   THROUGH    DELUSIVE    RISK –TAKING

THEIR   DERANGED    BEHAVIOUR    DENIGRATES   THE    COUNTRY’S   STATUS

STILL   EVERY   WORD    THEY     UTTER   IS   GIVEN   HIGH   IMPETUS

CONCAVE   CURRICULUM ,    BLIGHTED   MINDS

OUR   EDUCATION   SYSTEM   IS    THE   WORST   OF   IT’ S   OWN   KIND

EFFICIENT   CHEATING   AND    MAL- PRACTICE   MAKES    A   MAN   GREAT

HARD -   WORK    AND    SINCERITY    MAKES       A    MATTER   OF   HATE

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at A MATTER OF HATE.