Innate Wanderer

Life is short and it’s hard to conquer You wander between the wood Thinking about the swirling feather in the wind Leaves that are falling are the memories of tree It helps then to grow taller and wiser So are the gone years of our life There is no new way to life then you see Success is only measured when you have set the goals Be free and live without failure of life Be the feather in wind Be the tree that grows more leaves Be the mountain that stands tall no matter who climbs it Be the river that reaches the ocean no matter how many rocks it has to collide with Be the sun and stars of your life because they never set for themselves Do not wait for the others to be the star or the moon There is light in you and amplify it and lead your way

You came, you saw You conquered my flaw I got changed and sane You came in like summer rain Drenched me to my soul When you left there was a hole You lasted enough to reach my core Then a summer wind came Becoming words of catastrophe It took away the happiness and joy Maybe this rain was a plot like a troy Came to end the city and its love Intentional and unintentional was the game  Whatever it was i still lost my name

Humanity, when did it came into existence and what is its purpose? First half of that question has been answered by science, religion and many other societies. But the second half of the question is yet a mystery to us.   What is it that drives us? We ourselves have claimed that we are the superior of all the living things. We claim that we are the free and above all the remaining living beings. We cage other animals and gaze at them whenever we want to. What makes us do that? The one thing that makes us do that is to prove the reality of our freedom. We need proof to believe that we actually are free. When we see a caged animal or bird, we realize that it has no freedom to do whatever it wants to do but we have such power. Is freedom has to be proved by something else or someone else’s suffering and inability to do certain things. But what actually is freedom. It is just doing certain things that others cannot do or it is something that is beyond any other persons or a...

Walking for the decades and miles Dead weight and worthless as flies Bound to end and suffer while alive Selfishness and materialistic is the drive I see you all and for what you are Immoral and vanity is your layer Above all else you think you lay One fall, and You break like all other pot clay Righteousness is your outer face When rubbed hard, Will reveal your monstrous menace Showing the fake identity is your play That is only the means to truth’s delay In the end,   It will always be the reality that will prevail Fake faces and layers will be the first to fail

All across the distance between us Distance is what that bind us Caring does not care the distance We could be one and all any instance I still have the scent of your fragrance. That makes me forget the distance Distance can never put our love in cage We still have that sparking lustful rage

Joys of celebration ringing on your ear Smiling and happy people in every rear What was missing? Happiness, joys, and serenity Dancing in the floor with crowd Music and celebration so loud Mideast of all I was dancing for formality I was wandering far from the reality I am dancing with the whole world Yet a shivering and lonely feeling of cold Fast and speedy has this dance become But pain increasing inside me that I have to overcome Enjoyed by others this mutual touch of dance I alone feeling like its dance to call the menace The touch that will end soon Feeling will be with moon Said that everyone will be here  End of happiness And that will show true and fare Dance will become a march of dead And soon no one will even share one crumb of bread Evil that resides in us as selfishness and greed Will take over the happiness and will breed No more dance and mutual touch of attachment Killing and betrayal will be final and detachment Soon I will be dancing again In the pool of ve...

Wondering the sanity of being Reasons and purpose of living Middle of fire of insanity Drifting in the realms of vanity So peaceful, oblivious and empty Yet feared of own safety Mind becoming craftier on destruction Body bind by signals of mental function Edge of tower and fear of height Body doesn’t want it Yet mind always wins the fight Falling down and swift whispering of air Then the mind realizes that it’s not fare.