Dying to live, living to die

There goes the love
bathing in the gloomy darkness
Its dark inside
darker than tonight's 'blackout'
Bodies everywhere, some died, some ripped
while others, waiting for one

Its not the death of the few hundreds
but of the millions, who were watching
A way when the hearts stop beating
of those who died, of those who killed

Lying on the street
waiting for my final terminous
Just a thought went across my senses
senses; though numb now, almost lost

"Is it what I longed for??"
I thought I know the answer
answer surely was "No", I thought
Alas, I was wrong or proved wrong

Time flew faster

--Its most “intresting” to wait for the one when you know
The one for whom you are waiting wont ever return back

--It hurts when your love goes away, but seems a PJ when
Someone says that your love won’t ever come back

--Its different, seems new to loose someone in this life
But makes stronger as you never loose anyone again

--It’s rare to love sum1 and get it back in return
So is the other way round

--Friends applaud, seems the show is over now
But when is the next one? I’m waiting

--Difficult, to love someone whom you hate
Impossible to hate the one you ever loved

--Waiting from tat very second you haven’t looked back
Not grown a single second, waiting in tat second only

Mistitle Beauty

“Some one teaches you the meaning of frenship & goes away
And you wait forever for the day of her return
To learn the way how to live without ‘em
And a day comes saying aloud
“She Can’t come back”
Today also my best moments I spend are with you
Fact been I don’t call ‘em Dreams any more…

Chanting hushes

I was there last twilight, till my silent moon came
Set beside my and asked
“For whom are you waiting Raj”?
Candid, but for me rather sad sign,
“How could it be other than you!!” I said

Only this and a few silent moments to fill that night
The sun came next day and I, just walked away
I remember I looked back once, just to give a smile
That’s it, that’s all
I remember someone was sitting there, that last time I looked back
She was there still…

Day when I Dreamt

“I died one day”
Everything stopped, seemed too weak
Nature around was cold, colder than myself
God today was silent, no psalms, no intones, everything too meek

And yes, a party, with me numb; someone called that day
My hopes, my dreams, my future; all went astray
From that day on, there was no future for me
All had tomorrow, with me nothing left to see

I tried to wake myself up, to do little more
Even when I knew, I did everything for sure
Money was there, my family I love
But still wanted to do little anew, big dreams to serve

“Many die daily”
Die off their wealth, love or health
The worst are those I remember I knew
Are those who die off their Dreams

Chirping was that bird’s dream
Aroma dreamt by that flower
Shining in dark once dreamt by my moon
Indeed living means dreams, nothing unknown, afar

And Pretenses Followed

I was there last twilight, till my silent moon came
Set beside my and asked
“For whom are you waiting Raj”?
Candid, but for me rather a sad statement,
“how could it be other than you !!” I said
Just this much and a few silent moments to fill that night

The sun came next day and I just walked away
I remember I looked back once, just to give a smile
That’s it, that’s all
I remember someone was sitting there, the last time I looked back
I believe in no one and no one believes in me...
So there was my no one sitting, believing in both of us

Theories turned Assumptions

Just saw the sun, settling in these pine trees
These snow topped mountains,
just got their last strike of sunlight
still could see the nature’s shade in them

Walking in that tropic,
Wonder who to call my friend
Deceptive, like the rest of the world it looked,
No paths, no roads; seems untouched from seasons

Only light in this darkness
Like only truth in 1000 lies
“Got her hand in my hand
and her shadow with mine”

And then was the snow fall
Each crystal was fresh and glittering
She asked “Am I more beautiful or the snow”??
I said “you are like these sharp stones”
and saw her shadow parting

I was standing alone
Hoping she will turn back,
Just once
And ask me why I said so

Friendship is not like snow bits
Beautiful but fragile; soft but feeble
Its like the mountain stones
Rigid, firm, forever

Neways, I stopped believing in realities
Now, I know stones are not real
Just little hard snow flakes
Waiting, for a summer