WALK THROUGH THE DARK

for the few who walk through the dark
determination in mind, heaviness in heart
a road makes the way, under their feet
destiny pushes world, to play their part

for the few who walk through the dark
eyes full of dreams, shining like stars
a light guides them, secretly from behind
even success struggles, to be at par


they are envy of the man, and envy of the god
they make their own way, decide their own path
world on their feet and sky torn apart
for the few who walk through the dark.

QUESTION OF NATURE

trees come and trees go, rocks come and rocks go,
moments are passing like falling drops of rain in a row.

clouds wait some more, waiting to listen a story or a rhyme,
but disappointed they return, leaving vastness of sky, emptiness of time.

thousands of land, millions of grass, question in their eyes, puzzle in their look,
flying butterflies over the bush, like searching for answer in some religious book.

wires traveling from tower to tower, without a begining without an end,
wind is gushing aimlessly, randomly, between sky and the land.

rivers are still, rivers are quite, waiting for dams to give them a way,
asking the question - whom to ask ? and whom to pray ?

a train travel in midst of all, wants to listen, wants to talk,
live between them, sing with them, have a chat and have a walk.

but minds of passengers are empty with thought,
like a brazen land in midst of a drought.

destiny has made two sides of coin, one is on the show because other one is in vain,
nature asks question from running train and train is mute till the question remain.

I AM THINKING

i dream of sky, but i am afraid to fly,
and by climbing ladders no one reaches high,

i dream to win, but unable run on the lines,
even when i walk i stop sometimes,

i dream of success, but i am burdened by loss,
and all my hard work depends on a toss,


but one thing, slowly, inside me is sinking,
at least i am thinking.