A NARCISSUS

A NARCISSUS

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Why is it always about me?

Why is it always about my dreams?

Why am I occupying my own thoughts?

Why about whom I love or with whom I fought?

Why am I my own inspiration?

Why indulge in self-praise and admiration?

Why I draw my bounds and limits?

Why believe I own every hours and minutes?

Why do I have to take my own decisions?

Why do I have those million reasons?

Why do I trust myself?

Why look in me for my confidence?

Why write my own songs?

Why pick my rights from my wrongs?

I am just one small grain of sand in the heap

Eventually to be lost forever in the bottom deep

And yet I go on and on and on and on...

The selfish Narcissus that matters to no one!!

CHANGED: A LOST CHILDHOOD

CHANGED: A LOST CHILDHOOD

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Where gone are those days?

I’ve lost all my old ways

Have I changed?

Or is it the time running unchained!

Where is that bright sunny smile on my face?

Tensions and confusions got me and a fake one in its place

Have I changed?

Or is it the time running unchained!

Where are my dolls that were always in my care?

Buried in some old boxes, I no more wanna play

Have I changed?

Or is it the time running unchained!

Where are those butterflies that I used to chase?

They are still there but I got no moments to waste

Have I changed?

Or is it the time running unchained!

Why do the colors from the rainbow seem to fade?

Life seems monotonous with a single color grey

Have I changed?

Or is it the time running unchained!

Where are my innocent childhood days?

Lost as I ascent every step of stair called “age”

Yes! I have changed

For better or worse, only time will tell!!

Disappointed

Disappointed

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. . But no more (at least for a while)

I'd rather cry and shed some tears

I am so tired of faking that smile

Dead are dreams, alive are my fears

The story is long, longer than the Nile

Do not pretend that you want to hear . .

A CRY FOR HUMANITY

As the GOOD triumphs over the EVIL, lets pray that our HUMANITY successfully combats the demon called POVERTY . . . .

A CRY FOR HUMANITY

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Hello are you listening?

This isn’t a poem nor a song to sing

This is a cry, an earnest one

So just listen and let know everyone

That all children who love fairytales,

Don’t live one themselves

Because in their impoverished life –

They are trying to meet ends

That all children who are born

Don’t have the good care and proper hygiene

They are the ones called the homeless

Deprived of basic amenities and environment clean

That all children in their childhood

Are not playing with bright colors and toys

Their innocence is crushed

They are unaware of life’s simple joys

That all children growing up

Are not educated enough to spell their own names

They never had the time and resource

Enslaved and burdened they live their life of shame

That all these children who live the hard life

Each of them has a dream in their tired eyes

Battling hunger, thirst and for shelter to survive

Victims of poverty, illiteracy and ofcourse time

Wondering how lucky and privileged I am

All my grumblings for stuff and my loss –

What was that for?

Does that really matter?

When I know what these kids never got!

The least we can do is practice humanity

And join hands to fight the demon called poverty.

THOSE THAT MATTER ... AND DON’T

THOSE THAT MATTER ... AND DON’T

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FAMILY

There are those who are next to God for me

The three wonderful people I call my family

Includes my parents and li’l brother deary

Without them I wouldn’t have been living this life possibly

FRIENDS

There are those who have been and still are here

The greatest gift to me, my friends all dear

With whom my joys and secrets I share

And in times of distress I know they are near

ABOMINATES

There are those from core of my heart I hate

Although they are numbered few

I believe meeting them was part of my fate

And I forgive them but forget I will never

STRANGERS

And there are those who mean nothing to me

They are the strangers my fellow beings

Some just voyeurs for reasons I will never find

And some good Samaritans boon to mankind

SPECIAL

There is someone somewhere very special

Only for me he is there for sure in real

Waiting for the time when we will meet

And he will sweep me off my feet!!