FOR THE LOST LOVE
Selling my sole, for the sins i have done
were being alive becomes hell
dying today becomes heaven
you told me what is love
but I never felt being loved
all you make me is guilty
gave me a sleepless sole
what if all your lies are true
and all your deeds are false
can that bring me happiness
with the time we have lost
what if this words are true
all the past behind is lost
what is you come back
fill the emptiness with you
all this lines are wrote for you
begging for you to be back
baby all this lines are true
hoping this words reaching for u
A PHOTO (on facebook)
24 students were lost their lives, just to take photo and to upload it on Facebook or to show their happiness to people, felt bad about it & wrote this, but remember your photo is much bigger than a photo that some likes :
my friends are calling at me
my parents are dreaming of me
my professor is witnessing it
the lord is ignoring it
my hands are stretching at sky
my legs can’t touch the ground
my breath is inhaling water
the existence is for minutes
CUSECS of water pushing me down
Sensing a boulder rolling on my leg
Screaming can’t be heard in fear
Water level grew above my head
Chillness of water stoping my senses
Boulder just rolled on to my chest
I can’t hear my ribs breaking
Sanity diluted by my ignorance
Sensing my smile slipping away
Remember my mother saying bye
Feeling the hopes of dad on me
Tears rolled out in search of parents
I do not know how long it is
But not long of hope to live
Fish staring at my eyes with joy
But at this time nothing else matters
Feet touching the waters for help
Sandals feeling the air touching
I can see a man staring at it
But my hand cannot come out
Just see my friends moving by
Can’t see them long enough
My head struck between the rocks
They are as hopeless as me
Night dying for a day to be born
Sensed a rescue boat around me
Sandals just slipped of my feet
The only hope of finding is gone
Dad looking at water at a distance
He could find me even in a crowd
But he couldn’t find me now at site
Now I sensed I am just a soul
Water current hitting my feet
Can’t sense my back bone crash
One question just questions me
What if i don’t like to be in photos
What if I stopped at home
What if I don’t like social networks
What if I lost my trains by whisker
What if, but all of it happened
EXISTENCE
No one asks the question
Why my existence existed
When the nations are doomed
When the children are crucified
Where is faith stored
Why stored in the temples
Why in the sacred books
But not in our hopes
Why is the poor starving
why are thoughts starving
Things can be seen in dark
Why is it called poverty
Most dreams die in seconds
Some dreams die in a month
Very few dreams lost till a year
Happiness became a dream
WE HAVE
We have rules, more than the constitution of the world
We have fears, greater than the depth of the ocean
We have vision, doesn’t look more than a month
We have courage, which sinks faster than titanic
We have anger, which can be shown at subordinates
We have thoughts, as high as the limit of the sky
We have efforts, which are as smaller as an atom
We have dreams, which can be conquered by a fool
We have excuses, even taking our last breath
We have patience, in par with the pope’s of the christians
We have hope, even when the world is at its end
We have achievements, but which will make none happy
if u have all this excuses i think its time for you to fight, because u will be forgotten by you and the world soon
VIDEO FOR ALL INDIAN GIRLS
PROUD TO PUT THIS VIDEO
BE SIMPLE BE A SAMPLE
SOME THING WE SHOULD LEARN
KILLING MY SOUL
KILLING MY SOUL
It is a wonderful crime without a death sentence even when billions of witnesses are present. Strangely no blood can be seen nor any tools are required for this murder, the more you kill it, the more followers you may produce.
I feel their is not much importance to my soul now a days, it is much tormented more than poverty of a poor person. It can be heard like the ring tones of the pretty mobile phones , which we are using now a days. Nor it has a colour of the papers which we carry in our purses, or it doesn’t have any identity like the pictures that keep updating on facebook every single minute. It’s faith is being questioned and it is taking fatal blows every single day but It has a make up kit of a miss universe, so that it could put a beautiful make up covered with a smile just a cheery n the ice cream. Many might even question the existence of it during the happy period and all the people who did not recognise it during the ignorance period, will come to know the presence of it in our body when they stay alone on the death bed, or when the loved one is taking their lost breath in front of for the lost time.
This world has pictured the evil as god, I think their is nothing wrong about that, but many few people feel bad while they are doing the things, that other people don’t even feel a pinch of the pain while doing the wrong thing. Initially its a very tough job, but even in the prostitute in the brothel house won’t enjoy her first intercourse. But gradually the wrong things which she does becomes a habit, but the poor women does it for money, sadly we are becoming more worser than her, because we do it for happiness, which is obtained by fooling a unignored. Unfortunately some young people can feel its presence in a younger age and try to change it, but it is more than a tsunami and nothing can stand in front of it. A person who try to evoke a question of your existence of your soul might look like a fool, but once its provoked you will definitely feel the sleep less nights.
It shows the beauty in the nature, but tells you the flaws that many people even don’t have time to think about that. Its hard to determine wether soul is present or not but a man trying to win a battle can sense their souls. But killing it is very easy because we are dead a long time back, because we don’t feel our soul, even when we heard that a girl was brutally raped and her body was burnt after the incident, a small kid who is going to die because her parents are not in a position to afford for the operation for the heart. Try to kill it every day in order to live in this world or try to feed it with great thoughts, because it helps to show the direction to whole world. This words are written by a person who is trying to tap the sole, by peeping through the moon from the window. It can just be felt nor thrown to a trash can like other freely topic.
PAINFUL VIDEO
ARE WE STRONG or WEEK
These people overleaped their disabilities but we are mentally disabled
inspiration 