my song

i write something
think nothing
arrange some letters
while reading some chapters
wanna write till i can
don't get anything and than
take a deep breath for very long
coz i'm writing my song

don't know the title
my song is vital
perhaps i'm not a songwriter
what if i use a typewriter?
writing a song is not easy
the very idea makes me freezy
take a pause for really long
coz i'm writing my song

holding a pen in my hand
i become a lonely person on this land
writing something i don't know
my mind doesn't know where to go?
my memories are scattered all over
emotions are taking a new shower
how to write all this stuff?
this task is really tough
a glass of water is lying
seeing it, i fell like flying
take a sip for really long
coz i'm writing my song

till now i've written few lines
and now my face really shines
when noticed that all lines are rhyming
i felt as if birds are chiming
feel that something has been done
i'm pleased that my song has begun
felt so happy for such a long
coz now i've written my song......

Chasing Mind

i'm so behind times
just like those long rhymes
which are difficult to read
like a large and massive mead
i look for someone
think of no one
my thoughts are playing a game
a memory has its own flame
i run and search
compassion gets in dearth
i have this chasing mind
i don't know but i'll like to find
who is causing these confusions
my chasing mind has many fusions
of different expressions and emotions
it has this layer of thick lotions
which covers all happiness
sorrow nature gets its finesse
i don't know how to walk
sitting alone, how can i talk?
laughing is nothing but a joke
frenzy feelings have a soak
of my chasing mind
i wish i could wind
and whirl the wheel of my feeling
so that it could do some healing
of my twist and turns in life
with me, no more held upon by a knife
which cuts my life into parts
like horses pulling broken carts
there's some soution i will find
i won't run away from my chasing mind.

Twisted Fantasy

i think about the spaces, look at several faces
turn around and see, in future what would i be?
i have many interests, when my mind truly rests
sometimes really confused, my brain gets really fused
my thinking is twisted, often my passion gets listed
it's just about my twisted fantasy, the approach is really fancy
i sit on my PC, when my mind tells me see see
all possible options for me, these ideas make me free
confusion prevails all over, i should rather take a shower
because we're all this frenzy, we all live in this twisted fantasy
my twisted fantasy is dark, it rather sounds like bark
which is loud, like a crowd
just like wrong and right, its one face is black and one is white
the white face makes me fly, the black one makes me cry
it's two in one put together, an ensemble flash of a weather
i get happy i get sad, my twisted fantasy makes me mad
my twisted fantasy is still beautiful, i hope my life will be dutiful
i can have an elegant life, with my hand holding a knife
with which i'll cut the bad portion, making my life a sweet devotion
and then my life will not be dark, it'll no more seem like a dog's bark
its clamour will be gone, and euphoric days will be shown
i'm drawing this portrait on a sheet, success will kiss my feet
my fantasy will be lovely, life will not be ugly
the black part will not be there, the white one will remain fair.