Love to live , live to love :)

All will cry 1 day , i too will cry,
All will die 1 day , i too will die.
Nothing Remains with ya forever,
No gold,no property and no cash,
Soul will be fumes and body ash.
Gaps of relations are filled by some new relations,
No one will remember u in any occasions.
People are so selfish, they won't remember ur love,
All they gonna remember is "Hey! Rajji took 1 of my stuff",
What u gave them is forgotten,
and what u took, is alwayz repeated by them.
Parents go....., children grow,
Grand-children grow, u go.
Men crazy for money, power and sex,
Time is moving, no time to relax.
Women buzy with diamonds, gossips and phones,
Oopss forgot where's that dead Rajji gone.
So don't waste your time running behind money,
Just sit back and relax with your honey.
Love someone who gonna love u back,
Love someone who gonna remember you after ur death.
Love is the only immense power that u can give,
Preach love and live with it as long as u live.

WHOZ THE MUDERER???

There was a 15 year old kid Dhruv. His parents were very demanding. Many parents are, but this case was different, both mom and dad were very strict with him. They keep him telling to get good percentages in exams all the time. Some most common things that cud be heard in that house was: “How come you always get so less percentage? Do you really want to study or should we take you out of that school? Just look at your friend Anish, he always get good percentages. This time he got 83% and you just scored 78%.” Most of the time his parents were harsh with him. Too much pressure on him every time. Even while eating food his father always taunted him. He was forced to study for about 4-5 hours daily. He was totally fed up of his life.

One day he was with Anish, both were flying kites but suddenly something came into Dhruv’s mind and he pushed Anish from the terrace and Anish died. People think it was just an accident and everything ended soon. Dhruv was afraid and guilty on what he did. Months passed away, everything was going fine, no mental pressure, no taunts, nothing for Dhruv now. Even the guilt inside him was no more. He was happy now and had many new friends. Time passed by and exams came, this time Dhruv was prepared so he was expecting very good result and he was having no tension as for now neither his mom nor his dad will scold him for less percentages(that was what he thought). Results were out and he got 81 %, he was very happy. But his father said “Just 81%, Mr. Sharma’s boy have scored 82.4%, learn something from him” and Dhruv was stunned and shocked. He now realized what had he done. He was in too much shock and he committed a suicide at the end, just to repent.

Two deaths took place in this story. Whom you think is the murderer?? Dhruv or someone else??

SHAME BEING ALIVE

What's alive ? Who is alive ?
All dead, all black,
Black inside, white outside.
What's dead ? Who is dead ?
Something dead inside but we still alive.
Friends gone, relations gone,
Fame ON, Money ON.
All wearing masks and some with layers of masks,
with Sweet plastic smiles on their faces,
and makeups to hide your ugly traces.
Yes i am one of them and this is our life
and with shame i say m still alive.

You cant' touch the dreams

The affection of mother I refused
I ignored all my friends
I was alone as I desired
I thought I’d learn the lesson
It was a sweet child dream

Should I believe in destiny?
Could you disappear of my life?
I can’t stand close to you
Your lies wound me deeply
I beg you stop to deceive me

Everyone uses us to satisfy their desires
Unfortunately this is our life
Am I just a puppet in the hands of the great universe?

In the last days I felt so useless
Are you afraid of disappointing me?
I know nobody is perfect
Who am I to disagree of laws of the nature?

What have I done to be happy?
Is it possible to see through my eyes?
In the sea of contradictions
Where any human being lives in the Earth

How it’s difficult to trust
Everything that you can’t see
Everything that you can’t touch
Cause dreams you can’t touch
You can’t prove for the world
That they are real to you

Broken World

I don't know why I feel
The way that I do now.
With an urge to kill,
A desire to thrill,
While my world crashes down.

Once upon a time,
I was angel with silver wings-
I broke my word,
I killed my dreams,
But nobody there forgave my sins.

So now I'm just this victim
Of preconception
And true damnation,
Wracked with splinters,
Reminding me of
My wicked immoralation.

I'm reaching out into a world
I can no longer see.
Twisting emotions,
Chaotic potions,
Of longing for the person
I used to know as me.