Rich with empty hands


Some times our hands are full

But we r not ready to share

Sometimes we have enough of patience

But we are not ready to bear


The pain what we see around

And how ignorantly we move our eyes

When we see an immortal soul crying

And tears in our eyes are dried


Drenched in the mud of hunger

Patched with the abuse around

Body bruised by the needs

And that's all that surrounds


Us is the missing word

Me and myself is present

What we care about is the money

Yet not enough to spend


Why we make both ends meet

Just to live a simple life

We save to spend more

And for nothing else we strive


An aimless life with materialistic necessacities

We work towards the fulfillment

Did we ever checked our souls

For internal gratification or contentment


We are still starved with so much food

Still naked with the expensive cloths on

As we ignore the dying life beside

And rather choose to move on




Mystical life


sometimes i sitback and think about this mystical life

that how i followed it with my bare foot without understanding

the way i crawled on the terrane made by the circumstances

and how i became subdued and demanding


all phases lived with dignity, poise and dare

with no knowledge of own or derived

but how i shared each situation

with my own soul and tiny, tingling mind


i grabed the hand of the experiences

which thought me more how to survive

survival of the fittest is the theory

and the world's laugh when u cry


I learned from every moment of the time

i took the life as it came on my way

handled the turbulations in front on my own

recalling all the aspects at the end of the day


that's how i educated myself

from the raw realities of the life

without being beside anyone

taking life on my own stride