Friday, 24 July, 2009


A tear drop
An austere slap
Darkness in and out

Grief day and night

Life is a mess

Looks like a fuss

Shading dreams

Bleaking prospects

Towering qualms

Meandering walks

What am I doing?

Where am I going?

Dying with this plight

Roaming like a torn kite

Looking for the light

My Lord, Show me the path
Please teach me little math!!


  1. It isn't going to end like this
    Things definitely are bound to change
    You surely gonna taste the bliss
    and come out of this irking range

    Until that time you gotta practice patience
    and show a happy face with a smiley pretense!!

    Your views and poetry rock just as your name does!!

    Keep them coming!

  2. Thanks for inspiring & appreciative words Sandeep. Surely I'll write more and more.