That's the beauty of life.

Standing in a long queue
All for a bus.
Waiting at the tap
To have few drops
of water.

That's the beauty of life.

Facing the scorching sun
Peasants whole day
Begging at the station
Those hapless children
for breads

That's the beauty of life.

A crying widow of husband
Who just died.
Sleeing under the sky
The homeless ones
on the pavement.

I know
you are not one of them.


.

My own world.

I live in
two different worlds
at the same time.

One, where
people value money
more than themselves,
Run after something
not theirs.
Dont follow their heart
while doing affairs.
Dont show pity
or compassion.
Sacrifice everything
for their bloody ambition.

I rather die twice a day
When I see my dreams
getting crashed everyday.

In other world.
Life is living for
yourself,
in moments
in nano seconds.
For, you do what you
like the most.
While doing it
you enjoy it.

You are free to wander
here and there.
You need not to think
What to eat and drink.
You unleash your mind
from your mean & greedy needs.
And you think about others.
Where you can dream
without worrying about trifle things.

Where you are
your own master.
Where time is not bound by
any time table.
Where nobody asks you
what you have to do, today
And most importantly
when you return to your home
at the end of the day
You have not to deal with
someone reminding you
'you are good for nothing'.
Just because
You did not serve your masters
to earn some pennies.
You just dont give a damn.

But
why am I writing
what am I writing
I dont know.
I will not read it again.
Nobody will either.

I guess,
If someone touches
these worthless words,
They would
moisten those fingures.

Future Tensed

Today
I have a big
dilemma
which way to go?
I am not sure.
What has been destined
and how to get there?
I am confused
If you ask me.

My mind is
so adamant that
wants me to do
something really great.
But doest gimme
any clue
what is the 'beginning'
after all?

Whenever I look around
I find if
everybody is far ahead of me
and I am no where
near success.
Then I shudder to think
how far would I be able
to run?
True. I am determined.
But my lungs are weak
indeed.

It's important
to work hard to succeed
But when your
ambtions are too high
it's simply
not enough.
A good amount of luck
you have to have.

Really
I dont know
If it's just
a need or
To yearn for more
is my weakness.

It may be funny
if you think.
But I want to
cross the moon over
though my legs are
too small.

Let us see
What happens...