Poems for KHUSHI

She said I am good for nothing. But I think I can be good for something. That is the reason to say good bye. She left me alone high and dry. What lacks in me, I went to find. And I found a city of blinding lights. Vision was there but lights were dark, But I could see standing there, My hope without spark. There I found my heart lying down, Bleeding so badly with blood reddish brown. Full of love flowing for my dear, Is that the only thing she could not bear? If it is true then let me take my heart And all my promises, all fell apart. Better, it's worth loving myself. I will better keep it for myself.

Something was wrong somewhere. But what was wrong? I didn't get. Many people were around me. But though I was watching, Empty walls and moving fans on ceilings. People around were talking, smiling, shouting and laughing. Continuous like a cricket commentary. And I was sitting sedimentary. Alone in this stranger's country. Thinking about what to write, On a paper on my left hand side. Yawning and feeling sleepy but ready to write. The slumber on my heavy eyes suddenly disappeared. The noise of students around me suddenly appeared. And I was aware that my proxy got over. What I experienced last one hour approximately, Was the boring stage of my life called 'PROXY'.

I Met A Man I was sweating when I jumped out of my bed It was a nightmare. Reality was shattered and spread. There, I met a man who was a ghost. He kept his hand and said, "Look above". He was really tall. He said,"Love is death. Don't dare to fall". He showed his heart which was burnt. Just like a coal kept near the sun. He was haunted by his love. He was possessed by his own. My love can kill me just like this. I thought to myself for a while. I felt suddenly my heart was removed. I was heavily breathing. I saw, I was sweating. It was a nightmare. Reality was shattered and spread.

So what do you think? To give or not to give? Or, to float or to sink? Don't say 'No' It's not a request. For you it will a quest. But if it is snatched, Then Don't feel Bad. The fire of hunger has reached into head. Can't sleep empty stomach on mattress-less bed. Thousands of years, We have been breaking stones and working on sea docks We are strong enough, our hands have became rocks. Thousands of years, We have been working in filth And feeling like buried beneath. It's not dead volcano so don't dare to tease. Don't dare to poke it, please. Don't say 'No' It's not a request. But if it is snatched, Then Don't feel Bad.