Surprises!

Unexpected or unwanted,
Surprises are those,
Which are not decided.
Screaming away in the loudest voice,
Held back at once? Today's demise.

Feel the rise
Of faults and cries.
Wait for the future,
The unborn surprise...

Believe one another,
Stay out from the blue.
Relieve one another,
You can start anew.

Laugh at all rumors,
But were they spread by you?
After all they're surprises,
And they've been sent, for you.

Try convincing yourself,
Land up in a pool.
Swim out of the blue,
Step out to the new.

And of course,
Surprises would never remain
What they are.
If they're not disclosed
At the right hour.

Like life is unpredictable,
Surprises also are,
But, step out a foot for a good deed
And you can relive every hour.

Decide what you believe in,
Reach out for the stars.
Hold back your breath for surprises,
For they ought to come by power.

Good or bad, provided,
They go away but not too far.
Stop screaming, stop looking,
And block your ears for all negative scars.

Loose yourself, hold your heart,
Decide and be alarmed.
For time may fly by fluke and smile,
But surprises would come every hour...

A lot like Life..

Extremely proud,
Then down to mouth.
Flying real high,
Then dolefully cry,
Yes that is, a lot like life...

Waiting for the unborn surprise,
Disheartened with adversity.
Hoping for the Midas touch,
Dwelled into the devil's own luck.
Oh yes! That is, a lot like life...

Looking forward to uprightness,
A bang of unexpected apostasy.
Seeking an unthinkable life,
Fall down to half,
And yes that is, a lot like life...

Careless whispers,
Then shrieks and howls.
From endless talks,
To speechlessness.
Still it seems a lot like life.

A colourful life,
But its black and white.
The innocuous people,
But baneful lies.
Yet it seems a lot life life...

The adorable angels and celestial fairies,
But demons and devils viciously tarry.
The fairy tales with happy endings,
May arise nightmares when asleep.
But then again it is, a lot like life...

Where we survive through toughest times,
Where no ones to help, except the skies.
Much difficult at times,
We face the crimes.
But every impulse it self seems,
A lot like Life....

Have faith

There's a lot to face,
A lot to decide.
A lot to give up,
And lots worth a fight.

Memories to collect from time juvenile.
The happy times,
The careless life.
The morning cries?
The peaceful nights...

Yet unfair, today's demise.
I miss being feisty and full of pride,
But now m use-to long dark  times.
How time passed slow, all that while.
And now it flies, unconcerned whose crying!

People strained, zonked to death.
But no problem, it wouldn't affect.
It wouldn't change anything,
Life goes on, all that would change is,
"Being strong!"

A huffy temper, mendacity.
The wouldn't be any serenity.
No one would look back,
Every one would smile,
Never expect a " Get up and fight! "

Believe in yourself,
"Rise and shine" is all I think,
Then get up with pride.
Look back to the days,
Then recollect myself, to happily survive.

The Journey...

Sitting alone on the back seat,
Of a black colored SUV,
I was lost in the outside sky,
The soothing sun,
And the meadows that went by...

I did try to imagine,
How great the good God is.
But then again remembered,
How many people these roads have killed!

A hundred happy families,
A thousand young sons,
And so many other children
Who could shine like the sun.

So many people pray to God,
For a safe and happy journey,
In return what they get is just,
A sad death story.


The beautiful scenes that I saw outside,
Were also seen by them,
What a beautiful life i have been living,
While theirs has come to an end.


I was listening to songs and laughter,
Of my little baby sister,
And the thought of dying that very moment!
Brought my heart to a pause.

Each jump and pop
Where we laughed and shrieked
Made me scared from within,
Each time the break was pressed again,
I thought my life could come to an end!


And by the time i reached the spot,
I was drained out and felt odd!
Then a cup of refreshening tea,
Gave me strength to further believe.


Now we had a journey again,
A long and tiring one.
And I felt the same disgust,
That I had felt all along.


As it grew darker,
After the pretty setting sun
Silence swept in the atmosphere,
Then shrieks and laugh was no where near...

Then I got lost in the music again,
And in the beauty of nature,
Then I thought to myself that
Death was inevitable,
And it could come right now,
Or even a hundred years later...