Strange humans

Humans are strange

We see light in dark
We see dark in sunny day
We want to be alone in crowd
while need company when alone in world

We are close to beloved faraway;
but are far when close to them;
We want winter in desert;
We want summer in Artic

We wish nothing;
but need everything
We love life
and hate it same time

We call life strange
but we are bizarre

What is love?

What is love?
Is it physical intimacy;
induced by the hormones;
combined with lust?

What is love?
Is it a mirage to dumbstruck souls;
indulged in tales of romance
filled with lies and imaginations?

What is love?
Is it happy ever afters;
or beginning of new chapter?

What is love?
Is it a feeling
that brings happiness to few
while heartbreaks to many?

What is love?
A phrase in practical world;
An expectation to emotional fools;
who fall in this sweet trap
day after day
when they know the truth.

Dear God

Dear God;
if prayers are hope
of something better;
then why do I see
myself waiting hopelessly
for you to unleash
sunshine and guidance?

Dear God;
if struggles is the way;
you test our patience;
then why do you not
treat us with the fruits
of those struggles?

Dear God;
if parents are cure
to our endless worries;
then who will look after us
when they are gone?

Dear God;
if you teach us to dream
then why do we see
our efforts crumble down
in the midst of our journey
to reach our goal?

Dear God;
if you are our shadow;
then why do we see you
only during the dawn
than during the dusk
when we need you the most?

Dear God;
if you love us too much;
then why do you test us endlessly
until the last drop of hope
has dried in this
world of despair and miseries
where we are trapped
with no doors open
to life of bliss

My lil Sis

On this day;
twenty odd years back;
a monster was born
with curly hair;
chubby cheeks;
and million dollar smile

She loved to bite
everything and everyone
she sighted
with her tiny eyes
when she got her first tooth

Shiny stuffs;
glittering things;
amazed her
as she grew up
wearing anything that shines

Her bunny bugs smiles;
Her "Ugly Betty" braces;
will always remind me;
the memories of notorious past

Our cat fights;
Our WWE wrestling;
Our verbal attacks ;
and our kiss and patch up
like soul sisters always

Her red MAC lipstics;
Her forever 21 dress;
Her leopard pattern shoes;
at the showroom
of this mall
reminds me of her
as I walk

Happy Bday lil sister;
even when I am not there;
I will bug you with
this not so rhyming poem

There was a little girl.

There was a little girl;
whose dreams were bigger;
than her tiny little feet

There was a little girl;
who wanted to grow;
like beautiful ladies;
wearing tiaras;
smiling and gleaming
while the world
called them 'Miss World"

There was a little girl
who wanted to unravel;
the mysteries of the world;
finding new inventions;
discoveries and species;
in the world
so big and strange

There was a little girl
who wanted to fight;
crimes of the world;
secretly hiding
and catching them (criminals) all

There was a little girl
who wants to be doctor one day;
a movie director another day;
a princess or tycoon;
a social activists some day;
or something new
another day

Then she found;
a hidden talent;
a shining light;
a passion she didn't know;

A tiny funny story
she made up;
about her little sister;
became so famous
with her friends and family
which ignited a writer
in her :)

That Night

The sweet smile
mixed with bitter sadness while
I walk past;
with future uncertain
waiting across the street;
so colourful and bright
that night

It's Saturday night;
time to unleash
the free spirit;
the people sing
as they enjoy their last drink

It seems like wildest dream;
walking on this street;
passing the dancing strangers;
drunk with memories
of that night

The humid weather;
melts the artificial colour
on my skin
as I try to get away
from the sweaty crowd

Music is playing
from the cheesy pub;
as I watch the dancing couple;
celebrating romance
while reminding me past
of that careless night
where I kissed my dead lover
one last time

The Invisible

Look at the stars,
gleaming and shining;
looking out for attention;
they have desired for long

Look at the people,
awestruck by the glimpses;
of the shiny stars;
as they arrive;
during the night

Look at the performers;
not wary of themselves;
or the others gathered;
while basking in praises
for their talents
they boast

Look at the spectators;
always watching out;
for shiny stars;
ignoring invisible;
with hidden talents

Look at the Invisible
standing at the corner
waiting eagerly;
praising boasters;
undermining themselves
though they are better;
than the proclaimed shiny stars

Look at the Forgotten
waiting for chance
to redeem themselves;
to reclaim position;
and attention
lost in the war
against themselves