Summer nights

On cool summer nights,

The breeze is feast,

To hot bodies,

Burning due to heat.

It's that time of year,

When we lay on terrace tops,

To watch stars twinkling,

And bright moon shining,

Above us.

During those nights,

Closed ones get together,

To share juicy stories,

Or make false spook tales.

Waking up till odd hours,

To watch first ray of light,

Fall on our tired faces,

As we cuddle in our thin blankets.

It's camping night,

On terrace top,

For days until holidays end,

And we are back to monotony,

Of our lives,

Back to school,

With mind full of memories.

The Gossipmongers

Insecure and desperate,
With lives of their own,
They ruin others smile,
By spreading lies,
To bring smile on their face.

Juicy scoops,
Of that girl next door,
Or colourful tales,
Of that guy who looks rouge,
They are never short of any lies.

Walls have ears,
Because of them,
As they snoop behind doors,
To watch the dramas,
Of other people homes.

They are like wild fires,
Spreading quickly,
Entertaining those not involved,
But Destroying houses of ones,
Tangled in this mess.

They spread news,
Like game called Chinese whispers,
Changing the stories,
Adding flavors,
Wherever they like.

They are found everywhere,
Within your social circle,
In form of nosy relatives,
Or toxic friends,
Or jealous colleagues,
And day will come,
When they are victims of their own actions.

The Ego and it's friends

A tiny little desire,

to scale up higher,

grew larger and bigger,

with ever step.

Ego took place of desire,

In form of wildfire,

Burning relationships,

And anything that came in it's way.

Ego bought in its friends,

Lust and arrogance,

To corrupt mind,

With all things evil.

The pride arrived,

When ego appeared,

From the same seed,

Called tiny little desire.

When mind got disillusioned,

By the mirage of success,

Anger seeped in,

With his sister hate.

From these nine emotions,

Greed was born,

To trap the soul,

To confinements of  misery.

Suddenly hope arrived,

From spiritual blessings of God,

Burning each negative emotion,

Replacing them with kindness and submission,

To Lord Almighty

Other side of the world

Grass is greener,

Air is cleaner,

Life is beautiful,

At the other side of the world.

She looks happy,

He looks lucky,

And everything looks good,

At the other side of the world..

The plate is  served golden,

Filled with delicacies,

And sweetmeat,

At the other side of the world.

Cities are wide,

Filled with riches,

That is enough for generation,

At the other side of the world.

Tables get turned,

Life looks lacklustre,

What seemed nice once,

Looks dull and dead,

Once you reach the other side of the world.

Stop whining,

Stop complaining,

Grass will always,

Look greener and brighter,

At other side of the world.

Save the world

We cut trees,

Thick and green,

That was home to animals many,

From ant so tiny,

To leopard so ferocious,

For our greed that's limitless.

We build tall buildings,

That are taller than mountains,

But not higher than our egos,

With only purpose,

To fulfill our desires,

And appetite that's limitless.

Every inch of land,

Is burrowed and unearthed,

In search for gold and other precious stones,

Or for erecting magnificent palazzo,

To boost our pride,

And pretentious legacy.

Water is polluted,

Air is poisoned,

Soil is contaminated,

Due to our heinous actions,

And reactions to our sins,

Which we will one day pay for gravelly.

After years of torture,

When life is becoming extinct,

Humans have woken up,

And walking on the streets,

Giving emotional speeches,

While they continue to pollute the world.

With clock still ticking,

Words won't work,

Unless we commit,

Each one of us,

To make the world better,

Not just for generations to come,

But for animals,

Whose homes we have destroyed.

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It's Friday Night

It''s Friday night,

Time to unwind,

And bid farewell.

To the work spell.

It's Friday night,

Time to get high,

With laughter and smiles,

All the way till the sun is up high.

It's Friday night,

Time to forget,

The struggles of life,

And enjoy every moment like it's our last.

It's Friday night,

Time to tick off plans,

To getaway that's nearby,

Or just plain long drives .

It's Friday night,

Time to kick that ass,

Off to dance floor,

Swaying up our hands.

It's Friday night,

Time to heal the pain,

And get back with new energy,

To restart again.

Smoggy skies

I wake up in morning,

To sky that seems foggy,

I open the window,

Waiting to feel cool wind blow,

To my dismay,

it's just hot air.

The sky is dull,

Like cold November in London,

With sun missing in action,

And birds chirping in morning.

It's like summer in winter morning,

Dull but not cold,

With air covered in smoke,

Dust and polluted particles.

Where does this dusty wind come from?

You may ask,

Is it from the burning of garbage dump nearby,

Or from the forest fires faraway?

Whatever it may be,

Our world is burning,

By global warming,

As we sit in man made safe heaven.

Sea level is increasing,

Wild animals are dying,

Forests are turning into ashes,

And if we don't act now,

Life will come to an end,

And world will become barren.