Don’t run for it…

Don’t run for it…

Waking for it..

Working for it

Sleeping for it

Running back of it…

What the hell is this..?

You people got addicted to it!

Open your eyes fools!

You are not going to take it after death

It’s your deeds that accounts

Not your bank accounts!

You are running back of it

As if a monster is back of you..

Fools, you are digging your own grave..
Money can shine your graves
Golden or platinum you crave..
Remember, it doesn't matter how high you grow
you will be buried below
Beside all the poor graves..
Think about it folks

It may buy you luxuries

But not comfort…

It can give you everything

But not love..
Don't be a money maniac..

Earn it

For respect

For living

For surviving

Not for your greed..!!

Miss you friends..

Miss you friends..

 

Its been long now

We haven’t seen each other

Spent long time,

Without you, I don’t know how…

I remember those times

When every hour was fun time..

I enjoy those memories

You all have given me..

Every day we spent together

Every moment we enjoyed together

Is a golden memory..

Friends,

Now we are not together

But,

Deep within, my heart still thinks of you all

and I miss you all..

Be You

Be You

Stop! What are you doing?

Hang on!  Where are you going?

This isn’t your way you are going..

This isn’t even what you are desiring..

Why are trying to become something you are not?

What has happened to your thought?

Agreed, life takes many turns

It’s a long sojourn..

So wake up! Chase your dreams,

And this time, forget not yourself

Just be you…

…Only the nature...

…Only the nature...

As time melts

As we grew older

We achieve many

And lose many..

Leaving the busy life on its track

To the trees, to the nature we come back..

When sky gets dimmer

And stars get brighter

Under the huge sky

Sitting on the grass looking at it high

We think of all those things which we left behind

It is the moment when we go back to our past

When feelings come up as thoughts

When we unknowingly talk to the stars

We share our life with them…

We share many stories with each of them

But we feel we are counting them..

No friend, no person, no body actually

It is only the nature we share completely ourselves with….

DAD

DAD

He has harsh hands

He look hard..

He is strict

He even restricts…

Sometimes he talks rude

But actually he is not rude

He cries the tears not like every one

Every drop from his eyes falls so secretly that it’s caught by none

I say it’s his art…

He is even given a heart

He is sad even but no one sees

He deserves some care which hardly someone gives..

He takes care and comforts everyone

Even his world is upside down..

He is so drown in responsibilities

That he forgets himself in moulding the future of his family…

I could only say

He is someone who is very precious

Unconditionally, he loves too

Not only mothers do..

Huge respect for every dad

Whose every second melts in the thoughts of his family…

Cause it really needs someone special to be dad

And I feel thankful to have such dad….

Holding whose hand

I can walk away miles and miles of difficulties….

You are still within

You are still within

You

Your memories

Everything of yours

Still I miss..

Your piece is now always found missing in the puzzle of my day..

It doesn’t matter how hard I try to wipe you off

Your traces still exist deep in my heart..

Your affection, care

All the love still does exist in the layers of my heart..

You left me on this end

Where my heart never ends stop thinking

That was I who betrayed you..
But, believe me, I Love You

Bird concert

Bird concert 

Dew in the orange morning sky

Sets on the little green grass growing in our garden..

Giving the tune to the beautiful nature

My little friends scatter all over the ground..

They sing their best melodies all together

As if there is a bird concert held in our garden

Few pebbles away from the little pool we made

There’s a rock stone, on which my little DJ sits and remixes the tunes of other feathered singers..

They sing their sweet delights along the day

In the thirsty summer..

Colorful little birds come to the pool

And have a sip turn by turn..

They splash in it and make themselves cool

They take bath in the hot summer’s burn..

Spattering little showers they come out of the pool..

Clearing their throat, they go back to the fern..

And, again they sing their melodies

The best melodies..

Through their melody,

Are they saying me hello?

Or thanking me for the cool pool bath?

Whatever their melodies speak

I don’t know, but their delights give pleasure and a joy of being with the nature and such beautiful little friends..