April Fool

It was my birthday yesterday,
And as i was ready to blow the candles
the phone did ring and the voice other side told
they need a clown for some rich kid's birthday

I never wash my joker make up
for i dont have money to buy new
so i just need to pack and to leave
leaving my birthday cake all alone

i waited in the boulevard for the car to show up
for i never knew the destination
and i was taken to places of Their wish
But there i was waiting, and they stood me all long

As it was 12 midnight a car passed by me
and they shouted april fool
So i realised no one shall have birthday on april first
but just me, the clown

i walked home wondering why people take us for granted
but i didnt cry , for i dont want the make up to get ruined
I am broke and all alone , but i dont cry
the jokers dont cry , they need to practice laughing
For tomorrow i will be paid for my perfect laugh

taking a stroll down memory lane

i kept walking all alone

so far to , i dont know

and when i am far

I feel i am, were i was

as if i have been here

is this lane of memories

which i lived once

but forgot, 

who could tell?

all those faces so familiar

yet they didnt smiled back

yea i know , they shouldn't

As there is no place in heart

For those who can forget.

Running From

I need to run away
For i am afraid to love
or am i afraid of losing
but running or not running
we all will lose oneday
and isn't inevitable, we all cry
So should i stay or run?
either way we all shall cry...........

death behind the curtains

For a second i stopped breathing and started thinking
do i need to take one more breath and another
then again do the same thing over and over again ,
 or shall i just stop it here . Put a period and write the end,
close my pen and go to bed , and wait for Hades in a dark big room,
 and cry aloud as if i am alone and none is here to hear the sound
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and in the night i wouldn't be startled or afraid to hear a sound
behind the curtains , He would be ready
And i will tell him that i dont have anything to offer,
with uncontrolled breaths and panting
He wasnt here to console, but
to feel some raw blood on his face

he told, he wants to hear some screams
and pain when he use his blunt instrument
So bewilder i got
i was already in pain,
and how can i give him his share of my pain
So he decided to wait behind the curtains
Till he sees me all brighten up
and he waited and waited , so he grew old and died.

Daisy in the rain

in yesterdays rain i heard a voice calling me
 ,as i walked out , i saw a lonely daisy bloomed,
 in the watery grounds,
i knelt infront of it in that mud and water,
 to give a kiss, and shaded it from the rain,
I dreamed, for that little plant to grow
 and to give me sweet daisys everyday, 
but when the dream was over , i know ,
she is not here to stay for ever,
 but to move on with the next rain
, i am not sad but happy,
 for she has at least bloomed once in my yard,
thats enough for me to remember for the rest of my days
. and these fragrance shall stay with me,
 till my days are over..............................................................

The Caterpillar

i remember what my friend had said
  troubles are great teachers
  But arent they our best friends
  never leaving us through thick and thin

i reckon we are born as caterpillars
eating all those ills into our head
crawling through those pains now and then
and becoming gross and bulky day by day

And fed up of all mediocrity we fall asleep
shrinking into the cocoon of our space
caught in the limbo of our thoughts
and passing through the metamorphosis of our life

but suddenly oneday we are wide awake
spreading the wings we are ready to fly
fly as high as nothing could hold us back
cause we are beautiful than ever before

        today i do agree with  my friend
failures are painful as they always are
but in that ordeal of life
we are transformed into something more

it's no time to quit

The night so scary and lonely,
  And the silence carving the fear,
  But this no time to give up,
  For i have crossed the fence to quit.

  I have heard the whining wind,
  Singing the songs of failure,
  But this no time to fall,
  For i have failed enough

  The course is thorny and stony,
  And the tears have blinded my trail,
  But this no time to quit.
  for the destiny may be a step away.
       
  i will wake the  morning up ,
  just to see the bed of roses,
  But this no time to celebrate,
  For i have dreams nd dreams to fulfill"