No where to run

I'm a outcast, no friends
No family only strangers
Around me.
No one has ever come to
Visit me.
Seems as is everyone is happy
Now that I'm here.

Jail has became a place
Called home.
I'm not going to anywhere,
This is where I am at now.
This is my new home.
I finally got home at the end.
I have forgotten about my old
Friend and family,

My cell mates are the only
family I have now.
My dreams faded away.
I dropped out at school long ago.
Everything I touch falls apart. 

All i need

I'm not asking you to meet everyday
I could try & bare
When you are away
All I need is just some care

All I need is not to feel so much alone
All I need is a tender heart not hard as stone
All I need is to hear your voice on the phone

All I need is to know that you're fine
All I need is to know that you're mine
All I need is to know that I'm in your heart
Even If we are going to stay for so long apart

I'm not asking you to count every dropp of water in the rain! 
All I need is to stop making me feel this pain
I'm not asking you to count every particle of sand on the shore! 
All I need is to know that you Love me from your very inner core
All I need is to know that I'm the only one that you adore

I'm not asking you to make the birds swim and make the fish fly! 
All I need is not to hear the word 'Goodbye '
I'm not asking you to climb a mountain so high! 
Nor am I asking you to swim across the deepest sea! 
All I need is to show me that you love me

I'm not asking you to walk a thousand mile! 
All I need is a simple smile
I'm not asking you to make the trees blue! 
All I need is to know that you're true

I'm not asking you for a diamond ring! 
All I need is a much humble thing
All I need is your attention
All I need is affection

I'm not asking you for a princess dress! 
All I need is something... much much less
All I need is a gentle caress

I'm not asking you for a castle of gold! 
I'm not asking you for more than you could afford! 
All I need is not to feel ignored
All I need is not to feel that you're bored
All I need is a kind word

I'm not asking you to make the year 14 months! 
Nor am I asking you to make the week 8 days! 
I'm not asking you to make the sun rise from the west! 
All I need is to sleep on your chest
To hear your heart beat
All I need is to feel complete

AM I ASKING TOO MUCH? ? ! 

Days taught me - A poem

Days teach me
To always dream
However it may never come true
But that's the best way 
To live life through

Days teach me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go or say goodbye

Days teach me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest

Days teach me 
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always love with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend

Days teach me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate

Days teach me
That lovers meet & stay together
And others are apart
So if you are one who have been left behind
Don't cry and suffer
Just search for a new start

Days teach me
The past I must forget
And nothing needs my regret

Days teach me 
To open my heart and forgive
Cause that will help me to survive and live

Days teach me
To always offer my helping hand
And never doubt in people when there is no proof
And always try to understand

Days teach me
Not to be shy 
If I have done something wrong
But to admit it and be proud that I have learned 
A lesson that will help me to be strong

Have you ever wondered...

Have you ever wondered how is it like to feel like a stranger? 
Like a fish out of water
Like a teardropp in a loud laughter
Like love in a heart of a hater! 

Have you ever wondered how is it like to feel lost? 
Like a dropp in the ocean
Like a needle in a haystack
Lost... that you don't know white from black! 
Like walking straight in a destination
When you know there is no way to go back! 

Have you ever wondered how is it like to feel so confused? 
That you don't know 
when you're treated nicely
And when you are abused! 
Have you ever felt so much low? 
And you don't know what to do or where to go? 
When you see all the doors around you are locked and closed! 

Have you ever wondered how is it like to be in a non-stop stress? 
When you never feel so sure about something you always have to guess! 
when you feel like crying out loud 
And spit that burden of these hard feelings inside you
However, these feelings you have to keep & suppress 
Although, you are in the greatest need for a gentle caress! 

Had anyone felt so much pain like this before? 
'Cause that's what I really feel... maybe even more! 

I don't wanna feel like a stranger
I don't wanna feel lost
I don't wanna feel confused
I don't wanna be in a non-stop stress
I just want to stop this dreadful feeling of loneliness! ! 

Oh!!!Life

I wake up early in the morning 
Not because its time to, 
But its so cold, no blankets 
I covered my self with cardboards, 
Now they are humid because of dew.

I do not even know where to go
When I get out of these pipes. 
No water, no food, no clothes, 
No friends, no nothing.
I'm hopeless as hell.

I'm being beaten everyday.
Anyone who want to get rid of 
Stress I became a punch bag.
I have got sores all over my body.
Nowhere to get help I disgust
Everyone at hospital. 

Life is too Short -A Poem

I'm hungry to the extent that
I cannot feel like moving.
I don’t feel my weight.
Its been a couple of days
Without food, only water.

Everyday went to sleep with 
My empty stomach.
I beg on the streets all days 
Of my life ever since my 
Parents passed away.

No one cares about me.
All my relatives turned their back on me.
I'm a outcast, no where to run
And no place to hide.

Every buddy runs away from
Me as if I'm a strange disease.
I live on the streets begging 
But no one ever throw even a cent.
People pass as if they have blinkers.

That is where I decided to avert
That life and join the gangsters.
We rob people and stab them
If they resist.
My job was to sharp my knife everyday.

We moved to the next level
To hijack cars.
Unfortunately my friends 
Were shot dead.
I’m count my self very luck to be alive. 

Unemployment -I hate You

I was at varsity in my comfort zone.
I never knew the reality.
My dreams were unlimited.
Sky was the limit.

I never knew that today I would be 
Sitting here unemployed, so hopeless
and ashamed of my self. 

All my dreams are fading.
Unemployment you are the cause of poverty.
Unemployment you are the cause of depression.
Unemployment you are a poison.
Unemployment you are a disaster.
Unemployment I hate you. 

To be employed it's not about how you know
But, about who you know. 

Corruption, nepositism and cronyism
Are the recipes for poverty and unemployment.
Unemployment I hate you. 

You -A Poem

You - A Poem

Maybe I need you the way the sea needs the
moon
You know there's a reason why they have tidal
waves.
You're like a favorite page that has too many
highlighted lines,
My thoughts are like a soldier's love letter
that crosses borders.
You know,
You always have a piece of my mind and too
much of this heart.
When I dream of you,
I become a burning building without an
emergency exit.
You owe an apology to my head for taking up
this much space.
My nights can spell your name backwards,
They're so used to you.
My waking hours can sketch your face
blindfolded,
For they know all the lines and curves.

A Muse outside ATM -Post Demonitisation

Musings outside an ATM Booth : Indian love Story


                       While the recent cash crisis had led to much constraint, friendships have been forged; love stories have been born in ATM booths and many a heart broken! And as I sit on a cement block in a cold November evening waiting for a friend who has dragged my lazy behind to keep her company as she bears the chill outside one such booth, I am once again reminded of the many oddities of life. Oh how I wish for the Pradhan Mantri to take a peek and also a bow for this ruckus, conveniently given breath at the initial weeks of the month when we all need to settle our rents and ration.
It is an impatient lot! The old security guard with his rust eaten rifle and glaucomic eyes could only do so much if the crowd was to get riotous. But everyone wants a little something to spend and so, it is a heartwarming sight of human camaraderie as they all laugh in sympathy as the nervous performer inside the booth punches the wrong digits and her card slips from her fingers on to the floor.
The curious and the bored ones occasionally steals a peek as I type this on my phone, in an almost saint-like pose, without a care about the precious two thousand that looks like a Monopoly note, the maximum withdrawal allowed in a day. Little do they know about the pile of debt I have racked up over the past two weeks.
Inside the booth, the machine is churning overtime and spitting crisp notes in tens, twenties and hundreds. If it happened to have a mind on its own, I am certain that it would have loved the attention and the many caresses. On the other hand, I thank the heavens it is not. I can imagine it barking insults at the lot for punching in wrong figures and digits as the grumpy old woman with betel nut stains on her mouth would do at the nearest bank. Bless her anyway.
The wind is getting colder by the moment and my fingers are going numb. My half empty constitution reminds me that I haven’t had the scent of pork in a long time, a long time. A middle age man walks up smartly to the front of the line, stands on his toes, takes a look inside the booth and with a tsk, leaves.
But the spirit is not broken yet. My friend emerges out of the standoff with fresh notes. It is too late to buy pork at the bazaar. The toilet has given her a beckoning call apparently. Canned fish for dinner it is. Wiping off the liquid on my frozen nostrils, I take a leave of the booth for the moment, but not before leaving behind an aura of solidarity for my fellow citizens who are braving the cold for a better tomorrow on a very literal note.