Hope

Innocent or guilty either of the two could have changed my life,

But god had already given his verdict long time back,

I still believe in god keeps me one step away from getting insane,

I think lightning has to strike at some place,

Call it bad luck or just coincidence I was standing right there,

Two Life sentences for each murder was the verdict handed over to me,

For some life is full of surprises my quota of surprises ended that day for me.



Ten years have gone by this place is like a home to me,

No luxuries or comfort in here just a couple of friends to meet,

Sometimes we just sit together for hours in silence,

Thinking what it would be like to watch the sunset sitting on the beach,

Having a couple of chilled beers feeling the evening breeze,

Other times I just lean against the wall watching my friends smile,

Makes me forget that I’m confined within these walls for a while,

Sometimes I think that in my past life I would have committed a heinous crime,

God took his time and waited for another life to bring down his wrath,

My friend tells me past or present a man knows within the depths of his heart,

That he is an innocent man just found at the wrong place at the wrong time,

I think he is a good man not innocent but who the hell is innocent in this world,

It’s just that we are separated from the rest so that the guilt dies within them,

Making them feel like an innocent man.




Thirty years have gone by my friend died in his cell some time back,

Not a day goes by when I don’t think about him,

Many say that clock in jail takes its own time,

Each day feels like a life sentence time takes its own time to move by.




Watching the birds fly outside my cell window I feel like a free man,

I do hope that they will set me free someday wings withered,

But I will still try to feel the morning breeze flying as far as I can,

It would be lonely without my friend but I think he would be happy for me,

I will sit under the oak tree for hours watching the sunshine penetrating the leaves,

Touching the surface of my skin and that warmth making me feel like an innocent man,

I think life is tough for others and hell for some,

But I think as long as the hope within them remains ignited,

It will give them warmth sure time will take its time,

But end of the day hope will make you feel like an innocent man.

Dreams

Crash, burn, dump, repress your dreams,

They are no good in life fills your mind with screams,

You see them every day, every night, every second of your fucking life,

To the point you cannot take it anymore,

You feel like working hard was a waste of time,

Determination, dedication, devotion helping no more,

Down in the dumps when will the coal shine?

You beg, cry, and pray in front of the mighty god,

But you know inside that he would leave you to rot,

Nights when you are unable to sleep,

Days when you keep on thinking, pain so extreme that you cannot feel,

Question you keep on asking when the fate will show mercy on me,

Question you keep on saying have I done everything to grab my dream,

Finally the day comes when you realize that the time is up,

They laugh at you, make fun of you, and sum up your life in one word,

Loser,

They are happy for you, glad that your dream is crushed, they scream at you,

Loser,

Then they ask you questions they want an answer, what were you doing all this time?

Loser,

But you can see the real joy the real interpretation of your life in the eyes of your relatives,

Loser,

And you know what they acted like?

They acted like a adrenaline shot piercing the needle in your mind,

Finally you cannot take it anymore and this time I mean it,

You scream for yourself to make you realize to make you feel like,

Loser,

Until now the dream was clear, yes there was hard work,

Yes there was pain yes there was misery and people trying to beat you down in bulk,

But now there is fire, there is that madness; there is that something that your dream feels like,

Hunger,

Lump of coal now a diamond you ask every person to scream aloud your name,

Loser,

Your eyes shimmering with tears at last the fucking silence,

At last the mighty lord shines upon you,

At last the silence.

VIBGYOR

If i had to explain my life in 1 word,

the word that comes to my mind would be vibgyor,

now the thought that reaches a normal persons mind,

i think his life was awesome one hell of a ride,

damn my luck if only it could be mine.


sound of the word so soothing as it seems,

now let me explain it to you wat really did my life mean,

'v' was for versatile ways in which i lived,

from a writer to a begger,

how fast could i switch!!

'I' was for invisible the way i roamed the streets,

from a pathetic writer to a sweeper,

in my vibgyor life of fifty,

i really covered some feat!!!

'B' was for beautiful my daughter how pretty was she,

dying on the street with no food to feed,

shivering in my arms till her last breath seized.

'G' was for god if only the passage to heaven was open,

i would have burned down the gates to rest in peace.

'Y' was for years living every second of this hell,

coward as i was couldn't strangle myself to death.

'O' was for organization corruption that we strive in,

sources required everywhere money to bind in,

'R' was for rest in peace that i could never feel,

my soul died with my writings,

i can never sleep.