I am awake

I am awake ...wide awake 
No whispers of the lake
Feeling departed 
Back to where I’ve started
From the dream that I was dreaming
False direction I was leading
Time to face reality 
In the world of gravity
I am awake ... wide awake 
In a pool of mistakes My life is at Stake
Since the time I am awake 


                                         Heena Singh

A Vision

I have a plan,with a motive
it is something of benefit and not emotive
the path that i have chosen is tough
the end result will be Achievable enough
an outline I have developed which is rough
see none other than my goals that will make it the right stuff
where others just say a word or a bluff
I will achieve my goals without a huff.

Shwetank
http://anoark.tumblr.com/

INAMORATO

Wish I could feel

The feel of embracing

The feel that make me cry

To overcome this fear

The fear of loosing you

I wish I could stop myself to pry

Pry into your life

The life I will never be a part of

Of which my dreams will never see the light

The light of the sparkling twilight

Engulfing me into the richness of it

And caring for me

Caring for a benefit or not

I don’t want to know

Until and unless you are my

My one and only inamorato






by Nabarun Sinha

Dusk fills the sky and earth sublime alike,
as if sky fell in love with earth.
Seldom they communicate,
just a stray peacock or sparrow calling the home coming.
Guess they are encouraged by how nature makes love,
the circle so perfect.
Maybe there is little beyond.
Belief snubbed as the sky breathes destiny,
incompetent is the art.
Creativity or mock, a schism dissecting me,
coming across the weak budding weekly fundamentals unique, meager and meek.
Wanna be strokes of red and yellow,
blacking out the intellect of horizon.
Briefing my dim witted intellect,
as if sky only knew its hierarchy heralding the hope of a dawn.
After all hierarchy the jargon of monarchs and monopolists,
manipulating there lives on the ironic tyranny of ill sports.
Oh! will the frantic fregerence fill familiar rejection in my heart,
feeling failure humbling my flight.b
 -capt. looney

Dusk fills the sky and earth sublime alike,
as if sky fell in love with earth.
Seldom they communicate,
just a stray peacock or sparrow calling the home coming.
Guess they are encouraged by how nature makes love,
the circle so perfect.
Maybe there is little beyond.
Belief snubbed as the sky breathes destiny,
incompetent is the art.
Creativity or mock, a schism dissecting me,
coming across the weak budding weekly fundamentals unique, meager and meek.
Wanna be strokes of red and yellow,
blacking out the intellect of horizon.
Briefing my dim witted intellect,
as if sky only knew its hierarchy heralding the hope of a dawn.
After all hierarchy the jargon of monarchs and monopolists,
manipulating there lives on the ironic tyranny of ill sports.
Oh! will the frantic fregerence fill familiar rejection in my heart,
feeling failure humbling my flight.b

Falling to Pieces

Falling to Pieces

I don a disguise with everyone I meet

I’m a different someone with a different somebody

Caught up in my different faces

I forgot which one is real

Looking into an ocean

For a drop of salt less water

I stand here with nothing

Apart from the remains of those times that went by unknown.

Drowned myself in parts

A disguise gone here

A whole piece there

 These lost and shattered pieces

Come back to haunt me

A part that I left behind with that friend

Another piece that withered with the loss of a loved one.

-Nikita.