Simply Emotions

Regardless how loudly she cry, her Drama will not work here! Doesn't matter   how beautiful she is! But her ego makes her damn ugly. Hopeless how clever she is! But a Broken heart   will never leave her.

All my sufferings And my pain, Is accumulating  In the vein Of the instrument Called heart. That lives close to her... But still miles apart. All my sufferings  And all my pain Will probably  Rain, One day. She will feel  Helpless when  She be drenched. But I will  Still save her. Because my  Emotions will Again rain over her !!

  I might not exist for her Yet she is my world. I am dying for her, Yet she doesn’t bother  Even To hate……. She doesn’t want even  To watch my funeral Yet I will wish best for her, Even from hell. She doesn’t want to hear My dying sound, Unhealed wound, Escaping breathe, And unaccomplished deeds. Yet her voice  Is feast of my soul…….. At last she would not, Bother even to comment On this poem; Which is worst for her , Even than crap…..

In the bosom of platform, There lay two peculiar lines Which used to be so fascinating? In my lovely childhood. But now the hot potato Of my cherished heyday. For I have heard now, That these lines are parallel; That they don’t intersect And the distance remains constant. But my intellect plea; Poor will remain deprived, Because the corruption is parallel. Weaker will remain underdogs Because the demagogues are parallel. Politicians and their electors, Will remain always in conflict, Because their ideology is parallel. General students will always suffer, Because the reservation is parallel. Drunkard will remain satisfied, Because the bars are parallel, Parallel to each highway road. Lovers will remain parted, Because harsh rule of the Ostentatious society is parallel. Tell me please, for God’s sake, Does these lines are really parallel? Or they intersect somewhere far away. May be other platform,station. Or a junctio...

You came Just as a ray , Like dying sun In the night grey, Just an illusion Of rising day. When it started feeling, It has got , The pleasure of rising day Heavenly light and more a lot. Soon it realizes The fantasy,                                                        A day so bright, In a black basked dark night. Which is full of sufferings, And bright day to follow.      Keeping the mind wandering But still hollow .