Scribbled

Not so dirty,but yeah, not so clean too
Life improves but does it always do so?

Simple are things that looks most of the times
tougher,though

A method that is right,A path that should follow
has particular time has particular day.

Things uninvited are never cherished
Be it a human or some wealth's greed

Rules that you break makes you an OUTLAW

There shall be a better place,
There shall be a better day.

Tamed by Memories

Many memories that are unperturbed,
Are still there but are tranquil.

Though I know are Gone forever
But,yet,extra indelible they are.

Law to move is ineluctable
have tried hard to bend it all.

Pursuit of stillness is interminable
Success is attained to none,at all.

But, All I see are these, I have,
These memories of past that I once was.

Nothing can efface,nor could they be destroyed
For all are engraved within me,
till the day I hear that I am called.

The smiling fool

ask your hear and you ll know
the truth which with open eyes
you might not see
ask and tell
might never come
the best way to live
is to live carefree
there's however an obvious difference
between being carefree and careless
seldom will you do anything
that's for others
because that's the only human quality
that'll never change
every single act of humanity
has found roots in the soil of self
admit or deny the fact remains unmorphed
why do we cry then?
it's a state of mind where
humans stop being themselves
and make a selfish attempt
at being selfless
that state is pure and
can be put as godly
what makes us do
what we are doing now
we do,what we see others doing
the earthly pleasures of
money food sleep drinks sex
have failed to satisfy us
from time to time
sometimes
frustration crosses all the barriers
all we want to do is yell out
to the world that stares hard
at us without a wink
seclusion and abstinence
might prove helpful
but they too fail
in a week's time
and we come out and take birth again.

Life of a Breathe

Tandem of life is so so weird,
so difficult,so easy at times,
what we do,all comes back to us,
Just breathing is what all alive.

We break,we make but all it takes,
Are moments that we would never stake,
But,still, some laugh off when they fail,
Is breathing it all called being alive.

We treasure some but more we loose,
relations that make us the one we are,
Few make us cry,rest bothers not,
And still we breathe hard to be alive.

Life is for once, but its all in vain,
if no content gained till you die,
And makes you happy when all are gay,
Is exactly when a breathe keeps you alive.