"Unfaced Phase"

Long scriptures of thoughts
The dilemna of right or wrong

Taking stands on left or right
Mind playing on the see-saw ride

Confusion in selection,
For present and the future

Shifting poles
And lifting standards

It's difficult -
The making and the endings

At last, following the instinct
and believing it forever is Decision-Making.

"Now" and "Then"

I am here today

You're also here.

But this day itself will be a story, someday.

How happy you feel to narrate your stories.

Rehearse it well.

This is one more to your collection.

You'll meet me tomorrow 

I'll be up with things to share.

Aren't you the one whose incidents I am sharing right now?

Yes, it is a round place,

I'll keep moving with my stories

And so will you.

Let's plan how we meet up -

One day, a dusk hour 

Into each other, surprised!

A million words to say.

How good it is,

To remember a today on a tomorrow.

And how beautiful it is,

To share tomorrows with people of today!

"If I could go back"

I wish it was easy to mold the times,
Invention of a time machine was an easy kind.

Not only going back is what I demand,
But few headway should come along.

Times when mistakes cannot be realized ,
Are the times when we feel the real disgust.

I wish I could go back; hit and try,
Check what works in my favor :

Mental state would be an easy one, then.

I do not demand changes,

I just demand realizations and lessons.

I wish I could go back!

''Friends''

Not born together
But stays together

Bonded with love
Shares sweetness like dove

Destructive and Peaceful
Funny and Helpful

Fellows who define happiness
People who cure loneliness

The ones to go on drives with
The ones to have booze with

They pull you down like a mire
But publicly becomes a savior

As close as families
And witnesses of our follies

They are idiots for lifetime
With whom we are super fine.

"Drizzle"

Clear skies turning black

The dry air turning damp

Winters turning cold
The summers turning old

Birds on trees turning more
Chirping around turns to nodes

Soil turns wet
Air turns great

The scorching summers

Give way to mooners

Sight of slight grey
Creatures turned all to their drey

Spectrum with no ends
Experience of no days

Mesmerizing to see
Contentment for thee.

A Never-Ending Journey

The Raindrops

On the window's tops

Flowing down the surfaces

Passing through different phases

Accompanied by similar being

Just like clones with each human being

Unknown yet parallel they walk

Just like a bird that mock

Much of a life's race

This journey is difficult to trace

Destiny lies at the end

But life's meant to mend

This would not end ever

And the struggle would run forever.

'Summer Nostalgia'

Under the bright sun
With friends on the run

Climbing the trees of town
With tiny limbs and a frown

Little ones riding the tricycles
Taller on the bicycles

Stopping on the roadside
Rocking on the four sides

Ice-cream cones in the hands

Icy cream on the pants

Jumping and Prancing all over
Marching and dancing like a hover

Eating candies and lolly-pops
Playing with all sorts of props

Smiling faces, shining eyes
Wide awake till sunrise

Playing carom and cards
With family until one retards

Those days are gone
Leaving behind memories of home

Till now comes the summer
But only for those little runners.