Create the Creator!

A voluminous truce of insanity
I welcomed back humanity
Of unwell shores and secluded delights,
A legal battle by moths for neon lights.

Nuances of illicit emotions
A change of heart for unkept reactions
I cross my legs in discomfort
I look at the horizon with little effort.

Wings guiding their flights,
Crossing the shoes of wakeful delights
The peacock stares at the broken wheel of myriad colours
Waiting to dip its feathers in drops of Solaris.

Looking at the challenges put forth,
I feel my life has been blazed through the forks,
The patheways of glory wait to beseech
Its rendereing a dream held stop with a screach.

Hollowed down voices of underachievement
Rising echoes of squanderers on the pavement,
Like a devil incinerate,
It wreaks of people who wait.

The Oblivion

All passions subside,
Long towers collide,
Engaging ideas are polite

The oceans beckon,
The years overcome,
Making changes,
Through yearly fringes.

A sleek oblivion,
A challenge of Arian,
A crossbow of thought,
A feeling that surmounts.

I call it lever,
Making the quiver,
Of boundaries and shiver,
We welcome the beaver.

Never ending seasons,
Of perfect reasons,
Songs and threesomes,
We welcome the masons.

Zindagi Ek Kwaab:

Har raat ko subah mili,
Har dil ko dard mila,
Har saaye ko andhera,
Har ujaale ko basera

Par pyass abhi hai
Kuch yaad abhi hai
Who puchte hai chain kaha?
In andheron mein savera kaha?

Pucho toh jano, ehsaas hi hai rutba
Kashish hai yeh ajooba.