In this life

In this life;
I will live my life;
Like a butterfly;
From morn to dawn.

I want to;
Touch the stars of sky;
Like a bird on flight;
Beyond the clouds in sky.

I will not live;
My life in sigh;
Like a flower in sun;
That wilts away.

With my life;
I will show that life;
Isn't only dark;
But also bright.

Saga of a broken dream

I’m drowning in my past;
That too, just so fast;
Days were so divine;
And my life was sweet as wine;
Memories start to appear;
As an unforgettable fear;
Life seems to crumble;
Like a shell too feable;
Heart starts to shiver;
While my lips leap to quiver;
Words seem to halt;
As if in a broken shaft;
Mind seems to freeze;
In a chilling breeze;
I ceased wishing for more;
Since all my dreams have gone sore;
I pretend to laugh;
Though my words are broken into half;
I have no shelter to hide;
Why can’t life be a little mild?
Life is just too cruel!
And pain is its fuel;
Before the almighty, I bow;
While my tears continue to flow.

Mysterious Search

She was always sad;
With imploring eyes;
People thought she was mad;
Since she seemed as cold as ice.

In cold nights, she wept;
Her bare legs shivering;
On the ground, she slept;
Listening to angels whispering.

She was found wandering;
Like a lost sheep;
And people kept wondering;
Seeing her always weep.

She was as dark as night;
And always too shy;
But her eyes carried a light;
And people kept asking "why"?.

She had no friend;
But her solitude;
"Alone shall I tread";
That was her attitude.

Someone called her mean;
"Yeah true", others agreed;
And whenever she was seen;
People spat like untidy breed.

Days and nights flew;
Seasons dwelled with time;
Still the sky stayed blue;
And the world sublime.

Now her hair is grey;
And her eyes buried;
Slowly she walks away;
As if she is deeply worried.

She is a lady under veil;
Of sorrow and misery;
Still why doesn't she reveal?;
The reason of her revery.

Still she always waits;
At the entrance of the church;
Along with other saints;
In a mysterious search.