Make Sure Your Death Isn’t The Same

Crawl like a snail
Is something which I will never take

Hibernate for months
No I can never stay so numb

Hanging upside down like a bat
How can you ever think of that?

Is this all you have for me
I feel like laughing at your futility



But I dare not, since I am futile myself
I am no fairy no elf

Waiting for a day when I could respect myself
Self confidence & pride are hardly ever felt

Gone are the days when I could stand strong
& now you wish me to run a marathon

I have created dream a many
But don’t have the courage to make true any



The purpose of my existence has become the biggest question
I need words no more – I need some action

If I wish to become an example for all
I better learn to stand tall

& then extend my helping hand
To all those who wish to move ahead

I would like to be a light house in the sea
So whenever they seek guidance they can come to me



Such a life would surely be worth living for
Let loose your passion & let it soar

No matter how insignificant your today would be
Make sure insignificant tomorrow should never be

Life is only for once
Consider it as your last chance

We all were born without a name
Make sure your death isn’t the same

Let Be Me And Never Follow Thee

I look at them closely. Try to penetrate their souls with my vision.
Successful sometimes & useless many a times.
They have got into this habit of pretending.
Pretending to be what they are not and can never be. But yet they continue to try. Stopping them would surely destruct them. It will pierce through their hearts.
So shall we let them pretend. Or may be this is the right thing to do.
Today when nothing remains real, pretension is the new key, pretension is the new skin.
But then why is that I simply cannot get into this skin?
Why is that my heart refuses to accept this new habit?
I refuse to be what I don’t really want to be.
I refuse to stand upside down to impress the world.
I refuse to unnecessarily try to get into smart conversations to prove I have a better intellect.
I refuse to lie down when the tides are high
. I would rather ride them & reach the eternity.
I refuse to sell myself in this world of demand & supply.
When I am dead & gone, they can have my dead body & supply it accordingly to their needs but definitely not till I am alive.
People are prone to getting influenced & carried away easily which leads to their surrender.
But surrender I will never.
My qualities are not usual. So those who have eyes would be able to see.
Now if I have a nice heart; I need not cut my chest & take it out to show.
All I need to be – is just be and let everyone see.
Thousand pretensions there may be, but it is not my cups of tea,
Let me be me & never follow thee.