Crescent Whirlwind

Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth is hiding behind the soul When the breeze is blowing with shudder and time running with quiver Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth is hiding behind the soul When the trees bearing the leaves in yellow and the mind residing in a hollow When the monotony overshadows the Life and the serenity disappears with a vibe Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth,hiding behind the soul When the peaks lowers the troughs and everyone around is playing bluffs Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth is hiding behind the soul When integrity has lost its lust and sovereignty taking over the rush Its really easy to say,"I don't have emotions"... with the inner feelings itching hard, reminding

I feel," some questions are raised from the need to remain unanswered! " How hard you may try,to put into words the answers or explanations ;you fail..cause those questions really can't be answered with full justice!May be some other time they could be,but definitely not at that particular moment of time.        So after having come across quite a such situations in my life I have jumped to the above conclusion.Actually its very difficult to explain,but its just like Many a times it happens some thought/concept/plan of action directly touches your soul or the inner you and you,whole as a person get inspired by it.The life becomes like,eat the thought,drink the thought,sleep the thought.That some concept takes over your mind,body and soul and you get carried away however difficult or even serene scenario just by a notion of that concept dwelling inside you,dripping deep into your veins... And how hard it is to explain this feeling in words or make others understand it to

Iss Jeevan ki Yatra mein , humsafar bichhad gaye Sathi the jo kabhi , aaj yaad ban gaye Ek raah per kayamat mud gayi , dusri raah per weh mude Hum toh kambakht aisehi aage nikal pade Na kisika saath hajam hua , firbhi muskurate kehete gaye "Jo hua Allah marji ,hum toh apni manjil ki oor chale " Mukaddar manjil bhi kaha najar aayi ? Uski chaah mein toh hum chaltehi chale gaye , Vapas usi mukaam per, jahan Kayamat mud gayi , Tab jakar samjhe hum, Kathputliyaan hain hum, Nachanewala toh aurhi koi , Bas chalte rehete hai hum...

In the middle of nowhere,standing straight waiting for a boat to come and take, seeking for a helping hand yet could not find any and I end up entering into the world of an irony, Life is like a riddle,waiting to be unpuzzled and I am like a question born to remain unanswered, Life comes in a way it wants to, and I wait for a chance to get through, But no signals of rescue and no chance of a getaway I remain unanswered and History in its own way, And my questions wrapped in the enigma of Mystery life ends... No one knows How she lived... How she loved...

Why I am always questioning to the mind that is in Blue ? Why I am always hoping for the dream which will never turn true ? Why do I always have to be in Red,waiting for the Red Letter Days ? Why do I never find the most perfect Getaways ? Why do I always get piped at the post ? And why do they never really clear the coast ? Why the sky is always high,with the clouds lined in Silver ? And why I am always a culprit but not a believer ? Why do They always have a head start ? And why do I remain playing with the dart ? Why my Birth is some random shot ? And why February these days ain't hot ? Why I am always the victim of dishing the dirt and hashing the things ? And why do I never get invincible wings ? Why my feelings are always ripped ? And why my life is so cryptic ? Why my destiny keeps on adding conundrum ? And why I could never be a bookworm ? why do they always have to be patronising ? And why my life can never be amazing ? why I am a mere profligator ? And why I could neve