Shishir

Deep In Love

When i saw you first time,
I did the thing love crime
.
I fell in your love which is sweet
poison
,
without my intension.
I never got sleep,
I was in your drug deep.
The clock is too lazy when your
away,
Why dont you talk to me baby.
The nights kill me while i cant push
the time and loneliness pierce inside,
Why cant you hug me when I lay my
shoulders wide.
I am lonely in dark desert,
finding the way which is useless
effort.
Loving You is my favourite mistake,
Trust me for my pure soul,this love
isn’t fake.
When i look in your lovely blue
eyes,
I cant say no, i feel hypnotise.
Hear my thanking voice o’ Jesus,
for your beautiful creation of sea
goddess.
She is beautiful queen in heart of
sea,
I want to be selfish for the honey
of
this bee.
Then what are you waiting for,
Come to me there may be tomorrow or
nor.
-The dude who makes place in everybody’s heart. . . . . . .
-God’s Chosen One. . . . . .

Life’

The race begins as we come to this earth;first breath,first heart beat.
The body defense mechanism struggling every second to be alive.
Learning to walk,speak,think and act.
We all learn to act among the people in live life drama.
Duplicate smile wearing mask and hiding own identity.
Dealing with people,community socially but trying to get profit at every angle and corner.
Struck-up,hanged-up in web of culture,race,customs,tradition,laws and rules.
All the things only to serve the needs of food,cloth and shelter.
Struggling for existence,survival of fittest.
Moving to the god’s movements like threaded puppets.
There is no fucking option its a game no escape.
Sometimes i think why god needs to take enjoyment with this bloody ‘show of creation’ of us.
No questioning of these axioms but to accept.
If god gets bored of your show he crushes you dead and quits your ‘life’named game.
Lucky are those whom he takes to height.
But there are unfortunate in whose miseries he finds his pleasure.
But I belive ‘I Am God’s Chosen One’
When i stop this mocking rhyme i too will continue the same as above.
The show must go on. . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .