Listen to…..

God,
the supreme power,
the one,
who binds us together.
Worshippers praise him,
from hollows to towers.
Then why do people complain,
he doesn’t listen to our prayer?

Moments of anxiety,
wrapped as his share.
Moments of gaiety,
you unwrap,
for ones you care.
Out of ignorance,
you diminish his presence.
Then why do people complain,
he doesn’t listen to our prayer?

He is the virtue,
you choose to follow him.
Carving a path for you,
after walking a hundred miles,
you choose to deplore.
One of the traits,
we humans share.
Then why do people complain,
he doesn’t listen to our prayer?

Its just not about the path,
I talk.
Deep inside,
you truly believe,
that he’s merely a rock.
Sinners and cowards,
that’s all, we are.
Thoughts flow in our body,
like,
molten tar.
Sin is just a virus,
floating in air.
Then why do people complain,
he doesn’t listen to our prayer?

Selfish we are,
selflessness we shun.
We can’t even bear,
the heat of the scorching sun.
Shadows are what,
we are in search of,
everyday and everywhere.
Then why do people complain,
he doesn’t listen to our prayer?

Changing Times…………..

I’m so desperate to build a time machine,
A bunch of people would second this.
It’s not too much to ask is it?
It’s just a want, to wind the key backwards, two years,
Is more than enough.
I could suffice on this today.

With every block of brick I count,
As I step on it.
It makes me realize.
These steps that have helped me
Move forward, from one class to another.
Have actually in return
Subtracted those days out of my life.
My life………. A sum of countless things.
Things with which I lived before,
And hold up even now.

But what after t,
What after my journey ends,
Signaling me to go by giving,
A piece of paper in my hand.
Saying it’s your boarding pass to enter the train to success.

I’m searching a way,
A path, which will lead me,
Back, back home.
And that’s why I desperately need a Time machine.

All have dispersed like seeds,
If they have not been dispersed today, they will be tomorrow.
I’m belong to the lot of not-so-level-headed,
To make a choice.
In which field should I let myself in, to be sown?

Indifference is one my characteristic attribute.
It rules me.
But now it has turned into being naive and acting ignorant.
My blurry vision,
can be compared to the foggy path in front of me.
Don’t want to walk on it, don’t have a slightest clue where it will lead me.
No one besides me, to catch me and guide me through.
And this is why I’m so much in need of a Time machine.
Because I want to run back home.

I make a promise to myself every morning, but,
Break it at dawn.
This gives me solace.
But it’s not enough.
If I can’t go back,
I will have to march forward,
With the least expectations, or none.
And for this I will have to make my pillars strong,
My heart and my mind,
To lean on them for support later.
Only two months more…………..
My spinning head doesn’t let me forget this…….only two months more.
And this is why in this hour of urgency I need a Time machine.