When Dreams die

you used to swear in my name
waiting for the day with alacrity
when I'll cease to be a temtation
and move from virtual to reality


you used to spent umpteen nights
with your head on my heart
sometimes sobbing, sometimes cuddling
unmindful of time's moving applecart

Alas! time has really changed now
you don't remember me at all
shamelessly bartering me away
for some glittering paper notes
now you walk a different road

you no more wait for the day
coz you can create the morning ray
you no more spent nights in my arms
you don't stay enough to see it come

you no more cry for me
i don't interest you anymore
sold in the brothel of ur life
I'm just a forgotten folklore

today, I lay all alone
lost in the darkness of ur mind
each day fading away
like the slipping sands of time

Some birds never fly
some heart never cry
some moments never die
some people never say goodbye

some feeling stay sublime
some words never rhyme
some silence better than hyme
some mistake turn to crime

Sack full of lies

Zillion pages on life and Humanity
He read in his youthful days
painting images of revolution in his mind
He thrived on verses and unread face

Alas! time robbed him of his equanimity
destitute of emotions, he survives
Strife-torn between truth and reality
Now he lays aloof like a sack full of lies