No, I am not a Poet... (A tribute to My Pen)

I don’t know from where I came,
Nor I know where will I go.
At the moment I am here,
Again I don’t know when might I disappear.

But I know one thing for sure,
That, I am not a Poet.
Even if I sometimes write my feelings
Yet, I am not a Poet.

I give all glory to My Pen,
It bring my thoughts to fair.
Holding my Pen, I feel its vigor,
Coz, with my feelings it makes a pair.

My Pen is a super hero,
Just like an Idol.
It evokes inspiring thoughts for all,
I thank you very much.
& I say it again,
I am not a poet… it`s you my “Pen”


The time when I feel lonely,
The time when I lose hope and faith.
You are only friend of that time,
You are the only mate.
I thank you very much,
& I`ll say it time and again
No, I am not a poet…. It`s you my dear “Pen”

Today I am here,
Tomorrow I might not be,
But my Pen will remain forever.
People came and went from my life,
But my Pen was always in my favor.

Even if I die,
But our friendship will fly.
Whenever they will read Our Poems,
Will also say the same I said,
giving you a ten- on- ten
No, he was not a Poet… actually it was “His Pen”.

I wish I could…. Unfolded Dreams !!

My dreams and my wishes
are the two anti- companions
just like a beetle and a wood
and for all those dreams,
I really wish… I could.

From big to small,
from urgent to all,
the disappointment is extreme.
every page of my life,
is filled with Unfolded Dreams

Voyage of my life,
is moreover a battle field
a battle to accord
surrounded with enemies,
m fighting without a sword

The only thing I don’t understand
is the reason of ` em all
fighting since a long time,
now m heading towards a great fall



Unlike you and unlike him
unlike every one out there
I also want to rejoice
but why my needs impair ?

Struggling since a long time
every definition of life has changed
now the situation is somewhat like this :-
Dreams are battle,
Veracity is battle,
Relations are battle,
And love is a battle too..
I`m sick & tired,
I need some rest
someone tell me what to do ?

1 Gram of Happiness...

My life is a mess.
With the clinch of loneliness,
Drowned down into deep sea of sorrow,
Yet I am searching for just 1 gram of Happiness…

Standing alone like in a desert place,
I am waiting for that glee to come and embrace.
I have things to utter,
I have things to show,
But I can`t find anyone to bestow.

I don’t know what to say in this regard,
Coz I feel it`s way too hard.
It`s my life why then not my call?
And the struggle is no doubt toughest of them all.

Now I am drifting towards my grave,
Coz my heart is no more brave
I thought I could make it on my own,
But now I can`t stand alone.

One day my wounds will get old,
The pain of life will unfold,
I will heal every problem,
I will heal every stress,
And finally I will get that 1gram of Happiness…