Talk to me

I can look at you for hours,
It feels like you want to speak to me,
Sing to me and share with me stories of your past.


I keep waiting for you to talk,
but always find you soundless and quiet.
Are you making fun of me or playing with my thoughts?


I see you staring and showering smiles at me,
I see them all the time.
But, is it only me or you keep fooling all?

My Inspiration- the old man on the street.

There are so many things which are not in my control,
which give pain and make me think more.
I wish I had a magic wand,
to take away the miseries and all that is bad.

It's hard to imagine how you live,
it's like a challenge every day in a row.
You have strength, patience, faith and hope,
which I believe is unknown to most.

I surrender, being oblivious to the fortitude you show,
as if I am the only one to have things wrong.
I ask all, to think just once about you,
and Faith will immediately rush back to all.

You inspire me by your courage and attitude,
as if you own everything that I may know.
You made me Grateful for all that I have,
and I pray for you and those captured in my mind.

You give me strength and make me move,
because of you I remember that I have strength.
I want to live and live like you,
even if life gets tougher and harder than the one I know.

Trying my hand at poetry :)

Mind is overpowered by fears,

known yet they seem unknown.

Is it loneliness or my own creation?

I feel lost and powerless,

I cry out and long for someone,

but only my shadow prefers to stay close.

My soul is shattered by the sharp pain

but tears take charge,

the only strength I think, I possess,

Escaping  from everything appears best

But human mind has doors,

which block my ability to reason

my thoughts and confidence give up with me

I embrace the feeling not knowing,

what is it that I have just gained.