COMPOSING LIFE

There's a certain bliss in words Which could really be seen through the heart For words don't make up a sentence They make up a soul And who better could be the companion of the heart If not the soul If the words arise questions They give answers as well If the words spread hatred They are the source of love as well If the words darkens your day They can brighten it up as well There's a certain bliss in expressing Which could really be understood by the heart For expressions don't convey a message They make up the conversation And who better could be the companion of the message If not the conversation If expressions arise endless possibilities They can close doors as well If expressions spread awareness They are the source of uninformed as well If expressions darken the world  They can brighten it up as well For the words are expressions and the expressions are the words For the expressions are the source of e...

Do the eyes which see the glory of devastation, deserve to see the epic happiness? Do the souls which once have lived a human body, deserve to be the spirits? Do the ears which have once heard, deserve to be deaf? Do the ones who have been needy, deserve to be content? Doesn't the moonlight deserve to be dark? Doesn't the sun deserve to be cold? Doesn't the wind deserve to be still? Doesn't the beauty deserve to be unseen? Doesn't the smoke deserve to be clear? Doesn't the rain deserve to be dry? Doesn't the sea deserve to be unfilled? Doesn't the soil deserve to be inept? Do the stars deserve to be the moon? Do the eyes which have seen once, deserve to be sightless?

I never knew, we could be friends Nor I thought I was well deserving to have one An angel I've got  Who cares a lot Never you mind about my silly stuff And honestly, I've got more than enough You can talk for hours, with me  I've been with a person Who doesn't know me But knows me well Maybe I'll never be able to repay the debt When on my demands you never slept It feels good to have a friend like you This opportunity is achieved by only a few  For you, I penned it down  I've got memories, for which am looking around Knowing that all my secrets are safe within you I know that I can't keep them with me After sharing them with you, phew! You loaded me with piles and piles of smiles Since you are there, I'll also be there To walk with you to infinite miles

When there are a thousand red roses, Between them, a blue rose will look discrete   All the people who have been trying to be different, Have always been that blue rose And all those people, at last, have been poets When these words are stuck, they come out like this They are expressed like this And people compare it to imagination But unfortunately, it’s the real thing Everyone can never become a Shakespeare But everyone can be their own Maybe I’ll never get the recognition But at least I’ll never regret That I never expressed myself One may never get the deepest idea By me, which is hidden beneath But they will create their own And give a new meaning to this piece So do I, when I write and share We’ve come a long way here You never know who’s gonna love this or not ’cause it depends on the meaning which they create on their own And it hardly matters when you know the real essence The idea is not only sharing,...