Summing it up!!!!

I have told you a lot of stories,
Mr. Miller's life and his art,
About his love and his broken heart.
A tale of two countries,
And a battle amongst two enemies.
About young people losing vision,
Committing sins without any reason.
A few characters i tried to draw,
Tried creating them without any flaws.
I showed you a magician's charm,
Out of illusion he showed you a realm.
I also wrote about the world's biggest play,
The puppeteer's show ran through night and day.
These were all essayed down in my diaries.
I wrote about almost everything,
But missed on one, One so close to me,
About me, the story of a writer.
A writer who writes all bitter,
A man who tried living as an optimist,
but always landed on the other side.
Though i was never an atheist,
But yet i wrote the wrongest.
And now i have kept aside my wry,
and decided to see this world,
with a different EYE!!!!

This is how i am!!

Sorry but i wasn't born rich,
I was, i was the underprivileged.
My entire childhood got ruined,
i grew up living in slums,
Not born with a silver spoon,
But born with a few symptoms.
And was i given a few bruises,
And dreams,those were just burnt down,
burnt down to ashes.
You called me filthy and untouchable,
But i guess that feeling was all mutual.
Some of my sisters were sent to brothels,
And a few brothers,
they chose to be nothing but scoundrels.
And i couldn't choose, 'cause i was young,
So they sent me to beg and live.
You know why i am a cripple,
'cause my life was ripped by an evil.
But i am growing up and becoming brave,
All to fight for, for a 6 foot grave.
I laugh at it,
And i pray, i pray to God,
Not to give much of me to this world.
But i am blessed,
To have this life,
to carve a niche,
So that the rest don't fall where i am....

Sinners And Saints!!

A half world full of sinners,
Another half,
That is filled with people,
Who claim to be saints.
In the name of God,
They sin, and never do they repent.
They also proclaim themselves,
To be the only winners.
But haven't they realized,
They have won themselves hell.
I see evil in them draped in robes,
Seen all across this entire globe.
Acting, as if they are the priests,
Knowing,that inside, Resides a beast.
They tried to capsulate the same evil in me,
But i decided not to disgrace Him,
And stay in that world of sinners.

Lingering Life!!!!!

I was wondering that how many times has it happened with me that i have sat down and written with an objective or an aim? The answer to it is- 'never'.
I recently lost my will to write and so did i lose my passion for magic. It hasn't happened to me for the first time but it has been like a daily routine for me. Whatever work i started doing could never be completed or compiled. Let's take a recent example, i was searching for a diary to pen down my thoughts but i could not find any, so i eventually gave up looking for it. I then sat down and thought over it for a while and realized that i was leading an unworthy life.
I made an analysis of it and came to a conclusion that i have to change for the better, change for the good. I may not be a skillful writer but it is my passion, and i write for my own good. And that is why i have decided that no matter what it takes i will write each and everyday in my life henceforth. Be it for 15 minutes, 5 minutes or maybe for an hour, but i will write.
I can be a perfect example for anyone who is living this sort of a life or has at least been a part of it. Have we ever thought that why we are living this sort of a life? No, 'cause we never had the time to think about it. We were busy whiling away our time on other immaterial stuff. Never did we have any idols whom we could have followed.
I had this diary that had quotes written on top of it from various super successful men like William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, John F. Kennedy, Mother Teresa, Prophet Mohammed, Lord Vishnu and various other people. But i never had the time to read them. Believe me if ever i would have read those quotes and understood them then life would have had a completely different meaning to it. These were men of honor and whatever they wrote had an enormous potential to change ones lifestyle. They set their goals and achieved them, be it for the humanity or in the field of science or for the entire world.
Some of us dream for success and achieve it and some of us just dream and never work upon it. Why is it that we live life so worthlessly? Why do not we thrive for success or is it just that we do not have the guts to face competition, eh?
We never cared to find the answers to our questions and let them remain unanswered. Why do we have to linger on our past? We got to find answers, we have to do it and that's what i am doing. Have you started yet?

The Day I'll Quit..

Sitting in my study i stare at the blue wall,
Fidgeting with my sister's favorite doll,
I find it awkwardly hard to pen down thoughts,
For the words shuffle up as i try to untie the knots.

My eyes glance at the withered pages,
At all that i wrote, that took me ages,
The smell of the pages reaches the nose,
To my mind it seems like i have had my own tranquilizer's dose.

My pen forbids me from writing anymore,
And my hands tremble after i write a line or more,
My voice quivers whenever i try to read it out aloud,
And the ears don't hear now, 'cause they are not allowed.

There was a time when i wrote with all the zeal and aptness,
But now something's gone missing,maybe it's the prowess.
My mind says that i am doing nothing but wasting my time,
It asks me to work on something that's atleast worth a dime.

My heart pleads to me to write on,
Write from the dusk through the dawn.
But i want to write and write forever,
with all the passion and the never-ending fervor.

Lost Love..

With you,did I dream about spending an eternity,
But you left me all alone with the jolts in this journey,
Moments of us together were patched perfectly,
But didn't i prove to you that i was trustworthy.

Deep in your thoughts my heart starts to sink,
Tears roll down, and the eyes don't blink.
My friends call me romeo, but i am lovesick,
I tried to adhere to my promises,but didn't stick.

The day you left i cried, and cried like a child,
Living in anguish, the mind lost control and got wild.
God didn't let me have my wish come true,
But i believe in destiny, and i'll always wait for you.

And as long as i live i will love you always,
But i know you will love me in your own ways.
No power in this world can keep the two of us apart,
For i'll be your happy and you'll be the queen of my heart..

Stephen Miller- The Storyteller

I have a story to tell, the story of a story teller,
People in Fableland called him Stephen Miller.
He could mesmerize anyone, and it was his art,
But he fell in love and is now left with a broken heart.

His stories were beyond anyone's imagination,
Every time they were new and full of innovation.
He always left his audiences spell-bounded,
His ability to dramatize was never ever doubted.

His era was the era of love and romance,
And he had this lover amongst his fans,
She was a fairy for him, fairy from his dreams,
He could die for her, for her one little glimpse.

Master Miller was deeply in love with her,
he loved her with all fervor and enamor.
She attended all his shows in her tiny town,
And when he left her for shows she'd frown.

Together they did look a cute cuddly couple,
With her he always kept out of all trouble.
They danced gleefully together at the ball,
People envied them and always gave a gall.

But one day she fell ill and in his arms did she die,
Master Miller broke that day, but the man didn't cry.
The fairy had gone, she pleaded for the show to go on,
Right through the early dusk till the late dawn,

Master Miller did all what she had asked for,
But the power had gone and gone forever.
And that was the story of the story teller,
After which he was only called a lover........