A guide to writing your inner child's voice

 If I were to write about it,

would it help me solve it.

Trying to wreck my habit.

Am I just being a bit vapid.

Would it make things better

or simply make it inferior.

I have a thousand problems.

How do I decode them?

I know no solution to fix it.

How the pain kicks in,

then ends before it begins.

I must accomplish much

but this situation is such.

I must, I might figure it out.

I wish I had no doubt.

Just flowing through tasks.

One of life's finest hacks.

Come into my arms as you go

towards what you most adore.

I have problems in my mind.

I have problems I can't define.

Problems that wake me

while I am fast asleep.

Problems that go straight

through my predetermined fate.

Do I seek my maker for

a manual, resolve or door.

I long for the key to behave

as it must, and what i gave.

For what it's worth.

Being helpful towards.

Everything above and below

the clouds and all they know.

I wrote about it and my everyday

problems don't seem to shy away.

On the contrary, the bills are

still unpaid, my budget is too far.

Still down, beaten out of luck,

deep down in the dark alleys

of my heart, awaiting the finale.

I sit on my chair in the center

of my world, staring at the monitor.

End of the sentence, press enter.

Speak now my inner lamenter.

Speak before the curtains fall,

not unless you're spoken to at all.

Then what is writing 

if not speaking through my typing

that is the everyday exciting.

It is every bit as frightening.

What if I am the one left starving

when the night falls upon us

and when their eyes gaze

mine, after going through days

and then weeks, which turned

quickly into months and months

poured into sleek bottles of years

years of sweat, blood and tears

years of longing and perseverance

a lot of things that don't make sense.

I've stashed 37 of these bottles

so far, I am just trying to glide

through life as it were a slide.

Laying one next to another.

Like reaching even further.

Romantic betrayal

This sudden change in your behaviour.

Now you're someone else's saviour.

The way you look away, is it real or acting?

You'd do anything to keep our eyes from meeting.

The reason why didn't matter, though

I want to know, I have always wanted to know.

So many questions, the need to understand.

Looking at life through a mirror and

picking up where my parents left off.

My life and relations, my feelings and thoughts.

Through summers and winters, in sunshine and rain.

I have seen many types of pain.

The pain caused by the one we love is

the worst kind of pain there is.

I believe we're all fated to have our trusts broken

like decorative showpieces waiting to be taken

and played with like nobody is watching,

thrown off the table, and nobody is catching.

Will you return for what was left behind?

Did you attain your peace of mind?

Knowing well of the trouble you put me in.

I can't even seek help from my next of kin.

Maybe one day in the distant future, I'll thank you

for making me a better person, who chose to continue

against all odds, in the face of adversity,

occupied with a mission, no place for self-pity.

Pulling me out of my comfort zone,

doing me like I wouldn't do my own,

down and dirty in a pool of misfortune.

I wish a higher power would get me out soon.

What can I say, if I had my way.

And you wouldn't betray.

If you choose to stay.

If my future were not left up to chance.

However, this is not the same circumstance.

This situation's got me spiritually incapacitated.

What you did has me emotionally defeated.

An empathic homicide, a rhetorical suicide.

No labels can justify what has been done.

No language can explain this crippling condition.

But I try. I try to do what seems right.

To express, with my limited insight.

How ever others may perceive what is being said.

These are the thoughts that fell out of my head.

No filter processing my feelings into these verses.

I run out of fingers, when I start counting my curses.

Do I seek shelter from god, whom I never prayed to?

Doing what is needed until there's nothing left to do.

When I am expected to obey the laws of the world.

Seeing all the injustice must have corrupted my soul.

It sits in a corner with its body folded like a ball.

As the hands of the shadow creep closer on the walls

and in the midst of my reality collapsing onto itself

I find no salvation,  no solution, nothing to place on the shelf.

All that I looked up to is all that has brought me down.

If you do think of me, see me without a frown.

You did what you had to, like it is your birthright.

If I knew how, I would fight.

Put my all out there to have done this right.

I was wrong and placed my bet on the wrong horse.

All that has happened has come to its course.

No point talking about what can't be changed.

Crossing limts never felt easy when the stakes were arranged. 

I fell victim to your enchanting eyes,

dreading the inevitable goodbye.

No matter how many stories I make up in my mind.

all the thoughts and confusions won't subside.

I wish I could go back and talk myself out of it.

But even that won't bring around the merit

in life, what we get and are grateful for it.

To even begin with only what we inherit

from the stars in the sky

perhaps that is the reason why.

Perhaps it is not; there's no way to know for sure.

Perhaps I should stop searching for a cure

and go all out instead. If I am still not

taken to the psych ward, give it a thought.

Not like you look into your imagination

for newfound inspiration, motivation

to give back what you have taken from me.

A piece of my life, a place in the universe for me.

A Lonesome Paradise

When I feel lonely

Which I almost always do

I spend time writing

There's nothing exciting

Thoughts are frightening

Insights are enlightening

To hide or reveal

To donate or steal

To show what I am made of

or be labelled as love

How else could I explain

perceptions of my brain

When I feel lonely 

Which I almost always do

I stop what I am doing

And I think of you

I think what you'd be doing

I wish that I were with you.

Doing what you're doing

Right next to you.

It may seem clingy

May even sound cute

I don't want to presume 

I don't want to be rude

When I feel lonely 

Which I almost always do

I do what you were doing

As if it were best to continue

I believe my forthcoming

I respect all that it stands for

I take it as my warning

to make something you adore

I hope my flattery works

for my shortcomings

There is nothing worse

than facing my delusions

When I feel lonely

Which I almost always do

I look around for some fun

not meant for everyone

The task once begun

Something to be done

Counting tragedies

Zero apologies

Look around to find none

Returning to base one

What needs to be done

to its completion

In all fairness

About the things that I want

are the words that are said

to forgive any sins of the passed.

Let there be none left to haunt

as these words will be read

to answer any question that was asked.

With a loving reasonable heart

know that I am here for you.

How you would like to interpret

what keeps us apart

and what it would do

for us all to connect.

 As I look upon a new day

born from what may be our past

to think I know what I am doing.

Walking the walk again the same way

undertaking the very mundane task

I feel I am in control of my doings.

If I had a chance to re-do

all that I had done.

Wasn't I atleast a bit curious

to see what I would do.

When it was my turn

to out live the life that once was.

Dearest mother,

I am glad to have this oppurtunity to say, "Thank you".

Not just for the toys you bought me as a kid,

but for how you guided me through the deeds I did.

Not just for giving me a good education,

but also, for the camps during summer vacation.

You taught me how to swim,

that it is ok not to win.

You taught me how to skate

and how to contemplate.

You taught me right from wrong,

showed how to be morally strong.

You were there when everyone was gone,

showed me how to carry on.

Even now your voice like a lullaby

puts all my worries to sleep.

If I hug your arm as I lay

all my fears would go away.

When I see myself in the mirror

your loving support shows clearer.

Before I check out,

I would like to say without any doubt.

It hurts when I see tears in your eyes

and you have the most wonderful smile.

You should know

You are not talking to me because:

1. I am like a spam caller trying to make a sale
2. Our relationship has gone stale
3. You lost your phone
4. You just want to be alone 
5. I am accident prone
6. You don't love me anymore
7. When I speak you feel bored
8. You don't care
9. You don't dare
10. There's nothing to talk about
11. You might shout
12. You have a doubt
13. You deserve better
14. I didn't write you a letter
15. I broke your trust
16. You want me to call first
17. You found someone else
18. In a dark place my mind dwells
19. I misbehaved with you
20. I can't catch a clue
21. I am very fake
22. We didn't camp by the lake 
23. I like DC and you like marvel
24. I am too much of a rebel
25. I think too much
26. You don't like my touch
27. I broke a few chairs
28. I didn't kiss you on the stairs
29. I am not physically fit
30. I can't go beyond the Aquila rift
31. I am a liar
32. I can't change a flat tyre
33. I didn't write a poem for you
34. I am always singing the blues
35. You have your reasons
36. There are only four seasons
37. You believe I'm not enough
38. With me life might be tough
39. You are looking for true love
40. I don't know what love is
41. I am selfish
42. raisins are called kishmish. (not in english)
43. I hate politics
44. You don't like my gimmicks
45. You didn't watch game of thrones
46. I don't eat chicken bones
47. I ruin things with words
48. You don't have pet birds
49. You like hills and I like beaches
50. I learn more than what life teaches
51. I don't believe in taking revenge
52. I am scared of a needle on a syringe
53. I choose to be the same
54. My excuses are lame
55. I am ignorant of a few facts
56. You make up for what I lack
57. You don't like my voice
58. It is only your choice
59. I lack self control
60. I have sold my soul
61. I make the same mistakes
62. I only eat vegan cakes
63. I am a dead heart
64. I make a lot of art 
65. I am simply a puppet 
66. I play in the shark pitt
67. I have a few mood swings
68. I don't have wings
69. I am broke
70. I smoke
71. I cry when I watch a few good movies
72. I point camera and tell "say cheese"
73. I've watch all the seasons of roadies
74. I don't like small talks
75. I like wearing dreadlocks
76. I don't own a pair of crocs
77. I wear mismatched socks
78. I have survived electric shocks
79. I can escape fort knox
80. I am a living paradox
81. I lack discipline
82. I like the tuna with the blue fin
83. I am my own priority 
84. I have an addictive personality
85. I am lost in my duality
86. I have escaped reality 
87. I am a bit lazy
88. I am a bit crazy 
89. I am not very punctual
90. I am not very practical
91. I am a bit anti social
92. I am a liar
93. I am a thief and a cheater
94. I am a womaniser
95. I am a people pleaser
96. I didn't finish reading waking the tiger
97. Your parents instructed not to
98. Your friends insisted not to
99. An earthworm doesn't have legs
100. To make an omlete you need to break some eggs

I can think of a hundred reasons

and a hundred more

but not truly know.

I wish to change my present reality

can't do that without 

accepting what is completely.

Tell me about the creatures of the deep dark ocean.

Tell me there is a solution.

Tell me there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Tell me the words of the lullaby for the devil.

I'll listen to what you have to say.

Call me whenever, even everyday.

I'd love to hear from you

and tell you that I hate girls like you

who keep a man hopeful yet confused.

Not you, you're special!

bow chica bow wow!

What is evil?

Something immoral!

Very cruel!

In a world

Waiting to

devour you

at the first 

chance it gets.

Evil shows

you how to live

beyond that

which you dread.

Pushing you

closer to death.

Pushing you

closer to the edge.

So you have

a chance

to spread

across the

ever expanding

Infinite.

Evil is that 

which manipulates.

Wishes to

control fates.

Can't give

but takes.

But seldom do we

truely see

the role it plays.

Like the hidden

roots of a tree,

providing support.

Into darkness

it has grown.

It's actions

have a reason.

That it knows best.

Put it not through

your meager test.

There's as much

bad in you

as there's

in me.

As we

lay in the

wake of reality.

That feeds

on consumption

of anything

and everything.

That needs

Rehabilitation

but rarely finds

completion.

These minds

Seek confirmation

of what they

already believe.

Refusing to see

that nothing

is ever complete.

With or without

these rosy glasses

there's a heart

that beats.

Let it sound

it's rhythm

to the ones

who plead.

In ways that

can't be decoded

so easily.

What is life

if not a journey.

Ask not for comfort

but strength.

To be.

To thrive.

Not just

Live.

Spelled backwards EVIL

is just LIVE.

I know you already knew.

These words are just

thoughts that flew.

Feelings that grew.

From the morning dew 

to the sun setting view.

Sown into me and you.

Are the threads of

the old and new.

Is this hope?

There is life in the darkest of oceans.

There is light in the deepest of space.

There are answers for almost all questions.

There is a personality behind every face.

Every stone has vibrating particles.

Every path has difficult obstacles.

Every night has a day.

Every destination has a way.

There is kindness in the coldest of hearts.

There is an entirety to a seperated part.

There is flow in the stillest of pictures.

There is silence in the loudest of lectures.

Every story has an audience.

Every memory has an experience.

Every storm has a center.

Every prey has a hunter.

There is success in the worst of losses.

There is an individual in every chorus.

There is a dream that remains unseen.

There is a common ground in between.

Every man wants to stand tall.

Every rise has a fall.

Every goal was a dream.

Every dawn has a scheme.  

There is a chance I can take.

There is a choice I can make.

Every loving heart will cry.

Every living being will die.

A poem

 A wild patience has brought me here and I don't want to go back.

I've landed on my face after falling through the crack.

I would listen but don't tell me about the qualities I lack.

I need to mend my aching soul, I need to heal. I need to grow.

A longtime has passed since I have felt like home

Experience has taught me that it is best to be on your own.

I don't like this place either but I don't have a choice.

If someone asks about me tell them that I wasn't very nice.

My actions surprise me, I am sure they shock you too.

My thoughts are haunted by the deeds I didn't do.

The presence of my mind is beyond the reach of my will.

I have watched and heard stories that make the devil have his fill.

Nobody would believe or understand what I say.

In nothingness I keep my faith and write another essay.

The last word of each sentence must rhyme with the last word of the next.

That's how I create an elegant poem out of some random text.

That's how I give meaning to this phenomena called life

That's how I find resolution through this strife.

The disintegration of dreams

What can I say about the world that comes to life when I fall asleep.

What can I say about the life that begins when I wake up from my dream.

Do you wish to know what I know?

Do I want to know what you want?

Is there anything I can do?

To make your wishes come true.

Is this just an act?

Or is it a fact?

If yes, then I'd love to be the best.

At what I think is a test.

A test of time.

A test of character.

Is life an act?

Am I an actor?

Is the world a stage?

and society a theatre?

So many questions

with answers and opinions.

What to do?

Where to go?

The which and the when

and the why and the how.

Is the past and the future

connecting through the now?

What about the things that never existed,

events that never took place

and people I never met?

Sweet were the memories, deleted.

Feelings gone leaving no trace.

Did I fall for the trap that was set?

Who is going to speak to let me know?

All that I don't but want to some how?

A saviour? A messiah? 

A hero for hire?

A villian wearing a crown of barbed wire?

A king resting on a funeral pyre?

A queen who assumes everyone's a liar?

You did the unforgivable deed,

for that guilty I plead

but we are going to let it slide.

Welcoming everyday with arms that were opened wide.

The smile doesn't come on so easy anymore.

The laughs they sound like a beast's last roar.

Not sure if you are keeping a score

but my life is surreal like works of the great Salvador.

This too shall pass

When all of you wants to, simply breathe

and circumstances don't let you fulfill your need.

The trusted ones seem to be lying through their teeth.

Misled by the one who promised to lead.

Less hands that work than the mouths that feed.

Nobody is willing to hear your plead.

Can't substantiate the existence of your creed.

Do you have a goal in sight?

Do you sleep peacefully at night?

When everything wrong feels right,

let me tell you what it feels like

to have the ground beneath your feet taken away.

To flee when you want to stay.

When the weight of your body feels too much.

When you crumble and fall with just a touch.

The limbs that support you grow weak.

For true love's embrace is all you seek.

When you want to share but can't speak. 

Going through life with selective memories. 

All relations have got you on your knees.

A sharp knife being driven delibrately

into your chest but slowly.

You feel like ripping your heart out

and stabbing it to stop it from being so devout.

Locked in a dark prison of you mind

thinking thoughts that are extremely unkind.

Torturing yourself with scenarios that don't even exist.

Creating situations that get your life in a twist.

It is not possible to simply forget your yesterday.

How could you just listen and not say.

Woven from threads which are about to fray.

For the value received what did you pay.

Typing these words in an empty room I lay.

Looking for answers, you belay.

Is this an ode to the ones who pray?

or simply another essential relay?

Onto the next from yesterday.

When you can't die

because you have to live.

When you can't cry,

for your eyes have no tears left to give.

It is just a ride

 Riding through life's street

there are many people we meet

coming across many experiences.

We learn survival.

Traffic sure is scary,

getting stuck

definitly sucks.

Maybe you get used to it

and eventually the 

traffic clears away.

The fuel sure is expensive.

Speed is scary

and risky

but tell me

does that stop you

from hitting that 160?

Accidents happen

that is the reason

we wear a helmet.

The pace of life is set

by you.

The decision to

travel is yours.

Even an endless road

has a destiny to fulfill.

It is the rider and

not the bike they say

It is the journey and

not the destination they say

They always have

something to say.

I usually plug in my

ear phones and drive away.

Help

A cry for help

or help itself.

When the music stops.

When the shit hits the fan.

Amongst all chaos,

Who's going to be the man?

To carry us across

these uncharted lands.

When life has gone on a toss

nothing goes according to plan.

Facing a heavy loss.

Doing only what we can.

Integrity and courage were the cost,

for the family we became.

From the absurdist actions 

which should have been banned,

are the lives we loved the most

and the glory regained.

Criticism for the lost,

ironically has no aim.

The one who does the most

takes the entire blame.

The hurting heart asks,

"Is there an end to this pain?".

It is good to put in the effort

but it always goes in vain.

The eye of the beholder knows,

that all of you is strained.

What is help?

What would you tell?

A simple act

of charity?

A pact

to have

some clarity? 

A kind gesture?

Like brushing

your dog's fur?

Loving the ones

who don't deserve?

Saving the ones

without a nerve?

Is it a virtue

Or a vice?

Self sacrifice?

Anything nice?

Teaching someone how

to help themselves?

Humble enough to bow

when you realise

you have mistaken.

For what is

cannot be shaken.

Not interfering while

that person eventually

figures out.

Holding a smile.

Willfully.

Without a doubt.

Not believing

truly knowing.

We are only a part

of a bigger unit.

None of us

are a perfect fit.

Build the trust.

Only do what we can.

When given a chance.

We must.

The rest

seems out

of reach.

More practice,

less preach.

Giving a free ride.

To be by your side.

Lay out facts to decide.

Spell out rules to abide.

A sturdy shoulder for you to mourn.

A hand to lift you when you are down.

Catch all the curve balls that are thrown.

To see more details than what's shown.

Provide assistance in repayment of a loan.

Clothe and feed the poor.

Provide coherence when you are unsure. 

So you've been told.

A tale that was sold

of the yound and old,

the scared and the bold,

the hot and the cold,

the meek and the bold.

The brotherhood of man

cannot understand

the essence of the plan

to unfold the reprimand

of the common.

For all that is needed

will eventually be done.

Keep it a secret,

like an unholy bet.

This is the way to help,

onto others but first yourself.

My pillow

My dear pillow,

I'm going to 

keep it mellow.

Here I go.

Living live people have hurled

words of betrayal and advice.

When the sun sets on the world

and darkness spreads over the skies.

When in blankets kids are furled,

I lay on my bed and close my eyes.

You soak in my stress after a long days work.

You lift my soul up when I'm stuck in the dirt.

You have witnessed of all my ups and downs.

You have been there while I smiled and frowned.

You have been a support to my heart when it aches.

You have always given me more than all it takes.

You heal my mind when it is tired.

You aid my brain get wired.

You give me dreams,

that nobody else sees.

You are so soft and steady.

You help me get ready

for what comes next.

You give my head a rest.

If you were put to a test,

I know you would be the best.

In your loving embrace when I breathe,

there is nothing in this eternity that I seek.

Spillage from a tainted heart

I am not a part of your dreams.

Don't even hear your silent screams.

I can't tell when you are lying.

I don't care if you are crying.

Don't want to know what you're doing.

Don't care about your feelings.

The prejudices living free of rent.

Eclipsed by my own judgement.

I find myself chained by my emotion.

In a world full of inaction.

Do words even mean anything?

Would it change something?

Does it even matter?

Is reality shaped like water?

When push came to shove.

If I told a human I love

that I hate them

and leave when they come.

Does that make me a better lover?

Would that give me more power?

over them?

Leaving behind breadcrumbs.

Would it change how I feel?

About me what it reveals?

What about love?

What does it do to a person?

What about the lack of it?

Love heals and hurts.

Love ignores and flirts.

Love can be chaotic and constant.

Love can be grateful and can repent.

Love is not all happiness.

It comes with a lot of sadness.

Love can feel angry.

Love can be sweet.

Love can be complicated

like this poem is completely twisted.

Love can be simple

like ABC is for people.

Love is all around.

for the ones who can see.

If you don't hear any sound.

Feel your heart beat.

Darkness best be expressed

Than keeping it repressed

Better out than in

emptying the trash bin

While reading this, if you heard my voice,

you might also know that this is my choice.

You are the exception

When all the rivers flow

into the great big ocean.

Backwaters show 

Its not always how it's done.

Is there a rose

that has no thorn?

Togetherness they chose

With the one withdrawn!

When everything

that felt right

begins to feel wrong!

Tell me 

if you would 

still hold on?

Learnt through

Experience?

You used to

be a fool.

There's always 

an exception

to every rule.

Like the Zodiac Killer

never brought to light.

Like a floor filler

that could not get it right.

Like a child's chiller

which is all bright.

Like a funny thriller

doesn't take place at night.

If everything were

perfectly fine.

This duty was nor

theirs or mine.

To have reached for 

the silver line.

To bring about true change.

How would you rearrange?

The list of priorities and desires.

Categories of the earnest and liars.

Life can't always be sunny,

but in a world run by money.

If you have dared

to be honest to yourself.

You have stared

at the beauty of love within yourself

and that love has shared

with you the courage to be yourself.

Cardiac Chronicles

Come with me

on a journey

to places forgotten 

and forsaken.

Horizons of fear and love.

From down below to far above

and everything

in between.

It began as a harmless expression.

An affair I thought would be fun.

A glimpse of  belonging.

That ended with rejection.

The problem with feeling

is that you feel everything.

The good and the bad.

The happy and the sad.

The indifferent and the mad.

The time always moved on

but didn't take me along.

Yes, I felt love again,

this time without any pain.

It was innocent and pure.

About this I was so sure.

I didn't even realise

how the distance grew.

Crawled into my demise

a phase which was new.

Waited without action

for whatsoever response.

Lost all communication.

Was left with all my wants.

With all the DOs and the DON'Ts.

All the CANs and the CAN'Ts.

I followed my heart.

Became a little smart.

Met so many amazing souls.

Wished they made me whole.

Misunderstanding pity for, you know what.

Looking back I know I deserved what I got.

Each and 

everytime

Without reason

Or rhyme.

I gave 

and gave.

Hoping someone 

would stay.

Trapped in a dream

I made up in my mind.

In anger I screamed.

Pretending to be kind.

I didn't know the cause.

I didn't know the effect.

I just thought I was

being truly altruistic,

but that was

my selfishness.

More or less.

Driving me 

to the 

edge of insanity.

I craved and longed.

For a special bond.

A forever and beyond.

That which I never found.

Those that had to go, went so far.

I never saw them again.

I felt alone and went to a bar.

Drank to numb the pain.

Smoked to feel.

Did everything

but heal.

I didn't even know

that I needed to.

The highs and lows

got me through.

What is, doesn't easily show.

Hard to tell the fake from the true.

There were few patiently making me see 

everything I needed was always inside me.

I might have chased them away.

Maybe they were never meant to stay.

When I gave my heart like it was a buffet,

to ashes I was laid.

I let the tap run,

until the tank was dry.

When I needed some

I could only try.

Despite my dedication 

I failed Everytime.

About all that has been done

I write and write.

It's not a lot of fun

but a clue I might find.

To change an underlying pattern,

that will join the love lines.

I have a belief so strong,

that I will never loose what's mine.

A few rhyming words

Remain calm my demons.

I have recieved your summons.

Being apart

has been difficult so far.

I know

this sorrow.

Is a feeling

that does show.

It stays even

if we don't swallow

the truth of all

that was hollow.

Together we put

our trust in that

which grows.

For only it holds

life as we know.

It is good to know

the ones that remain.

After the passing of

a million seasons

who choose 

to be the same.

To love or fear

the game

is to hold

the blame,

onto riches 

and fame.

What comes to position

is the complete rendition

of the time

that flew by

so fast.

The ones

who matter

couldn't last.

The spell that

was cast

doing tasks

before and after

each task. 

Wearing

and removing

each mask.

Raising the glass

not caring 

about your class.

For what lays

deep within

must not surpass

that which comes

from the abyss

of nothingness.

Where all that

everything seems

to be less.

Looking for sense

in competence.

Chance after chance.

Dance within

another dance.

A song that

was sung in

the future

causing alarms

that rung in

the past.

In this loops of time

when we do rewind.

Do we tend to find

a mind

that works the 

way it must?

A heart that

chooses to be kind.

Or is it just lust

for more power

and control?

Over all matter

and souls.

Few questions are better

left unanswered for a

time before

we thought of undoing

the sale from

door to door.

I am not perfect.

I am not done.

I am not confused about myself.

I am confused about everyone.

The harvester of lost souls

The grim reaper came knocking at my door,

asked if  I was the creator of life.

We sat and we spoke.

The reaper had a gun,

I only had a knife.

He said,

if life is a dream for the dead

and death is a nightmare for the living.

When you wake up

are you dead or alive?

I asked him if I had a choice.

He said,

When you are dying to live

and living to die.

Are you dead or alive?

He said,

If the lies are more real

and the truth, very fake.

Is your existence delibrate

or is it a mistake?

I asked him if I get to decide.

He said,

I always had a choice

and he asked me to decide.

To which I said,

when you want more

but have less.

When you keep less

and give more.

are you dead or alive?

To which, he replied,

when you look at me

and I into your eyes.

Is it death I see?

Or do you see life?

Urdu poetry types

 Aage khaai peeche kua

Har taraf hai dhuaa dhuaa

Nasamajh hai mera dil

Isko rokna hai mushkil

Iski hai koi manzil

Kiski doori kiski aas

Jaane kaise bhujegi yeh pyaas

Gaata rehta hai mera dil

Ae dhadkan tu aake mujhse mil

Yeh lafz hai tere kaafil

Itna haar ke bhi yeh thanka nahi

Nahi jaanta kya galat aur kya sahi

Kya hota woh aamil

Jo hota hai haasil

Jab tha nahi koi raahil

Dil jaan aur imaan

Ab hai tere naam

Tu hai mera makaan

Main hu alif aur tu hai laam

Aur meeme hamara jahaan