Stress

Stress

I suffer a stress, too heavy in my mind.

Studies of different subjects, and same kind.

At times I have to suffer headache,

But its because of the choice i made.

I can't find the reason, why it is so?

Its not something which I can't let go

I wonder why I have to suffer this stress?

Coz I don't know the reason, I can't ever guess.

When it over-burdens me, I cool myself.

I try to forget and stay away from the bookshelf.

Is it all because I run away from it?

Its not so, it doesn't mean I don't try even a bit!!!

Rain

Rain

Black clouds spread all over,

Little droplets give sweet showers.

Lightning shows me the dark sky,

Thunder helps me to love the delight.

The touch of it heals all the pain inside,

Here i m, and here all my plight.

I feel I am out of the world, and time stands by,

Life is good, and so not better to die.

All inspite I walk through my way,

I wonder I could just, with the water, play;

This world belongs to me, and the people are mine;

All these drops too, and the stars that shine.

The Horse for Race.....

The Horse for Race.....

Once upon a time, there was a horse for race.

He was owned by a man,Rodget-who had some craze.

He was a man,who owned him for money.

Trained and fed him just to get some sweet honey.

Horse was good,it ran to fast.

It had a class,it had enthusiast.

But he knew if he lose he wouldn't last.

And would have to suffer a big bang and blast.

He was ready and at the time afraid.

He didn't know what to do when to raid.

But still he gathered his power,and got ready to run.

He was there the most expected one.

He was running and was the most speedy.

But as he moved,there happened a tragedy.

He was the fastest as all saw,

But he crossed his row,against the law.

He was overruled and thrown out of race.

He was cursed as many lost their coinage.

And of course the master,he castigated him so much.

His husk was torn out,and furs were shed overmuch.

He was sold out in the man's acrimony.

And worn out doing weight lifting and suffered agony.

This is how these poor animals are treated.

All this is not tractable it has to be abated.

Hold My Breath

Hold My Breath

I am tired of being faithless,

But do I really have a fault.

There is no-one to help,i am helpless;

I just wish i could vault.

Sad,lonely and miserable,

Is that only my fate?

As all the joys of life will-

I do get,but a little late.

I give myself a reason to live,

A reason to laugh and smile.

I know the reasons never exists,

So i can't live but just survive.

I hold my breath in my hand,

Waiting for my life to go.

Maybe someday I find such a land,

Where I won't feel so low.

Reasons

Reasons

Reasons, Reasons and Reasons for everything,

But no time to think.

Reasons, Reasons and Reasons for everything,

Reasons may change in just a blink.

Why we walk, why we talk, why we play;

No-one knows

Why every person have and choose their own way;

And in the end leave the world and goes.

Luck\destiny are different names of reasons,

They cannot do anything to you.

Reasons are given thousand more names,

But i can't take it the way others do.

These superstitions are made by us,

And still we fear,

Only weak people believe in all this,

But i don't believe everything i hear.

It is said that I am insane,

I don't have respect for heavenly things.

But to pray to and what to respect,

When there really aren't such things.

Reasons, Reasons and Reasons for everything,

But to this world no reason can create any change.

The Master and The Dog

The Master and The Dog

There was a dog,once upon a time

Singing, barking and playing in a rhyme.

Love, care and attention it only needed

It loved dog biscuits, on which it only feeded.

It had a master who loved him very much

He said he won't ever find a pet such.

By his love and food, he made the dog happy

And in this love named the dog Scrapy.

The dog jumped and crawled, kicked and growled

It loved the walk when both went out.

But one day there happened a terrific change

Why master love that new little child, it was quite strange.

Oh, the dog realised, it was his baby

'But still I deserve some love'-said he.

The dog got unhappy when it was ignored a lot

It even can't complain, as it cannot talk.

One day the dog went out to find new friends

And there met an accident.

"Oh poor dog"- said the man who hit him in hurry

The dog cried and cried, but there wasn't anybody to worry.

It said- "The world is too mean. The humans don't care.

We animals are also a part, we too deserve a share."

And the dog died in pain......

Music

Music

Music my life, Music my passion

People now have made it a fashion.

Guitar, Piano, Drums, and Synthesiser

Many more are there like- Violin, Sitar,Mouthorgan and Bagpiper.

Scientifically defined as a relieving and good sensation to ear

Generally defined can be defined as a combination of musical-notes,sounding like taste of pear.

Sometimes I think- What really music is?

Then I realise magic really exists.

When I hold my guitar, and the spectrum in my finger.

Everything in my life stops and hinder.

I get lost into my own world of dream.

My heart says- com'on namit,take a mic and scream.

My Melodious Music binds me like thief's with knife,

And i realise what is the real joy of life.

Music is the best medicine, it doesn't even cost a penny

Makes you feel like the brightest star, and happier than any.

My music says- I am lost, i gotta be myself

What i am, what's my identity when i cannot be myself.

Mathematics

Mathematics

Mathematics,a subject of calculations

Use your brain and do manipulations.

Add, subtract, divide, and multiply

Don't worry there is unlimited numeric supply.

Algebra,equations.geometry,and mensuration

Causes to me a lot of irritation.

People say it is an important part of your life

It makes your brain even sharper than knife.

When i ask my teachers- What is Mathematics?

They say- Buildings, gadgets, information and aeronautics

And when i ask - What does it have to do in all that?

They just say whatever i can think,the answers are beyond that.

If I ask-Is it really so essential?

I am told-It is the only thing which develops in you the potential.

OK-OK, I believe in what they say

But when it is gonna end,they never say.

Mathematics,the word itself seems unending

Oh hell, my all work is pending.

All the questions and problems come to me and shout.

Help-oh-anyone, i need help to get anywhere out.

Now,i am gonna end up with this line

And open my books and hope this maths make me bright.

My Pen

My Pen

Long,round,colourful tube of ink,

Green,blue,red,black and pink.

Used by writers,teachers,students and authors,

But even though of such great use no-one bothers.

Held between the three fingers of hand,

After use is thrown somewhere on land.

Cries,weeps,lie in sorrow there

Many-many people around but no-one there to hear.

Has different colours filled in the tube of ink,

Gives colours to the world,and many people a reason to think.

Faithful,unbiased,and friendly in nature,

And in every respect better than human creature.