Someday....it won't.

Someday, someday it will happen,

the sky will house the plants,

the earth will do the clouds,

it'll be the ice that'll boil,

and it'll rain, it'll rain soil.

Someday, someday it'll be true,

it'll be night that will make the sun rise,

and so will the moon, by the sky deep blue.

The deserts will run the tides,

the camels will walk the seas,

for treasures that reason a thousand greeds,

it will be nothing but a thirst for trees.

Someday, someday it may all sound right,

The thundering of branches,

the rustling of clouds,

for everything that seems to be calm,

it'll be nothing but the silence that shouts.

The air is merely a medium for the voices,

who knows whom will it betray,

what will it alter and what will it say. 

Someday, someday we'll all run back in time,

the clocks will too share the crime.

Everyone will age, age younger,

it'll then be the future that they'll grow older.

And then it'll be the future that shall be cursed,

and it'll be the past that shall be sought.

It'll be the death that'll welcome a life,

it'll be the birth that'll stab you with knife.

Someday,someday this won't happen,

All the things that have been waiting,

for that one 'someday' to be,

maybe that one day wont show up, and even if it did,

maybe then, it won't be your cup of tea!

(For every wish and every day that stalls around every nook and corner, don't let it pass by  thinking of doing it some other day.

MAYBE there wont be another,to bother!)

Mask!

What did the night say,
what did you hear?
Did it speak of your greatest fear?
What did the mind say,
what did your heart hear?
didn't it tell you about the things you'll bear?

What fate had in it's play,
what did it play?
didn't it leave anything for destiny to say?

What dreams did your mind sketch,
what did they precis?
weren't they short of colours to depict it all?
What did the people say,
why did it matter?
didn't they opt a worthless chatter?

What did you wish to have,
what did you crave?
I only wish, may you be brave,
to follow it to your grave!
Why did I question,
what did I ask?
may be it's not me,
may be it's your mask!

Nacht!

The light from far kissed my face,

as I laid, like dead soul lays.

Right beneath, the grass green grew,

above was the sky that seemed dark blue.

The moon was high, on many little scars,

though it was curtained with a burst of clouds,

it shadowed all the shining stars.

As the wind blew right up by my ear,

my pen had a lot to write and my paper,

a lot to hear.

The night was long enough,

just long enough to house it all;

a thousand thoughts that ran through my mind, another thousand that just flashed up my eyes, a daisy fighting for it's stand, or may it be the drop it housed that was about to fall!

The silence was too loud to handle,

it ate my head like a burning candle.

My mind strayed away, scaling down the sky,

sooner or later it wished a star to fall by,

even  then it fetched for peace to light up the sky.

It ran down to the end of an alley,

an alley where the stars waited for their end to fall,

an end which lead to nothing but a new start's call.

A start which would consume all that existed, just to repeat the cycle that persisted.

Though the sky was seeming shy enough,

it's void spaces had a lot to speak about.

Somewhere at the back of my mind the heart whispered,

'someday as a star it'll be you who will fill it out, it'll be you who will speak it out’.

Someday, someday until when I stop laying around, doing nothing but counting stars.

Time - the mistaken slave!

The dawn the dusk,
are notching my head 
like a premium rusk.
All the lights are shedding off,
Either that,or my eyes are at laugh.
Falling apart day by day,
it's nothing, but my hair 
that's turning grey.

Though being a mere unit of measure,
it's what everyone seeks to treasure.
It runs slow at times, 
like when the sorrows seem to forever last,
it will creep too slow, but never too fast.
While others enjoy the moments that'll calmly please,
like a revenge to call, it runs like hell rather than cease.

May it be the wounds that run too deep,
Or may it be the phase that's running too low;
from winds of winter to  Autum's fall,
it's time that'll change it all.

People plead turning it back ,
some so that they can change the cause to their regret,
while some so that they can live it once again.
For what they don't know is,
it will all end in vain just like reverting the falling rain.
Many walked down the same road,
seeking for things in near future,
few found the way, few wandered off;
But nobody succeeded so long so far.
Cause they didn't knew the secret to universe's fall, 
that it's only gravity that can defy it all.

For whenever hoped for it to be,
whatever we wanted it to be.
It either turned out as a lesson,
or it exampled as slave not to be.
Though being a black sheep of current phase,
it's the only thing people chase.
Fooling everyone about it getting fooled,
it turned out to be a master,
in a disguise of slave that ruled .
It was only until when they realised the 'it' referred was nothing,

but a havoc named TIME.

Life!

Life ? What is it ?
Is it just finding happiness,
Or running away from sorrows.
Or to accept whatever it throws. 

Is it just waiting for death,
or panting for breath.
Does it start with

throbbing of your heart,
and does it end with ceasing of your brain .
For some it is a daily fight,
not for honour but for grain .
For some live to the fullest,
while some struggle to get it out of drain.
Is it living with all the glittering gold,
or is it the struggle to have cloth
just enough to fold.
Is it to forgive

for to rise above hate ,
or just being reason to someone else's fate.

For some it is only
the matter of wealth,
for some who know what it can't buy,
plead only for health.
Does it exist even after your death,
or does it before you were born .

Who knows it all,
a granny with a day to fall. 
Or a child happy with it's doll.
For those who 
think only of cashes,
should remember only one thing,
that it's just matter of time,
for we all will be nothing but ashe's.

The question is  still unanswered.

If it were in the dark,

let it be lit.
Life ? What is it ?
For I think,
It's dilemma's perfect fit.