Hazy

Should i call myself fortunate?
For i misplaced my solitudenes,
i forgot how we used to be
for what propose it existed within me
I lacked idea how glad it made me in search of grace
No matter how i was, i was satisfied
For i knew my life, it itself was a mess!!

I am insane forgetting i had life i dint wanted to share
Every single day i wrote to almighty hoping it would reach there..
I murmered my wishes, that i rarely expected would come true
Yet i laid everynights expecting to go well through

I fought with what i owned
My own never resembled my wants
I cycled my ideas because inovation  was some other stories
It was something that never striked on my mind
All i wished was some miracle that would settle me aside
And now all those hassle, they have comprised my daily life
Making me glad and in all ways satisfy!




My tiny expectation that turned out to be real
And i stood here as like i  had always  wished to heal
Standing on my destined way, waking on the road i ever wanted to be
I found myself blessed with all my dreams surrendering for me

I dont have to fight anymore , pains have become nightmare for me
that i have never seen
Strangely Now i search my solitudeness  somewhere within,
And wish for my messy life that at least would make me happy for my thousands of minor sufferings!

I miss my countryland

The clouds mouldering above my head
Compelling me to web my thoughts
And taking me back to those days
Where i would stand out of corridor
To hear those pretty birds of my land sing
That mud which would make me inhale the smell of its own

And now,
When i stand and stare here
Outside of the similar corridor
I find these birds, pretty enough though
Who have never won my heart say
You miss your country land you miss your country's door
I don't think i can satisfy myself
Still i must , for this has to be my home for long
Every morning i die inside to walk out with pride
And every nights i die again to hear my mom wish me a goodnight

This can never replace the place where i was
These birds, they never warble the song i used to hear
I hear find nothing in me that would make me myself
The more i try to be me , the more my heart it starts to pain
I wanna heal at least recalling those days
Where i would proudly stand and stare
The nature of my land which no other place now can replace

And as the rain falls on my head
Rolling on my face it tries to tease
Neither i enjoy nor i wish to play with it
For deep inside i know its not the one that belongs to me
I clearly can smell the fragrance of my lovely days
And with my glistening eyes my internal rain rolling upon me it says
Desiring to cease i sadly hear them say
I miss my country land that's where i wanna stay
Its myself here, whether i flourish or cry out loud
No one is gonna ask me why where and how?
Finally its so , i silently move back to my own
For this is the same place that has to be my home for a longthat has to be my home for a long..