Why???

Why doesn't anything last forever
Why does it have to end,
We only get memories to savor
When every moment takes a bend..
Why can't we always smile
Why do we have to be sad,
We only get a fake happy profile
When every moment ceases to be rad..
Why don't people always care
Why is it always a momentary act,
We only just get a moment to spare
When we are forced into the friendship pact..
Why don't we get the love we want
Why do we have to live in pain,
We only get our fakeness to flaunt
When it is what is left to make us feel sane..
Why don't we a get a harmonious long life
Why do we always have to be tied to this buckle,
We only get to relive the strife
When life comes back a full circle....

Friends

There are so many people around
Some we call foes and others friends,
Yet there's always a similar kind of sound
Not a voice distinct and no different blends..
Everyone defines a new relation
The promises made are varied and different,
Yet they fall into the same classification
The implementation of all promises is so coherent..
The insides of our souls we bare
Thinking we know them too well,
But it is all a spout of momentary care
The problems are not theirs' to dwell..
We want to know them inside out
Just like they know us at the end of the day,
But they just don't want to leave a doubt
So they take your soul and walk away..
These are the people we call our friends
Foes these days are just not required,
Cause when we end up tying all the loose ends
We find friends are such that are certainly not desired...

The Feeling That Is...

The feeling comes back to haunt you
no matter how far away you try to run,
It goes down and rises again
never failing once just like the Sun..
You try to shut it out
try to become immune to it,
And yet it infects you again
making you sick to the pit..
You try to ward it off
try to make time a scapegoat,
And yet it knocks you off your feet again
making you realize you're sailing in that same boat..
You try to pass it by
try to follow yur own way,
And yet it blows you off
making you it's companion n again back into it you sway..
You try to let it go
try to shake it off your soul,
And yet it clings onto you
making you act as it wants just like a ghastly ghoul..
You try to close your eyes
try to figure out how to escape the feeling that you seek,
And yet it strengthens in your heart
making you realize what it is and moistening yur cheek....

Expectations

Expectations are like the worst diseases...
You suffer from an even more painful relapse every time you think you've recovered completely...

Friendship

It remains a question mark,
The cloud just ceases to lift...
The surroundings continue to be dark,
The dilemma of friendship does not drift...
You can talk to someone,
Feel better at times...
You only realize when you're done,
The talks were just as worthy as mimes...
You can be made to feel wanted,
Even get a little bit of care...
Yet you end up being haunted,
Cause even that is in return of a fare...
You can recount all your happiest moments,
Relate them all to it...
But when you recall all the sad deterrents,
Friendship again seems to have done it's bit...
You can call it a revelation,
It may make you happy and complete...
Then it also fills you with expectation,
Friendship as a definition continues to be obsolete....

Deserted..

I'm standing in the middle of this desert, searching for any sign of life, all hope that I ever had, being thwarted by the dusty wind very very slowly, an inch at a time. It's as though nature is playing a game, enjoying to see me being helpless so much that she's vowed to make me more and more helpless with every passing second. I search all around, looking for a sip of water to quench my ever growing thirst, that slowly rises to a new level, and finally gives way to fear.

I want to drink water and give a new lease to my thirsty throat, I want to breathe fresh air that isn't impregnated with sand, I want to talk to someone and find a companion for my journey, yet I'm doomed it seems to the loneliness of this desert, the thirst of my desire not meant to be quenched, no oasis to be found anywhere on the horizon, and I'm overcome by fear.

The fear of dying here, in the middle of this huge desert, inconspicuous to the entire world, ready to be lost within the arms of the desert, just another ordinary lonely grain of sand with the thought of a mirage of expectations, that ceases to exist.