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Forced Inspiration

The life I am living is so dry and meaningless
That I am living it very thoughtless

Thinking about things which makes me numb
My brain don’t have anything else to pump

The air which is blowing in my way
I hope I get the answers from it as it sway

Time is passing by so fast
nothing but a rhythmic beat’s playing in my nest

A monotone called life asked me for motivation
I said, look for a forced inspiration

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I Hope

This is first poem I have written and it is 4.5 years old. I came across it surprisingly and thought of sharing it here. Pardon my English, it sounds as if I did a true translation from my mother tongue to English.

Wishes , not being fulfilled
Dreams , not coming true
Goals, not able to achieve

Making me numb , turning me into a stone
Making me think , what should i do?
Making me sad , why should i live?
Making me think, of committing suicide

But lack of valiance………….

Saw a child working in a shop

seen him beating up by his owner
seen him being abused by heartless people
seen him working hard for food

But…..

Seen him always smiling and celebrating

Now, this moment I felt differently
Never before I was feeling different when I saw a child working
Is this called the HOPE I am seeing in his face?

My tears are washed away by that unknown power
Making me smile unknowingly
Then I realized , what is life about

Happyness is the eternal thing in life
and till it comes we have to have the Hope

I hope HOPE will never forget me…..
some day or other I will get what I want
until then………….I Hope………………..

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A letter named “Good Night”

Life is sometimes like a potter’s wheel
which has nothing to do but rotate

Life is sometimes like a drunken monkey
which has no rules and direction

Life is sometimes like a unremembered dream
which is very exciting and yet we can’t remember what has happened

Life is sometimes like a flowing river
We carry away with the flow of thoughts

Life is sometimes like a rat race
that we do anything for the first place even at the cost of other rats

Life is sometimes like a gun in the hand of a terrorist
that we even don’t know the person who is holding us and yet listen to his words

When I think about all these things, I get bored of life
I may not have seen much of you in my life which is like a desert
but the thought of YOU makes me so excited
like an oasis in the middle of a desert, that
I even forget what boredom is like and who I am.

So, I don’t get tired in saying the same two words
everyday before you sleep….. “Good Night”.