JIGSAW

Countless pieces,countless memories.
People around me constantly vary.
Piece by piece,part by part,
I gather those links to my jigsaw.

Each portion, a certain phase.
Each piece, a person with a different face.
Each person, important somehow.
Each missing link, a deadlock in the maze.

Keen on finishing my puzzle,
The nick of time, my head in front of the muzzle.
Scrambled was its look during the rush,
Abstract stuff always created a fuss.

At the time of those terrifying storms,
My jigsaw turned down, the pieces scattered.
Lost and recollecting memories, I tried fixing it.
Storm by storm, my pieces loosened.

Some of them refuse to fit,
Some lost forever.
Creating new memories, resembling a new jigsaw.
My recreation I couldn't recognize.

Years and years since I created my jigsaw.
It has changed unanimously.
In learning ways of life it has helped me magnanimously.
But, it's not what it always seems it is.

I still love playing with pieces.
Trials and errors, aiming for the perfect fit.
Somehow I managed to fill the vents.
One beautiful piece is still missing.

Never did I find a piece so perfect.
They never seem to fit or are just loose.
Still searching for that one piece,
For that storm eyes my glee.

Moving through I found a piece,
Still analysing the dimensions around.
Perfect! it's now upto the piece to see.
I guess you're the piece, that completes me.

DREAMERZ

Gazing at the infinity above,
The dreams that lie within subdue.
Contemplating on the survival without love.
Only waiting for your turn in the bizarre queue.

Life simply takes you for a ride sometimes.
Unaware the puppets of God dance around.
Each puppet only desires to be ALONG TIME???
The dumb puppets just follow without making any sound.

On the first light at dawn they move.
The labour for food and shelter is perspiring.
Bodies synonymous to machines with a million grooves.
The puppets dream of something worthy,something inspiring.

Smooth roads never make good drivers,
Constantly tested and required to prove your mettle.
Only a strong gust of wind is seeked by the aspiring high fliers.
A prolonged expectation of which is fatal.

How long is this ordeal gonna be?
Why out of the billion only me?
Why doesn't my pitiful state anyone see?
Is this what destiny has in store for me?

On the quest for those unanswered answers,
Summoning each one in the vicinity alive.
All comprising of the same struggling dreamers,
All I want is some answers,I need to survive.

Trying to look beyond the failures of the world.
Failing to peep inside your own
You decided your path,be it straight or curled,
The pretence of reaping what is already sown.

All you need is a little hope,
A small bit of generosity or benevolence.
Restricting your mindset from the latest dope.
Investing your skills in something that made more sense.

That tiny belief can single-handedly perform wonders.
The only strenuous part is to know yourself.
Your unknown virtues on which you ponder,
Emerge as a winner,who knows himself.

Don't walk as if you rule the world,
Walk as if you don't care who does.
Insanity and spasm in which you were hurled.
Move out with faith and a pure heart that loves.

Be yourself,and be honest about it.
Do not hesitate to claim what is yours.
Do guide others with the torch you lit.
Look behind and see the ego that was before yours.

Dream on my friend and strive to achieve them.
Stop living like a loser in a godless life.
Have an optimism that nothing can overwhelm.
Live the dream,love the dream n fulfill your life..

Conflicting Conscience

Deep within those buried souls,
Deep within those endless goals.
Perished and parched,my virtues taken.
Wriggling survival in this God forsaken.

I climb,climb hard to reach heaven's brink,
No pleasure,no pain,I constantly sink.
Conflicting scenarios battling within me.
Questioning what my conscience fails to see.

An obstruction around every corner.
Mishaps averted pertaining all my power.
Topsy n turvy personified me,
Procrastination as a virtue I show to thee.

My subconscious keeps me pondering all night.
Jeopardise my thoughts,hampers my insight.
Conflicting with the emotions of my adorable.
Convincing the irony on her being deplorable.

The reality or illusion I choose for survival.
My primacy for me being primal.
Adhering to the promises that I made,
My tyranny onto me I try and evade.

Trying to grasp what is beyond the shore,
Constantly torn and raped like an ugly whore.
My inside altered beyond recognition.
A taste of my sins and their redemption.

I gaze at the echoing emptiness around.
My words hit back,slash at me like a hound.
The chaotic campaign has cramped my mind.
Contemplating on it is nothing but a churn in the grind.

How I crave for that love,will they ever understand?
I'm simply the writhing snake in the 'speckled band'.
Unaware n unperturbed of my own sly drill.
The one who tamed me is the one I kill.