The half emptied cup of life
appearing half-filled to others;
pains disguised in the attire of smiles.
...
O, My Love! I can’t live without you, your distance is unbearable to me;
It makes me feel haunted by evil spirils, your company is a safe to me;
The feeling of your being away from me, makes me nervous altogether.
The very thought of living alone, disturbs my mental set up completely;
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The Cup Of Life
The half emptied cup of life
appearing half-filled to others;
pains disguised in the attire of smiles.
A little movement brings storm on the surface
but the raising waves unable to reach the shore;
smothered back into the cage of traditions.
Unable to break the boundaries and chains
struggling between love and freedom;
the ebbing feelings after the full moon.
Is the tide not better having power enough
To move wherever it desires to go;
surpassing the congested banks to endure?
Life is like a disguised enemy
luring to achieve success and fame;
snatching love and peace in return.
Never be befooled by the glaring dreams
happinesses are limited and short-lived;
sorrows countless and permanent.
Not having anything is the only way
to lead a peaceful life whatever it is;
achievements bring the fear of detachment.
Love disappears before it is enjoyed
life looses charm ere it is lived;
joys temporary and illusion of eyes only.