Life-A Poem

A million thoughts through the day come to my mind

But when I sit to pen it down, not one I find

Where do they vanish, into thin air?

Or they just tell me, that life's not fair.

Like these floating words, there are lives many

Some famished, struck with hunger, not worth a penny

Like those that drown and never resurface

They do go and never show their face

Some of them we loved, they died!

Like words we choose to forever hide

And some with pride, we show to the world

Both words and lives, in air are hurled.

So few of them, that feel like home

Those little moments make life a poem!

The Promise - That's Tomorrow

Walking down the deserted street 

And seeing the sun of my life set

Struggle so long and now a defeat

My eyes, my soul, my heart is wet.

I stand, I trip, I stand still again

And broken is my heart, but my faith-

My faith will bear all the pain

One day in success my efforts will bathe.

The sun that sets today will rise

And my determination will fight

Fight for the dream I saw with open eyes

There is hope in darkness, there is light.

Though I'm in pieces lying today

But my tomorrow will be mine

I'll put my shattered pieces again

The ruined today will tomorrow be fine

The sky awaits for me to fly

And with my strength, the clouds I'll kiss

I'll be there, up there high

This is to my tomorrow-my promise.

Monsters

There are monsters in my head
They won't let me go to bed
Tonight I'll stay wide awake
'Cause sleep makes my hands shake
My life flashes in my dreams
These nightmares call for screams
Falling in the deepest trench
Their thirst my tears quench
Something one of them uttered 

Oh no my brain they murdered
Its red that now surrounds
My wounds screaming without sounds

They say I'm quiet, I do not speak
I do not let the weapons leak
Brainless voiceless friendless heap
What I sow, did I reap?

Shut in, shut out, shut inside out
Insecure immature pestering lout
Seeing the scars they're terrified
What if I open my soul wide?

Broken, shattered, stitched and stuck
Hope, my friend, the deuce suck
In my hands are blades that sink
The bites in my flesh don't make me blink
Kidnapped I still try to whisper
But none out there can decipher
My own hands they did hire
To set myself on fire
What's left is a little blood
And in my eyes a flood
This situation is becoming dire
Please save me before I tire.