Angels in Disguise

Who are they? Are they my friends in all emotions or they are angels in disguise?

What my mind is thinking? Are they reading the same?

My eyes are looking for peace, are their shoulders meant for the same?

My words are best understood by them, are they Collins or Oxford?

They read my body, soul and heart, sometimes they play my part.

What is sadness in their presence? I don’t want to search anymore.

I will never change my priorities. It’s more than my duties.

They are like other side of morning which is more beautiful.

They are like other side of lie, the truth.

They are like other side of faith which is more trustworthy.

They taught me that the world is mean and selfish, now I believe in it as earlier I used to think its all rubbish.

The people are here for purpose, they pass by with the solution.

Thank god, I have an angel in disguise who have an answer for every of my emotion.

For  Saharsha

Dawn's Highway

It was dawn's highway, the first moment of the day.

The dogs are chasing car, have they just checked out from the bar?

The cow with her calf, whose size was just its half, no need to laugh.

The people who are pissing and shitting around, are they helping the farmer in manuring their ground?

Are the trees going fast in the opposite direction or we're moving fast against of them?

The birds are flying low and high, are they waving you final goodbye?

The road is rough, the drive is tough, the man outside is having bad cough.

Who is peeping from the clouds? Is it the Sun? Whats the fun if its not spreading sunshine?

The staring eyes, the muddy eyes, all are behaving like spies.

The irritating dust of dawn, the sky is torn.

The green grass is like shining brass.

What my eyes are searching in the morning? Is it the peace or the truck just broke it by honking?

The dawn highway, where the thoughts are finding their each way.

Just the Poem

Where I have lost, where was my writing, have I lost it or wasn't thinking about it?

The busyness of life kept me away from it or its just an excuse?

Where is the friend, where are the people who follow my writing? 

Are they over my writing or they’ve found the replacement?

I am not surprised because its something I presented on the stage. I am the writer not the actor. 

Who is the actor, the man in disguise or the leader whom we look upto.

Is it a good world to write about or I couldn't find better words to describe about? 

There is a scream, where is laughter? There is anger, we’re in danger.

The wet eyes are more painful or the dried one? Who is going to answer?

Relationships break with a sad end and a bad word. 

Are you over with it or you’re living the life you never wanted to?

You recover soon; you forget what is good and what is not. 

You’re falling in hell, you need a hand of your friend, is he there to hold it or you've lost him miles away?

Listen, the life is unpredictable; you learn it when you’re through. All I am saying is to be true.

Can you make an eye contact with me or is there guilt in you which only you could see?

Have you missed your home lately, have you called your mom and told her that you miss home and her? Have you had a word with your Dad?

The hour is here to express, why it was suppressed, I don’t know the reason.

The colour was blue and black then why its turning grey everywhere.

The changes in you I can’t accept, you can live your life except me.

I am lost in the words and the music, which is there to check me. I am master of my own.