Involuntary excercises(Haiku)

Poetry, films, sleep, thoughts
Never been so occupied
At times before exams.

The Search is on

I scramble through this wilderness
Not know where to land
The dreams I had seen
Seems to have diluted
In the poisonous waters of the plastic ocean.

This exhibionist world demands my obedience
But I beg to differ
For THEY know not
My happiness lies
Not in riches nor in fame
But in the letters
S-A-T-I-S-F-A-C-T-I-O-N

The clouds of despair
Never leave the sight
Threatening to cast
A spell of ceaseless frustation
I cower for protection
But without a HOME, I know
I shall be blown.

Is it difficult to comprehend a man
Who pursues gratification
And not hedonism and wealth
I says the difficulty is not in the man
But in the rigid dogmas of so called reality
For that MAN is as plain as paper
If those SHACKLES are broken free.

The irony now being that
Hope is my enemy as well as my friend
For it gives strength
But abandons without a whisper
Nevertheless, my will to differ
and bring a change
Tops it all
Hence the search is on.

Creamy vista (Haiku)

a hint of orange
filled with flakes of creamy white
evening sky sings song

Take me to that world

Take me to that world
Where I can be what I want
Where the things I imagine come to life
Where minds connect and resonate as one
Where anger, corruption and sorrow are unknown
Where peace, prosperity and happiness are only known
Where even nature knows only to hum
Where will I find such a dream world?

Quintessential pleasure (Haiku)

a full meal after
pleasure of smoking cigar
in the winter night

Shattered Dreams

Ask a broken man
"What life is"?
He says" Its all
in my shattered dreams."

Burns

Lost amidst the crowd of a billion
Lost everything and nowhere to go
I cower in the shadows of darkness
OH IT BURNS! IT BURNS RIGHT THROUGH.

What did I do to get it wrong?
I was an innocent child
And now I lost my innocence too
OH IT BURNS! IT BURNS RIGHT THROUGH.

Seasons come and go
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Lost the zeal to feel them too
OH IT BURNS! IT BURNS RIGHT THROUGH.

A cigarette in my left and a pen in my right
That is all I have now
And I wish to pass this night alright
OH IT BURNS! IT BURNS RIGHT THROUGH.