Life You Call it?

Life You Call It

By: Akhilesh Agarwal

That misty sky and that misty land
Those misty eyes and those misty tears
The hope of dawn moves you along
On this harsh path we call Life

Those sudden accusations and dreadful attributions
The love of them, the loss of them
That dreadful nights in Fate's lap
Murdering ourselves in what we call Life

That aching pain in middle of our chest
And those hopeless sighs in middle of nowhere
Breathe in and out for you are here
And you have to survive this torture called Life

These Memories And Little Things

These Memories And Little Things
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

In silence of nights and darkness of skies
Is the time these memories rise
A lady dreams about running in wild
Searching for her long buried little child
An addicted teenager dreams about how bad was his fate
The day he had tried his first cigarette
And the forlorn husband about the day his wife ran away
And so hopelessly hopes that she had come back a day
And an old lady of those wicked wars
in which her husband joined those shiny stars
But among them all a little soul sleeps
Thinking of how beautifully his mother sings

Unnoticeable Disfigurement

"Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week." - Spanish Proverb

A man, too good to be true, scarred for life
In his rush, hit a truck and lost a leg
And then spilled more tears over his departing wife
His love for her: an unnoticeable disfigurement

Children threw stones at him, to check if he could run again
As he limped his way across the lane
Crutches as support, matters were worsened by rain
His courage against the odds: an unnoticeable disfigurement

From his increasing loneliness, no one could save
And in a dusky night he hanged himself
People exclaimed how weak he was over his grave
His struggle for fairness: an unnoticeable disfigurement