I have two stories in my head,
One happened and other I tell.
I rise after every failure,
And with every victories I fell.

Let the time fly
And go as far as it can
But take my message
Which future can comprehend

Tougher times are ahead
Murky winds will blow
Hide under the shade of tree
Rain is coming with heavy flow

Wait till the rain stops
To read the message again
Walk bravely through tough times
To end this helpless reign

I have lot to write before I forget
Tell me in future to relax
This time i am cursing always
Is not the reason to make me perplex

-shashank
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Let's hold a silence now
For the caste we enslave
While we **** eachother
Let's save the space for grave.

Let's mourn together now
In the name of nature
While our death bed prepares
Let's save a social crater.

Let's cry together now
In the name of nation
While the society rots
Let's save our federation

Let's hold a last ritual now
For the dying will of humanity
While we all see the death
Of Love, peace and faternity

I look at my phone
First thing every morning
In a heft to not miss any
I start my day frowning

Instead of looking for time
I compare mine with others
With no sense of correlation
I tend to cut my own feathers

Snoozing one more time
Every morning begins like this
Starting with an excuse for sleep
We hold on to excuses in our fist

I don't know how to start
Because everyone does the same
Though a little difference in perspective
Everyone looks for overnight fame.

-Shashank

What is love ?
Is this same what I feel for her
Or is it what she feels for me
But what if combination is love
And we both feel differently
I don't know
If this is love ?

I have seen my mother
I have felt her care for me
She had a different dictionary
Because near her I felt free
She never says it out loud
So I don't know
If this love ?

So is it what my sister feels
Does in a different way
Which involves how she heals
My thoughts and understanding
We have a wide gap between us
Filled with late night talking
I still don't know
If this is love

But with my father
I never do any of the fancy things
Neither did he complaints about it
Nor he denies any belongings
There is an unsaid communication
Between him and me
I think I know
This sacrifice of words is love.

Now if I combine every picture
Every side of love I have ever seen
It gives the image so bizzare
That no one has ever seen
It is in crying , silence and glare
I don't know but I feel its everywhere
I should say before these words flee
I know love and it was with all of me