Beyond the beautiful forever
Away from the soulful river
I could see a world unseen by others
A world from where no living being ever returned
Yet I went there to know the unknown

They Say,
Money is a matter of functions four,
A medium, a measure
A standard, a store.

I say,
It's a matter of hope, greed and despair,
It can make people fall in love and still be the reason for endless wars.

Money creates scars,
No matter how many pages you turn, it never gonna end, like the pages of a billionaire's memoir.

With money, you can get into a bar,
Can buy a car, may be a Landrover or Jaguar,
But who gonna heal that heart,
Whose tears can feel a reservoir.

With money, you can still have an affair,
With a starlet, if lucky may be a superstar,
But that innocent would never ever gonna come back to repair, your soul's scars.

It’s never ever gonna happen,
The way you want.

The world works in mysterious ways,
Which we never really understand.

So lets begin the story, don’t let the wait broadened.
The moments spent together, would remain till the end.

I dreamed a dream,
A beautiful dream

That was a dream of love, of passions coming straight from the core (of my heart)
Of emotions, that would never go sour

That was a dream of care, of devotion and prayer
Of feelings which will make the eyes full of tear.

A dream of courage, of getting rid of the saggy evil wreckage (of my mind)
Without becoming my inner demons hostage
A dream of gratitude, coming out of the shell of solitude

A dream where begins the end of solitary confinement,
The journey of all new excitement

A dream of endless emotions
The eternity of its mystification

A dream where you speak your heart out
Even when you are in crowd, you just standout

Once the eyes opened,
The whole thing shattered with a scream
And that was the end of my beautiful dream

His soul defied gravity,
It drew him towards the sky.
Even without feathers,
He started to fly.

He was honest, loving and truthful,
Believed Life as the principal marvel
To him Trust, Hope and Faith are the biggest virtues,
Which emitted from people’s soul?

After reaching the top of the sky,
He realized he is a mere human who could not even fly

But that did not disheartened him at all,
As he accepted his own fall.
Will definitely get over his injuries,
To start the voyage again to find his soul.

Millions of them telling me everyday
She is an illusion and just don't exist,

In spite of the fuzzy winter’s heyday
How can I still see you standing beyond the mist?

Gazing at your smiling face which insists
You are neither my hallucination nor memories reminisce

As the mist got darker,
Your gleaming eyes went beyond my borders
Regardless of my beliefs, I lost you forever

But Still believes the mist will dissolve and
..... ..... ..... .....

He was a droid sans of any emotions
Who was sent to earth to spread joy & brotherhood notions

He lacked feelings and heart
Still cared for his pet dog and cat

When somebody asked who was he, why he is here
He would say, ‘I am someone, sent here to take away people’s tears

Life, love and other things
Which are the prerequisites for any human being
The absence of which never put an end to the droid’s process of learning.

He studied, he trained,
He taught himself the tenets of being a human