whY wHy whY thIs WhyZ siLeNce MaKiNg mOrE noIsE thAn THuNder !!

Dreams all trodden
Time so damn frozen
Thought of what all
Think have no call
seems Gods’’ too busy
oh Me feeling too dizzy

Den pondering upon
there comes a sound
asking Why what we
dream is never found
why are we always left
to reside in a bitter town



why this divine sun can never relieve
why we never have what we weave
why innocence always have to pay
why traumas come always in way
why this moon goes round round
why everything finally sink in ground
why sky seems to be thee mere limit
why life beyond we cannot inhibit


Why it seems as never evading cycle
where u sometimes even undergo miracle
Why there are thorns before every stride
Why it ought to be an exhausting ride
Why hope always we nurture and breed
Why the real chase for life never get ceased
Why severe tides in life are sure to be there
Why hand before we are never made aware


Why living life for some is supposedly a charm
Why whereas for some it’s never even been calm
Why ones’ dreams have no space in this bitter life
Why one is always left for mercy and to strive
Why waking every morning one sees a new light
Why in the end everything seems to be a mere fight


Why when one do no bad still one has to suffer
Why the appalling circumstances have to occur
Why there can’t remain euphoric times forever
Why happiness in life is a mere locked treasure
Why to become that one we aspire is like impossible
Why when one self giving best still meant to stumble
Why on gesturing upon with a good look towards life
Why it has to leave us with a wish that kill me with knife


Why life’s train takes oneself from leaves at the same
Why this streched journey is all about being all maim
Why when we have it, we never realize its significance
Why in later stage of life we have to regret for this instance
Why is it that a stone thrown by dear ones’ also we welcome
Why without them in life the glossy diamond also seems broken


Why gauging upon ones’ emotion is tough too a measure
Why forgetting and forgiving are not an easy stuff however
Why when days and years and centuries are so well defined
Why then the times we lead are most uncertainly rhymed
Why shadows trace us in day but vanish in the nights twitter
Why in forlorn darkened night like everyone even shadows wither
Why channels of life you never wanted to traverse has to come in
Why do we have to then live a life terrible as if under some sin?



Now to all whys’ a big halt
Lemme think Who is at fault
Well my chariot is not in my way
think I should simply wait for my say
So just thought blogging is a good way for my
Thoughts to stay and have its own lustrous ray
But Why why why still is what I say
Datz the way hey
:P