How many times

How many times
This happens to us
We get to think
What all about really
is this fuss

When sometimes
Somethings we want
Seem to be so much away
That its an effort of whole lifetime
And not the task of a day

We put our fullest to it
And bring the best foot forward
But when we get hold of that
We realize No, its not what we want
May be what we needed or deserved
Had been left behind
Or may be lying ahead
but not definitely What we own, Wat we have

May be deserve something
Else, may be something better
But the better is never achieved
And war just goes on
Where we always loose from ourselves
And let better be winner

Life Surrounds me

I wrote this poetry just when was sitting silent and had no on to talk with , so i talked with some other beings .........

Were My eyes shut
OR My mind choked
That suddenly I could see it
From the deep sleep I woke

When I looked around
I tried to talk
So surprised I was
As everything did respond

Could I feel the air breathing
Or it just went a little fast
Could I hear the trees talking
Or just leaves together clattered

I could not find a difference
Between whats in me
and What moves out
Everything is no different
The thought is becoming clearer
The voice is getting loud