Market

Unless I have an illusion, the world doesn't believe what had happened.
That when happened seems unremarkable in my side then.
I have sweats but I have lost them once, twice and thrice in the race of fame.
To no cuts have cut my blind day where there's drizzle through shining rain.
All shore do stand like pumpkin , my older time had prospous leddings.
Wrapped in yellow tiffins with shirly cartoons with rounded corners and smiling waves.
Unpaured one touch of smile, only one, just one behind that mapping stage.

Living me Y.K a folded hands pray,
On steps on doors that looked my way.

Name maniac unique it stand,
Prose eyes that mate apprend.

Soured limbs icy blue bloods,
Athletes firing browny muds.

Lend tears and borrow waters,
No rains furnish the wood cutters.

Oh dearie pleasant surprise to hold,
Till time telling the timings bold.

Rush through mere deserts away,
Mere footsteps that lend presence stay.

Markets lapping proud and play,
Milky stuff shutting straight and stray.

Forgotten

Very unrealistic ways turned up like a wave, that when I turned the world seemed upside down.
Within split of seconds, I narrated the incidents passing on, and a life that listened careful to this ending dawn.
Before I put my hand on my lace, the player took to me further apart, me where inside led lost.
Between layers of cruel destiny that a time laid off, forgotton like a tiff of snow, melted beyond and miffed upon.
Up upon I love the sky, to flip away the wings to fly, and then walk and walk to an endless mile.
There to pace no end infinite before the limits of hand. Beyond me he who can think can waive a wing and a flying thing.
Forgotten apace apart my name Y.K,
Open to touch and feel the grace.
Spelled within words drawn in lame,
For firsts that stand insane.
A fail that felt a fault of own,
Bare dismay a mental stone.
Yet a pain that sets strain,
Begging poison lying insane.

A pauper torn in papers plane,
Melting fires the desires again.
Let again the flight so high,
Smile swaps the burning sigh.

Shred tears on doors born die ,
A little life that wants to fly.
Red lips where red stone do hit,
The words that stand alike so fit.

That trembles to thumps of foots so near,
I can hear them so loud and clear.
That I stood and saw the ships there,
Another lives that comes from where!

Bring Me Back Yetesh Sharma Feat. Kapil Dev

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Wide Blow

Let's test your abilities, each as if demands the same.
We say let's see how do you do!

Par kabhi aankhen bhi dhokha khati hai,
Bhule bhatke bazaaron mei.
Kabhi yahan to kabhi vahan jahan koi na ho,
Mai bhi nahi, tum bhi bhi lekin jahan duniya hai.

Mai nakhush hu tumse, khud mujhse yeh maine kaha,
Kyonki thak gya hu mai, khud hu lekin maksad nhi.
Pata hai yeh ke kuch to hai,
Kuch mangna chahta hai vo mujhse.
Bin bole barsaat jab padhi,
To shuk aur irade pathar ban gye.
Mere darr ka maksad hai, yeh bhi darega,
Kuch karne ko kaha to karte karte kar guzrega.

Masoomi nazroon se dekha yu Maine,
Jaise kuch pta hai jo nhi chahta hu mai.
Le chla hai khud apna bna kar makbara,
Jahan jena hi zindagi ka naam hai.

Aaj aise likhna chahta hai jo huya nhi ab tak,
Jo hona hai shayad ya hona nakhush hai.
Jise darr bhi darra nhi sakta , vo samay aana hai,
Jo aana nhi chahta use bulana hai, use khush karna hai.

Likhte likhte behta ja rha hai mai khud,
Khush shyad jo vo hai, use nakhush krna hai.
Kuch sochne to dil chahta hai, krne ko,
Jahan zindagi ki dil khol kar talaash hai.

In lafzoon mein gam ki aarzo shyad khatam na ho,
Khushi jarror doond lena.
Arey mai to vo hon jo waqt ka nazraana hai,
Mujhe darr ki duniya se khud talaash lena.

Towards an unending possession that don't wants to leave, its divine...

Costs Less... Or more?

What have been a truth, somewhere we inhale it raw.
But behind bait, waits you to get inhaled!
Where could I stand lonely, the crowded the world stands before any hands.
Stood up to say, nothing foul that lay, questioned , but nothing happened.
We have a chance to get mingled now with colours of destiny, bright and shining, but nothing just happens if we don't want to.

Don't wish it, just have it.

Said those costs less, more alluring features, than what could do to do before the thing that done, before hand , before poison hit the run.

And then I would know, I will know, I should, I may the word behind everything, for me and you.

Found Untraditional

Your thoughts may say " nothing has changed" but you do know, something has changed within a split of a day.
You try finding something and get something else, this is how you fail to get what you really opted for.
Motives are changed, and found finding the lost, repenting on loss, jealousy , competition, comparison, talks, promises, etc untraditional.
As I know about something serious I may become serious and I won't laugh but its just we know the cause and feel admired to that.
We know the fault, and we don't want to correct, that's a mistake but a passion!

Being bad is just as good as bring good, being good is as bad as being bad.
Two sides of the coins that lie in me at a pretty same time, is not a dream to pressure but a practice that holds long a time without boundaries.

I know answers , but the questions they are just a flaw.

Never ever they end, never they become good, so going good and being bad is just the only possible way of life...
I found that all untraditional...

Know Me Or Not?

Hmm, not a big deal to answer but there is a slight twist in the way of answer.

If you know me, then you don't and if you don't, you do!

Now, the answer could be, I guess, I don't know you!

Yeah! Very well to say that.

Changing the lines, tale of tuffest turns, truth whispers, royalty stands for everyone, etc. They all have deep meanings, deep do I say.

Find them, tell me if can you, Know Me Or Not?