I’m trapped inside my head

At first there wasn't a sound, or its trace.

It seemed to me like a silent place.
Then a wise voice spoke;
Something sleepy it awoke.

We used to talk for an hour or two.
Then it was time to bid adieu.
Our conversations slowly became longer;
My desire to listen became stronger.

Soon the speakers were three.
My imaginations were now running free.
Then it seemed and there was no doubt;
In my head, there was a crowd.

I speak so much without a word.
But all of it the crowd has heard.
Outside I feel, I fail to communicate;
And here they discuss my ideas and appreciate.

Yet there is this need to speak out.
Voice my words and voice them loud.
I think, I’ll write them down and have them read;
Because I’m trapped inside my head!

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From Fame to a Flame

It was like music when it rained. Pretty amusing when I gained. Very abusing when it dawned, That all of it; was a game. I heard the music when it rained. I sip on gold, I sip on fame, My own desires in a frame, My all emotions in a flame, I should have known, it wasn’t water when it rained! I think, I say. I say, I think. I was so thoughtful before it came. And I wanted to dance, when it rained. I thought you heard. I called your name. All my love, All in vain. I was so happy when it rained. Now I am still. Now I am cold. I lose all power that I hold. And now I am desperate. Now in drain. I long for that music when it rained. I fooled myself in the fooling game. I heard the music when it rained.

भ्रम

ना हो कर भी तुम मौजूद हो यहाँ, सुन सकते हो जो मैंने मनन में कहा, किसी और की परछाई में भी जब तुम दिखो, कुछ और नहीं ये मेरा भ्रम ही तो है । ये मेरा भ्रम ही तो है जो मैं आज भी, रातों में रहती हूँ जागती, कहती रहती हूँ जो तब ना कहा, सुनती हूँ तुमको मैं आज भी । इस दुनिया में अब तुम्हारा निशान ना कोई, अपनी यादों को मैं भूलती गयी, मिटा कर सारे निशां दुखों के, तुम्हे भूल जाना मेरा भ्रम ही तो है । इस दिन से हर साल मैं भागती, ना आये तू याद ये दुआ मांगती, ना आएगा याद तू, ये सोचना, ये सोचना मेरा भ्रम ही तो है ।

To Be Insane

How cool is that, be an insane. Peace is the treasure, that you will gain. I see your world, but I don't see the world. Because there is a shadow, of what had rained. Love, Truth and Honesty, is like an old man. Run down by a car, driven by a sane. With the speed of Greed, Lust and Power. Some still believe, Love will shower. How cool is that, be insane. People call me nuts. As I see the trust, thrown out from in-between the sane butts. Flushed out, by their distilled blood, into the drain. How cool is that, be insane. I see the sane. The good or bad, they cannot think. Money is stuffed, in place of ink. I feel insane. Ha! Ha! And I regret none. It's gonna be Dark, and its just begun. How cool is that, I love to be an insane. To forget the Hurt, Betrayal and Pain. I will always, Love being Insane.

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