कविता - My Soul's Expression

What's your story mate ? My story.... Well, I am a 'cracked' pot,  When water filled on the spot, At the end, my level is half, You see, I have some in-built cracks Finding my place on my master's lowest racks I am 2 years old and cracks developed after a month of my make Not sure how long will I sustain, Here I am, for my master's sake I get envious to see other pots perfectly made Some as old as a decade, But when filled, not a drop would fade, And look at me, how did these 'cracks' invade ? High time, now asking my master "Why do you keep me at your place ? when other pots delivers almost double Sir, I am no where in the race " My master always ignored, but one day replied, "When you are filled and delivered to me in morning, Have you noticed a garden on the way? Well, it didn't exist before, flowers wouldn't stay, But your cracks perfectly spills water as needed On the way, you benefit me more than expected. Well, you have amazing ...

My tantrums are usual,  I want something all the time  From friends to food, movie to malls From 'Message only', to 'video calls' But I wonder, How can my desires be labeled as a 'Crime'? What's wrong in cribbing all the time ? See, life is too short, why not crave ? Else my 'wants' will follow me till grave I want to live my life king size I might as well equally behave With every passing second,  I want to spend my every dime Because,I want something all the time Now, this 'Something' can be anything Money, word of praise, a relationship, some respect, Being recognized when you least expect Or bithching someone, bullying someone Just getting rid of some life's shitty aspect This definition of 'something' changing with time Confused, what to forgo and what is prime Then one day, I meet this lady, Vibrant face, deep eyes,  Wrinkles all over,  But her radiance competing with skies At the airport, unknowingly she directs me to a bil...

Hey, I have a story to tell,  Not sure, if I can put it across well What to say or what not At right time, my mind forgets to ring that bell Can I buy your time to lend me your ear, Listen naa, I have a story to tell. Story of someone away from home, Focused to measure success epitome Address : 101, Messy Appt, Lonely Road, Opposite Depression Cell, Hello, I have a story to tell. Greeting a new 'me' every morning  Getting acquainted with empty walls staring  Its kind of a diffent fantasy, my life wish to sell Every morning, I have a different story to tell At weekdays, my work is my only resort Days fly like a flame of some sort At weekend, I do not wish to leave my shell, I know it's a weird story to tell I am confused, is this a story of someone 'lonely'  Or is it for ones who are 'alone' ? Which of this is a choice,  Is there anything carved on stone ? At times, in silence I  relentlessly yell, Why don't you understand,  I have a story to tell.....