Conjured

One road leads a way, one to another, 

The longer you walk, some more you move further.

Life is a journey, it is unsustainable,

The more you dig it, the deeper you seep.

Pain is sad, I can't agree any less,

For happiness is free, just clear the cluttered mess.

Some lines are similar, some narrowly different,

People are these lines, some intense, some blurred.

Hope is delightful and music mesmerizing,

Has something happened to this world? Or did I hear just stories?

People are dreamers, some crucibles,

Who enchants your mind? is it the soul or the spirit?

Tell me your story, I'll hear your dreams,

For I know of all things, you just need an ear.

Life spits happiness, and pain as well,

Which one you wanna drown in, is up to you.

Love is tender, it hurts, it blurts,

Love is oozy, it is the oomph.

You are good, I do believe,

But changing one's thought, take no creed.

The discriminations are high, we call it judgmental,

Of course not, they are the courses we follow.

P.S. I don't even remember when I wrote it, just found it in one of my documents so posting it.

My Victory!!

Now you talk about victory,

This one's mine.

Oh! I earned it,

This one's mine.

It was a struggle, I had a hard time,

but this one's mine.

You walked long, tried in time,

However, this one's mine.

I love this stardom, the sun shines,

This one's mine.

No regrets no more,

May be another time, this one's mine.

I was alone, you were nine,

And this one's mine.

I heard your cry's, I liked it,

Winning it right, this one's mine.

Grey's gone, I've walked far,

This walk, this one is mine.

Now there's no stopping for me,

'cause I won this time.

I like the sound of the people,

They are savored chimes, this one's mine.

This is just the beginning,

It's a sweet rhyme.

Manager Sir

I remember the first time,
When I had introduced myself to you.
"Hello Sir, Anshul here."
And you said,"Who are you?"

I was taken aback,
My eyes were glued.
"Oh! are you the new guy?"
I said Wow! This is really new.

Your eyes gleamed.
They beamed, they beamed.
Hurry got you going,
You went in a swing.

Next time we met,
Was in a meeting.
I don't wanna talk about it,
and this isn't called cheating.

Last friday we talked,
Over the dinner and drinks.
"Hello sir! It's Anshul again."
And you said, "You are from the ETL team?"

I Wow-ed again,
And bowed to you.
My image wasn't clear,
And it was undue.

You said you're a good person,
but I do believe,
That flipping the coin,
takes no creed.

You told me you're not religious,
But are spiritual.
It's a great feeling,
Even though not very mutual.

You are an enthusiast,
Full of humour, apt.
Courageously new,
And full of tact.

And there's a haze, behind that cloud,
that walks you over the sun.
That simple smile, I've seen it though,
its like a shooting gun.