Why?

Why does it have to be this way?

Why can't I be as I may?

Why is the world so gray?

Why is everyone like actors on stage?

Why are there shadows in bright light?

Why can't there be a solution without a fight?

Why is there darkness beyond the night?

Why is my mind not willing to take flight?

Why are there tears behind the smile?

Why behind the truth there is a lie?

Why is there faliure no matter how hard you try?

Why do I laugh when I want to cry?

Why do all the path get to the beginning?

Why is there something always missing?

Why does everything keep changing?

Why for no reason do I keep digging?

Why so many questions in my mind?

Why no answers do I find?

Why around me does this rope tightly bind?

- NK

Fashion

The craze of new trend
Back on their backs people bend
The need to fit in
For things that will tomorrow be in trash bin
The race has no sense
No future neither past tense

Comfort goes for a toss
Thanks to designer who is BOSS
One sees what suits
It is fight for shiny boots
Low waist jeans one such thing
Wonder where does it cling?
The need to wear even more low
Ever seen what secret it shows?

The moments fad that comes to halt
During every fall
The so called sophisticated decide your worth
On your instincts cant you trust?
This craze for fashion I cant comprehend
The craze for a moment's trend

Exhilaration

Yesterday, the mood was down
On the face was a frown
The going was getting tough
Seemed as if the effort was not enough

Wanted to stop and stare
On the lips was a silent prayer
Doubt was looming large
There was no door to barge

Then out of thin air saw a door
Giving a peep into the core
Belief went up and the spirit lifted
Knew that this opportunity was surely gifted

On success that arrives
When none was there in sight
Exhilaration is the feel
With tears in eyes, we kneel

We are ready to fight another fight
The morale is up and so high
It is all about feeling so good
Fight again surely I would.

--NK