MY POWER-KILL THEMSELVES

The world of stance

I name them so

'Cowards'they shout

'Cowards'they call them

The mind of stance

Capable of thinking

Only one way

A root cause,they name it

Non courageous,

Fleeing from their problems,

Disgrace so unbearable;

So comes the reason

The world of stance preach,

The world of 'My power'

Kill themselves.

The world of 'My power'

Make this one mistake;

'Work recognition'

So they want

The world of stance

Suffocating my power

In their hands

The importance of work

My power holds,

The creations

My power make;

Acceptance,they demand

Admiration they flee

But aah!beg

Understanding

A right meaning

To their work

The world of stance

In control of my powers'

Time and patience

Make them lose

The world of 'My power'

Kill themselves.

Every person has his own way to believe in things.Although nowadays it's more like a crowd attracting more of it.People blindly follow things they could never understand.They seem to flow with the pace.Individualism is almost lost and blindness has strenghthened its position.
WHAT IS GOD TO ME
In this world the word god is used for such an entity which we place most highly in our minds.Something we pay our full reverence to,something whose position is considered most sacred.But,if I give that position to someone whose identity I am totally unaware of,whose statues and shrines I build just according to those creative innovations of my mind,then I just fail to justify the entire definition of god.So to me,god is the work where my mind is applied,the way I think,the way my conscience makes me live my life and most importantly the things and people I believe in.
I won't say that whatever I do is always as equal as god to me,but I could give my life for it to be otherwise.

The two extremes
I ravel my mind into
The first one with a fogged picture
Set into the mind
A pseudo hole filled with the so called
Confidence
The appreciating world
Strengthening the demeanor
Making him move around
Capturing his mind in their own
A parasite he becomes
A selfless life he lives
Like a kite he flies so high
And then there comes another thudder
The mirror cracks
The broken pieces disappear
But the rest left appears like another hole
Filled of blood.
The second one,they say
So humble,so meek
So selfless,so true
He lives for the world
Such complascency he lives with
Such charity he does
Such guilt he parts off
And so is loved by all
But him
God,so call him