Coffee Cradle

Wrote on 31st Oct 2011 at around 4:00PM

A mild roadside turn
Some says Hi & some says whats up!!
With few group of Chairs & a table
Here we are at the coffee cradle.


Some metallic chrome Zippos
and catchy vivid lighters
Bring it on the flakes for draggers-igniters
Whether Benson, Malboro, Classic, Wills
Goldflake, Cavander or Cigar heals
Pain of a joint or lips on a joint
Chain of talks & a paperweight pebble
Here we are at the coffee cradle.


Beautiful women hanging around
Makes the men bunch pleasured drown
Many things are needed to be discussed
let’s get lost in old time wounds
Who is blasphemous & who is rebel?
Here we are at the coffee cradle.


Pending verdicts to be made
Road trips, bachelor parties are pipeline plan
Few kicked out their jobs
Some boys are trying to become men
Oops! Just heard toe-toe hit beneath the table
Here we are at the coffee cradle.


Relationships are the major factors
Whereas, world’s news are just secondary chapters
Some chairs are full of fun & some filled with sorrows
Emotions working like nuclear reactors
One by one life’s pages unfolded
College time book still has that rotten petal
Here we are at the coffee cradle.
Here we are at the coffee cradle.


By: Amit Mohan Sharma

Life Moves On But Shell Changes..

Wrote on 29th October 2011 at around 9:30AM


Before I will die
I want to confess all the lies
I wouldn’t be no more
So take or leave my last goodbye..
With the mortuary of emotions
On a bed of Carnations
Deep down the purple droplets
where silence of ages flashback in a motion..
A man with his wet eyes
At the corner of the street
Seems like a glory of sorrow
Has become his only treat..
But gradually he moves on, head upon, carry on
And fade out through the fog of creed..
Life moves on but the shell changes
And it changes with the weight of yesterdays..

By: Amit Mohan Sharma

I Guess I am lost..

Wrote on 20th Oct-2011 round 11:30PM


Streets lights are still on
Engine & wheels are running & moving on
Seems like this road has no end
I guess I am lost
A gentle breeze which flowing in this autumn
And I am collecting the broken leaves
Awaiting for winter has so many things to say.
But I guess I am lost.

Your glittering eyes in which I drown in my weakest time

But unable to ask what lies there behind

You gave me the strength & disappear in the mid way

I simply think, I guess I am lost.

Catastrophe of time teaches me something

I try to remain good as long as I can

But just like a smoke of cigarette

I guess am lost in the blue sky

I Guess I am Lost. & I guess I am lost

By: Amit Mohan Sharma

Break The Barricades

Wrote on 20th Oct 2011 at around 3:00AM


Break the barricades and raise your voices
God give us your daze & take away these filthy noises.
We cry, we fight & we bleed
There you are grinning with rejoice indeed.
People shouts with an unsolved silence
As humanity becomes a crazy breed.
We don’t know where the hell we are heading for?
What we are trying to teach with the rotten preach.
It could have been more beautiful if thought worked upon you & me.
We scold & thrash our souls to ask why we are still wrong?
But the broken paths still asks whom am I suppose to belong?
We too have a feel with a lost zeal.
You will soon be smashed under the mass deal.
I wish to see a better world, but not from your sold sight.
Caged emotions still have their tired wings to fly high.
And the spoiled thy emperor will wash away
In the meantime of sooner, may or might.
Break the barricades and raise your voices
God give us your daze & take away these filthy noises.
We lost ourselves in the labyrinth of choices.
Break the barricades and raise your voices
Break the barricades and raise your voices..

By: Amit Mohan Sharma

Am I not the one whom you are looking for?

These are some random thoughts of mine which i wrote on 5th Oct 2011 at around 4:00AM


I am just a trash can whom you kicked out from your way.
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
I am a weak twig of a tree on which you do not want to play anymore
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
I belong to an ordinary crowd with some ordinary thoughts
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
I am just few pennies which gives you an irk noise
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
I am a distorted backbencher whom you do not care
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
We are not blood brothers as I am an adopted child
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
Your sight understands the beauty & I ain’t beautiful like her
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
Your eyes recognizes the fair faces & I am just a black
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
I am an old mother & an old father; you have become a rich son
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
You always look for clean things & I am a broom whom you avoid to touch
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
I am your poor best friend & you have become so rich dear
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
Your dreams are fulfilled & I am a broken wish star
Am I not the one whom you are looking for?
Am I really not the one whom you are looking for??


By: Amit Mohan Sharma (AMS)

From Tinted Films..

I wish my decisions were not result of my circumstances
I wish i could break boundaries & turn around this time
I wish i could tell certain truths n get relieved from this pain
I wish you could have made few things easy for me
I wish i could jump across those tinted glass & get into my dream world
I wish i could cry loud & not to pretend that I am laughing
I wish i could scare away all my bad dreams
I wish i could fly & come to u & say friend i miss you n i need you
I wish i could .....