Labyrinth of poetry

I am the one,
Who is searching himself in the labyrinth of poetry.
I am the one.
Who found himself in the labyrinth of poetry.
Do join me in this journey,
If you are following the well trodden paths.
Or feel like a path breaker in your broken heart.
Come to me...
Let's walk together to feel
the joys of loneliness.
Let's play alone to feel
the joy of togetherness.

Unmesh

Night

Night

Stay awake the night is dark,
days are nice ,but colors of night they lack.
Night is the time when the devil is awake,
Here every thing is real ,and no space for fake.
Good people go to sleep, thinking about the pleasures of night.
Bad people stay awake ,enjoying the pleasures of night.
Night is the time when passions refuse to sleep.
Enjoy it ,days are there to weep.
you do things which you can't do in broad daylight,
Give went to your animal instinct,
which you try to control in broad day light.
Night is the time to love ,
Night is the time to rape.
Day is hard work,
Night is cool breeze.
Night is for crime and things that freezes your blood .
Night is for desperate lovers .
When emotions run high and passions flood.
Unmesh L Mohitkar

Copyright ©2009 Unmesh L Mohitkar

Writing a Poem

Writing A Poem

Writing a poem is a tough task,
Here you have to tore open your own mask.
Here you excel When you feel let down by others.
And in happiness you ride on feathers.
Sometime you laugh
And it laughs with you.
Sometimes you cry and it cries with you.
Because it is the real you
The one you want to hide from the world
Sometimes from yourself.
The one you want to show to the world
Sometimes to yourself.
You find peace with her
You share sorrows with her.
She may be difficult to write
when you want to write,
But she makes you to write
When she wants you to write.

Unmesh L Mohitkar

Copyright ©2009 Unmesh L Mohitkar