A few fair words might tear down the feelings I'd convey, The cover of my book I'll let you see, the book, other day. What exquisite can't I afford nor accept but she's all I need; And so I invited her for an evening and she agreed. Certainly, my plans were to turn that evening into an eve, Turns out she too was excited for the meeting, would you believe? Then came the day when sunset had packed a surprise, Though happiness has faces while some come in disguise. Holding my smiles over her hands she seemed prepared, Fantasies leaves me fainted while some stories that scared. This realm of mine where me and she reside, feels vivid; Amused was I and the dream left lined up beyond limit. I witnessed her apart from in but still she deserves there; With sensations from within, I felt my eyes saw the mere. Reality, I realized is more relevant or far much fairer, The pink coloured outfit, so common, yet so pretty on her. With greetings, she began endless talks of her short stories Her world, so far I could imagine, carry naive worries. And there was me who didn't saw the dusk turning to night, Her eyes should be blamed for my nuisance that I missed a sight. Those pair of eyes never have I seen or heard, tell the tales; Snapping of her fingers brought me back from where my soul had sail. I spent like ages in a moment but a moment wasn't fair, The unforgettable evening I spent, that evening was rare. This, the longest of my poems till, but shortest in subject; An epic I dare to write while writing of her, that too I meant. By making her part of my story, I tell you, she fits in perfect, It's the uncertainity of mine that asks which lane wrong I went. Conversations ended with conclusion that one has to care That was the last time when I had an evening to spare.

So here we are to be exonerated at the end of our lives People of all caste and community stand together in the line Two paths, one of which leads to where everyone strives Diversion as we here see, here’s nothing that could hide The People being parted on these two diverting doors, Today’s the day of Judgement and the end of tour. Despite the days those we have spent on the land Quite lately now we realise that our lord wasn’t various He is one, found everywhere from sea to sky and sand His name, dispersed by us as Allah, Brahma or Jesus. The creator, protector, the father, the messiah, the saviour Will today, judge his children on the basis of their behaviour. Passing through our favourite door is all what we want An opportunity to have heaven if purity sticks with name And not the Almighty himself is here, and why he won’t? But some employee of his supervises us to begin the game. Soon we heard a desperate conversation between two men Curious we were all and one started stating his doubts then. Few innocent questions came out of an innocuous man He who was fortunate enough to stand first in the queue Why isn’t the God himself here when he can? And whence you came and what Lord means to you? Some obvious obligations to which all had the right to keep Answers to our objections was the man about to speak. The man in drudgery spilled, “I am assigned by the Almighty And I ensure the journey ahead you’re going to see And I live under his shelter with him nearby slightly Dedicated my life to him, the lord means landlord to me!” Such wise words gained attention of all the people around And all became well aware of the duties the man was bound The man of God then mapped the two routes clear to us One leads to a safe haven and other to damnation Who walks to heaven and who to hell? The man discuss, One with shallow soul surpasses and other suffers isolation. Men who served as human will find their spot in heaven There’s a different place for those with different intention Your good deeds confirm your ticket to a safe ride And the bad ones take you doomed to the devil But not all the cases we witness are as straight otherwise The many faces behind one get hidden if one doesn’t tell. The entity of one’s existence is entitled to walk away, For what he did was wrong but he didn’t meant that way. He who gave his hand to humanity goes to the paradise He who has hoaxed humanity must give up on his share For him whose life’s been ambiguous, the assistant thinks twice That his life was kind of lie but now the decision will be fair. For the deeds he did there’ll be indeed certain consequences, A compelled or careless man might’ve ran out of expenses. And then there was this man whom cops called a thief He who didn’t accept the expectations of his purpose And he was as kind and humble as no one but he believe And explained that his circle of life was more like circus. A testimony has to take place for the claims he has told, The Almighty will testify his confession if his soul isn’t sold. Another person who has the audacity to astound the adroit But carelessly he condemned the conventions of his own Things could be better if better assistance he hasn’t avoid Fate wouldn’t fetch to futile if a better human he was known. After the afterlife a person really gets what he truly deserve The decision does depends, how on the soil a person has serve. The men who moved to holy heights saw eternity and beyond The heaven as they say looks on gazing as good as green People around here share everything along with a loving bond That’s because the best men from mankind here has been The most peaceful place on earth matches heaven’s description This fairy tale land as far as we see, feels a work of fiction. The hell on the other hand looks as horrible as a hunt Fire everywhere and people in pain is all we could perceive The one who’s been most blamed suffers first being on front And people could just pray for relieve they would never receive. The days and nights here are like worst of the worst nightmares, Once departed here one forgets to smile; couldn’t afford tears. The way sinner being ill-treated for his sin is out of imagine Like a life imprisonment followed by a death sentence From burning down their body to getting scars on their skin They’ve jeopardize their justice themselves which makes sense They get punished for the deeds that doesn’t deserve pardon And latterly they end up like burying alive in this cursed garden. Now the devil rules the doomed world ‘hell’ or does he? He smells like a sick slave and sleeps in a clumsy cave This place is too pathetic for someone called a ruler to be And it was him who chose to be too bad and too brave. The hell isn’t his home; it’s his judgement and his end A world of people with him in hell, is all that devil intends. Having said that heaven is where we finally meet the almighty The creator of everything to the earth and eternity that exist And it’s much better to be beside him in order to shine brightly And the Almighty is the one to our aim who can only assist Now those people who made the right choice even till the end, God helped them through greater, to heaven were they send. As we conclude, these lengthy lines are not just about faith It’s about our actions, our will, our intentions and our belief To behave and become the saviour of our soul before it’s late A life filled with dignity and prosperity in one should believe So decisively, the decision for your deeds one day he will say As it seems, sooner or later, it's going to be your Judgement Day.