Hell and Heaven

We make our Hell and Heaven
our deeds are recorded every second

What we do counts and get reckoning
as we’re here for making our living
so doing well should be our motive
as decency is liked and get notice.

If we do excel in deeds, we’re rewarded
or else there’s punishment awarded
better we do good and become fine
one among noble and divine.

It was a fancy

Roads to dreams undo
I walk down to look into.
Where no person’s around
only isolation and no sound.

I wished to know the place
because of it’s coziness and solace .
But nothing seems vivid
I try to see and notice.

Everywhere there’s a mist
and snow with no heat.
I loved the whole thing
as all’s magical and interesting.

Never had I wished to come back
and wanted everything to hold back.
Soon there was a noise I woke up
and realized, it was a fancy I sum up.