Ideology and poetry

Keep continue the search
Truth, god and beauty
Love and peace
Till your
death

But do not criticize me
What is the problem
With you If I say
I have got
All these
In god

Can you see,
Any difference between you and me

What I have got few days back
You just keep digging for that

Rest of the things

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No reason to hate the haters

Last night I was in thoughtful mood
Thinking deep trying to find out
Reasons of the reasons of hate
And the reasons of hating of the hates
Hate is an abnormal form of jealousy
It is a sincerest form of flattery
Sometimes they have
Sometimes they do not have any reasons
It is their metal disease of being misery,
As their destiny goes against their desires
Their personalities are lacking from others
They want to have
All of which we have
They want to be
Like us you and me
This is an open recognition and a secret admiration
A free motivation and an instant inspiration.
So no reason to hate the haters, just pray for them.

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Mind your Indulgence (popular poetry)

Before the game
Is the preparation

After the game
Is the prize ceremony

Do you dare to claim to be a player
Without playing?

The word is a stage
Life is a game
Those are the very old sayings

Do not sit with me
Face to face

Slough your idleness
Mind your useless indulgence

All around

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Sandy

Sandy

Sandy, my baby, come soft and mild
I needed a car wash but this time you are
enough to make me pink by washing out
my black ink, I have broken many rules of
the game while playing, it is between you
and me, do the atonement very fast and
silently, one thing more, come now and then,
keep clean my sin, bring some air of kindness
for the desperate and stoic, storm the heart
who pretend to be fast asleep or got a cover of
rust, too.

The desire was burning in the bush for long
creating weaves high and low in the ocean,
I shall not call you again, if you have any love
for me come of your own to storm out my urge

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Memories

My forgetfulness as good as my memories
So I always forget to keep memories away
They crowd in rushing when I am alone
But when I am among crowd they fly away.

I take every time firm resolution to forget you
But my memories as weak as my forgetfulness
So I keep continue to remember your sweet face
But I forget, you are the cause of my sadness

Sadness can give you pleasure as happiness
I am very pleasant in that of my sweet sadness
My life is a pleasure like that of slow dying
Still I drink poison in your memories and living

Forgetting in this life is as painful as dying
So I remember you all time though it is painful.

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To Take Us Home Is Not Your Business

To take us home is not your business
Kindly leave us in our own condition
If you think we are born for your entertainment
You are living in fool's paradise
It is neither funny nor the game of children
We lose our much desired freedom
Grass is our place, our food, our palace
Your drinks and foods are our poisons.

We love our children and wild lives, as you love yours
But your love for them is cruelty for us
The laughs of your children seeing us in the cage,
Are arrows which pierce to bleed our hearts

Our cries are your children's amusement
Our deaths are their funeral games
If these are not inhuman acts, then which are?

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The Sinister Shadow

When I walk alone in the meadow,
The only company of me is my shadow.
So we talk to each other like a padow.
As he has many qualities to endow.
Without failure he has the power to follow.

When I make a ring of smoke by puffing a cigar
He does the same but consciously suppresses the fire.
His activities are nothing but on me a big blow,
He has a sinister design and to disendow
He is heavenly cursed and a ninja ghost
He is the dusky and the obscure most
Now I do not have a shadow of doubt
So immediately I kicked him out.
I am now frightened of my own shadow.
If he still manages to follow
No option left to me but to blaze or glow.

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A factotum editor

A factotum editor

An editor
All in one
Factotum
Requested for a poem
I sit down
With a pad
Holding the pen tight
I look up
Marvelled with the architect
Crystal clear
Of the blue sky

With a blasting frustration
Bursting disgust
I leave my cushion
At the far distances
No trace of any cloud
Or rain

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The Bud

Thousand possibilities
Astonishing and astounding
As in the little dropp of rain
Bound together tight
In between little wings
Of dreams and hopes
Gems of beauty and truth are kept secret
Like in the stomach of oceanic shell

In the clear and cloudless sky
The little dancing stars
Of wishes and desires
dropp few drops of dew
To quench my thirst

While the roads are crying
In this awkward world of avoidance
For the sound of foot steps of a friend
Time, most trusted lover

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Fallacy

The world is full of good and evils
He is every where: who is the owner
of ills? where does She, the
goddess, fit in the scheme of things?
is He not sufficient to hold bad and
good within his fold? if sins are held
responsible for incarnation, why is
there a need of hell? if I am not
free then what's the utility of my
‘ will'? who is the killer of the owner
of the death? how can one be owner
of birth without being born? but when
I believe things are automatic, cuts the
both ends of logics and ill logics and at
the same time I am accepting and denying
Him with the ownership of both of them,
very easy, not to be ashamed of this fallacy!

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