Forgetting

I have been having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling
The energy in the market hungry
The heat was restless rising temperature
Was I suffering from fever?
Whatever it was, when ever I sat down
To count would be amount in the account
With a pen and paper, surprisingly
I feel very cold suddenly,
Relieved but feel very uneasy
As I lost the would be money
I could not sell; I could not change my destiny!
What a pity! It is all the forgetting to blame
If I would not have forgotten, I could be a rich
But would be a mad man, which one I would be
Preferred rich or mad? The temperature is rising again
Not due to heat this time but for the thought
My life is in serious crisis as in the desert or drought.

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Pen and paper

What more wanted a woman!
I had been drinking life
From the bottom to the brim
Of the bowl of nectar and wine
Full content was my heart
The soul always sang a song,
My life danced in a joy!
As we three slept
One by one
I was in the middle
On the one side
Was my child
On the other
Was my love
Through the open windows
Of us fell on the pillows
The silver light
Made our faces angel bright
Still I could not sleep
The mind

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Consider, I Have A Life Like That Of You

Let me wash your woe, pain and sorrow
though now and then I put on my own
as I have a heart like that of you still
get a dose of my love and care
whenever you get a chance
to be together but
do not be
dishearten,

when
I raise and
tighten my eye
brows because of my
shattered hopes: do not be
frighten away when I harden my face
due to the situation, tight, I had to face, I accord
with you I should not shoot arrows and
shows my broken and dark clouds
but I still can not leave
you because of

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Where the blood is pure and holy !

Where the blood is pure and holy,
Where the blood is red and costly,
Where the blood is not shed and spoiled,
Where the blood is not sucked and spilled.

Where the life is pure and holy,
Where the life is dear and costly,
Where the life is not rotten and wasted,
Where the life is not stagnant and gutted.

Where love is pure and holy,
Where love is not taken cheaply,
Where love is not a trap and trick,
Where love is not the game of a freak.

Where truth is pure and holy,
Where truth is honour and dignity,
Where truth is not polluted and strangulated,
Where truth is not slaughtered and murdered.

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Wisdom

Let's go to the green steps of the lawn
And do the sums of life there sitting down

If we want only profits and no losses
And all the losses turn into profits
And all the profits turn into losses
Then the scale of life, of course, dis-balances
This leads us not in paradises but, of course, in hells.

It seems to be small whatever things we gained
It seems to be big whatever things we lost
If all the lost things are gained
And all the gained things are lost
Then life is not, at a gain but definitely at a loss.

If the profits are the blissful graces
Then the losses are not less than the spices

Whatever we do on the steps sitting
All these are not sums but a bargaining

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How can you sleep like sleeping?

You can not ever sleep like sleeping
Only seeing in the deep and endless sky
Taking deep sigh and drinking poison
With your all arrogance and pride high
In your eyes I see the waves of the ocean
Making low and high tides with the sound
Of roaring and with a raw burning, the Pacific
Left calm less and to raise trouble ruffled
Writhing with unbearable pain heart and spleen
How can you sleep like sleeping?

When you close your eyes you see the bird
Can not fly with an arrow pierced the heart
On the ground helpless lie, when you open
Your eyes, see, pain has been washed away
By the little drops of the dew of the night.
The more unknown becomes the world,
The known face moves strange around.
From the wounds blood still dripping
How can you sleep like sleeping?

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Whom To Love. (ii)

Love those who hurt you
As they don't know what they do.
Never hurt those who hurt you
As it gives us no pleasure or gain
But we have to suffer from the pain.

So the humanity should have a plan
That love to all and hate to none
As hate begets hate and peace flies
Love spreads love and pleasure ignites
Hate wounds the heart and storm the brain
Love cures the heart and alleviates the strain.

Love costs nothing
It may be a flash of smile or something
But hate may cost you dare
It may inflame the sore or fan the fire
So the humanity should have the plan

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Adolescence

A lot of praise and admiration I got when I was full of innocence
Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence.
Keeping head straight, running life difficult a lot
Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
Unknown pricks me, the soul is heavy and restless
The world appearing suffocated ruthless.
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I do not know how to cool and keep quite my mind.

Easy life becomes hard,
Thinking gone absurd.
Depth less burning, calm less itching titillation
Insatiable desire, and unreal imagination,
Fear-guilty-under morality-frozen blood
Reason-logic floats tumultuous overturn vessels in the flood.
Volcanic eruption crave quivering
Crazy emotions all are thrilling!
How to cope? where to turn?
Is easy life being forever gone?

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Poets, Oh! Poets awake awake and face the world!

Life is bright and a pleasure to enjoy!
And above how nice to see the moon light!
Love is without blemishes and bliss in life!
Poets lie; lie more as much as you can!
Always write the positive traits
And suppress the negative, is it your habit
Or consciously do you do, to flinch the reality?
How do you get pleasure living in falsehood?
Life may be bright and but it has darkness inside
Which can't be overlooked, the moon has a spot
Love is a lust tick which sucks blood.
Poets play happy, happy game as much as you can!
But reality is truth, truth is the more reality
Make believe is a fairy tale lies only in the dream
When you awake it breaks in thousand pieces
Poets, oh! Poets awake, awake and face the world,
As it is! It is more beautiful and more truth in it.

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Song of life

Life is a song
Keep singing sweet along with a gong
Life is a poem
Keep composing along with rhyme and rhythm.

Be happy in delirium doom
Laugh loudly even in gloom.
Life is a sunlight
Sometimes dim sometimes bright.

Life is a cloud
Keep floating sometimes humble sometimes proud
Life is a ship
Keep sailing unbound in the deep.

Life is a sky
An open mind,
High and wide,
Profound pleasure even in the uneven glide.

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