Pluck the rose to colour the dreams

The springs of my life
Have been burnt
By the violet light of the moon
The blood turns blue in every thought
The breath turns fire in every sight
Every dropp of saliva becomes the poison for the heart.
The gust of wish shaking the hell gates
And the river dries up to death in the desert.

I don't know
How long the night is
I don't know the density of the dark
Neither have I known where the top is
Of my desires and the depth-less bottom lies
I don't have any measurement to fathom.
But I only know the spread
Of the crops up to the horizon
And the scent from the center
The drug of my heart and the desire …

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Anti-rule

We
are very
proud of our
reason and logic
but the crux of the
matter is that in fact
there are no such things!
Wisdom is our capital but
it can not run the business
of the baffling life, ever fast
changing historical knowledge
is our power but can not drive the
vehicle unknown which moving fast,
randomly, there is no static truth or the
truth straight but the biggest truth is that
there is no such truth, random changing
is the only rule but more puzzling are
the things when plays havoc the
anti-rules, riddle multiplies
in more complex riddles,

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I Want To Die

Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
So, I do not want to live, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.

In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.

The only son of my father
The only darling of my mother
Fainted repeatedly on the cushion
Peal like tear drops coming from my beloved son,

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Whom Do I Belong To?

Sometimes I wonder
If there is a better species than me
But I found after so much search and hard work
Human being is the supreme
Whom I belong to……..

Then how I could do the deeds
Which can be done by the lower species.
I have the great responsibility and duty
To uplift the human dignity
As I belong to the same community.

How could I believe in those ideas
Where my humanism is wishfully lowered?
I could not bow down to any thing, to any one
The planets, the stars, the moon and the sun
All are suppose to serve the purpose of mine

I have the intellect
I have the language

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The Beautiful Rose

A beautiful rose
With crimson petals
Bloomed in
In the back yard
She laughs and plays
Under the rays
The wind caresses
Her face, the rain
Washes her dirt
And makes her bright

Aesthetic sight
Worthy to be put
In the memory
Of the hard disk

The story is not so simple
It has twists and turns
Yet to get the climax
Before comes to an end

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Confusion

I wanted to go right but went left
I wanted to go up but went down
I wanted to cry but I laughed.
I wanted in my life a displacement
But I found myself in the circus circle.

I wanted to sleep well but found awake
I did not want to think but found myself thinking.
I wanted them to understand me
but they forced me to understand them
To increase my knowledge I wanted to distribute
but they forced me to conceal.

I wanted to be straight but they taught me how to crook
smile with a hidden dagger behind.
I wanted to give them food but they threw them out closing the doors of mind.

They talk but words fall like yellow foliage dry
They love but this love is a bug sucks the blood, none can deny.

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Life Is A Real Addiction

Out of love
I can take tricks and schemes
But from the beautiful faces
I won't take lies..

When she says ‘' I want to die ‘'
in this world this is a great lie

in heart every one likes to live
no matter in what conditions,
this is the quirky charm of life
none can deny

suicide is not normal
it is abnormal mental condition
it is forced upon
and exceptional one

the beauties of life lie not only on possessions
or in physical comforts

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I know what love is!

I know what seeing is!
As I saw you that day for the first time
So I know what liking is!

I know what striking is!
As I stroke stone against stone
So I know what the spark is!

I know what rubbing is!
As I rubbed heart against heart
So I know what love is!

I know what caring is!
As I had been used to it since we met
So I know what soft touch is!

I know what fire is!
As I had been burning along with you
So I know what nectar is!

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I am going to be pickle

Hello darling, you are so fascinating
We are going as the winds go
We are floating and flowing as waters flow
We get delight as the sunlight
Nothing complicated, everything is satisfying
But life has twists and turns
As No rivers flow straight or roads run
Where as life is as diverse as wander land
Which road to chose and which one is not
More problem we don't know what is our destination.
We are walking blind folded in a forest deep
When one leaves one's hand, we don't know
until we reach the fence or ended up the walking
Or reach the shore and wake up from the dream
In one very fine morning, with my own astonishment
I can not find your so long supporting hand
Is it real or dream? and I pinch my skin
And cry out in bewilderment, I am in the new world
It is another man's hand, I can not prevent
My heart, my mind and my psyche mutually want

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My little beautiful bird

The little beautiful bird
Of my heart, goes out and comes in

It flies like butterfly
One place to another flutter by
Over the parks and see the faces of lovers with glee

When it is over the slums it becomes very sorry
To see the people living without food and other accessory

It flies over the battle fields too
And see how one kills another and does all sorts of cruelty

It gives me mother of all insights at night
And tells all kinds of sweet and sour story
It lays eggs and hatched
A lot of themes for the world of poetry

It teaches me how to dream and how to make wishes
It teaches me how to imagine and how to make a sad face happy

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