I Never Lost Hope
The fight within and,
The outside fight,
Made me a monk…..
My soul got bright!
I felt word near,
Meant nothing to me,
I needed door open
They closed to see.
But, I never lost hope…
Never did I blame
My drowing lot.
I was happy, with,
the end where I was brought.
I kept burning the light,
My soul watched it.
My heart said Yes,
With its every pure beat!
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Home
I take a walk everyday,
To reach my Destination.
But I can't get to it anytime,
It gets away from my vision.
I know Hills play, such trick always,
I know the sky does the same,
But my destination that I want to go
Is playing the mirage game?
I say 'No' to my skeptical mind,
Say 'Yes' to start the walk.
The home I can not ever find.
I blame my ailing luck!
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Now
You can't say now, now,
now, to do every work.
If you are in mid sea,
can you then embark?
Now to go, now to come,
now to drive away,
now to welcome.
Now to embrace,
now to fight,
now I'm wrong,
now you are right.
Now is the word,
doesn't denote
always to be forward,
on life's gruff road.
Some actions
need time to wait.
Then life's goal,
will be rightly set.
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Sadness Is The Best Tune....
Sadness is best tune,
to be played with the string of heart!
Joy plays itself with its beat,
Keeping sorrow apart!
Woe trots with every,
living soul,
who denies it, sees the
part of life, not whole!
For our love for life,
we come and go.
Life is a short story,
we all that know.
Joy and woe give,
proper shape to lot.
It's not only mine,
But, greatmen's thought!
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I'm The Devil
To turn your head
to 180 degree angle.
I'll turn me to devil,
From a square to triangle,
I must take my shape.
to change the inch of
your villainous workshop,
I shall run and hop!
You the soul sucker,
the exploiter of dreams,
I can be a monster,
or an Egyptian Sphinx.
Just a head of woman,
and lion's body I need,
to annihilate you man,
to put an end to bitter deed.
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I Did Not Hear The Trade Cry
I did not hear the trade cry--
Under the music of your skillful art.
I don't want to buy and sell,
Thru cell phone, the plastic heart.
Am I jerk, or you are? you have proved,
Trademan of darkest shop!
You are sold by Mephistophillis,
To make your life a sure flop!
Here, you can buy something,
But, will miss a pure mind.
Being not a beast, all may,
Call you animal behind.
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The World Has Got Rotten
The world has got rotten,
Worms are on the food.
Children inhale poison,
There is nothing good.
The sky appears dark,
Air is heavy here,
The Roads are serpentine,
Everything unfair.
Falsehood talks aloud,
Truth is in slumber.
People live half dead,
Life seeming sombre.
A Monster must take birth,
To save all of mankind.
To heal the diseased earth,
To throw evils behind!
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If You Love Me
If you love me,
Kill me just to turn
me into dust, and when there
will be the moonlit night,
throw into water my
body's burnt ash!
I can't just stand the
agony, I'm getting everyday,
Burn my perishable cage,
to fly the soul away!
I won't come to this
sorrowful world and
I swear, I won't love
this nature again...
For nature's love I
have come many times,
just to cry in pain!
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Had Cell Phone Been
Had cell phone been,
In Shakespeare's age;
Would there have been,
Deaths in tragedy's page?
If Romeo and Juliet had,
Their personal hand set,
They could have talked,
And never been so upset!
Juliet must have given,
Romeo, missed call, on and on,
Romeo, rining her back,
Would not drink the vial of poison.
It might not turn into a tragedy.
Rather we could tell it tragi-comedy!
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It's Not Me But....
It's not me but my shadow.
Once has been in me,
The shadow behind-
Now, I don't want to be,
Before it, to follow-
My every step always,
My poems of my heart,
My diary's every page!
I gave all my burdens,
To the light-made self,
She will care me with
Shield, stretching her help.
I'm shadowed, I'm free,
I forgot my former form.
Whatever, they think me,
I'll stay in my shadow's arm.
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