Without me...

I crossed seven mountains,
seven seas and seven continents,
to meet you.

I traveled through ionosphere,
and then to atmosphere,
to breathe you.

I get reflected,
but you are the one,
affiliated with me.

You are green,
and I am colorless,
but you call me a liar.

I hate,
those poles and I
Let them feel the cold.

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Natural instincts..

I pity the rainbow as it is not as colorful as you,
I scold the grass as it is not as soft as you,
I curse the clouds that is not as generous as you,
I shoot the sun as it is not as warm as you,
I pinch the moon as it plays hide and seek,
I twist the ears of running water,
For it hides the curves of you,
I warn the water falls not to jump on you,
I collect all those drops of water,
To tie together to garland you.

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Lost Moment

Let us sleep without,
thinking of tomorrow.
Tomorrow's certainty of,
things to sort out.
otherwise interests added,
Letters be sent,
again heart beats faster,
certain of uncertainties.

Let us sleep comfortably,
without the whims of tomorrow.
Days go as these have to,
but we go with pain and sorrow.
Accomplishment is our goal,
what have we achieved so far?
Take the life as it is,
and enjoy the moment as it comes!

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Dreams And Desires Of An Ascetic!

O breeze, the gentle breeze of dreams and desires,
Come to my door steps and knock the door in whisper,
When you try to climb through the balcony to surrender,
Hold the creeper robes, not hurt those flowers,
When you sneak through the windows of wisdom,
Make sure you have the facts and figures as audience,
You may not have the password to open my heart's website,
Stand still in attendance, you may be summoned to exit.

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Girls..

Girls, we are not fools to live on our beauty and youth,
Offering to everyone that desire to have is not worth,
The heartache and emotional baggage that we carry,
For the moments of stolen pleasure and then worry,
For the mischievous acts which make us ill and sick,
Taking protective pills that make us huge and big,
When there are hundreds of in and outdoor games available,
Why do you choose this game over the other?

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It Is Free!

She has dressed up for the night,
Carrying two bunnies tight,
The bunnies breathe up and down,
The men, who see, salivate and drown,
She has a beast in her, the fierce beast,
But silenced, can be dormant for a while,
They want to fight with the bunnies to boast,
Barter trading between the money and the body,
Not knowing the beast in the trader,
They get it not even discounted,
But for free, the HIV, again accounted.

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Let the children be busy, when their parents play! !

When I hear the noise of children,
a few floors down the residence,
people say that their parents,
are busy in their one room abode.

When I hear the screams of children,
in the mornings of every Fridays,
people say that their parents,
are busy in making another one.

When I walk on the dusty roads,
I see the shirtless children,
playing merrily with flower eyes,
no dews, no dews, only sparkles.

Let the children play! !

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The Busiest Part Of A House

The busiest part of a house,
where our hearts meet,
where the joyous moments stored,
where the love shared.

giggling heard,
tingling not allowed,
dividing the task,
sharing and caring done.

Different styles,
Different varieties,
something cold and something hot,
transfer the place warm.

The busiest part of a house is,
where our hearts meet,
where the joyous moments shared,
where the stove and dining table are kept.

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The sky and the stars.

I am looking at the sky,
there are no star flowers,
who has plucked all those flowers?

I am looking at the sky.
It is clean and clear,
who has painted it with single color?

I am looking at the sky,
The rascal clouds are not around,
The star girls are not found.

I am looking at the sky.
Do these star girls elope,
with the wandering rowdy clouds?

I am looking at the sky,
The star girls are back,
wearing the blue veil.

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The Garden!

The garden that is made,
With pedicure turf,
Smooth as carpets,
With suffering leaves,
Rows of dwarfs,
Perfectly pruned,
Heightened trees,
Architecture,
And golden age,
Ponds are there,
With fountains and fish,
birds do sing,
with the choked throat,
animals do exist,
sculptured and painted,
very clean earth,
no worms found,
Chemical breeze,
Cloudy thoughts,
Sat on the benches,

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