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  • A thought..............

    Life
    isn't
    merely living for self,
    it also implies
    giving, caring and sharing.

  • Lost with the red

    redness

    Seeking the lips,
    which uttered the words.
    Scaling the extremeness,
    in the colour.

    I love that redness,
    Not to touch.
    But to feel,
    And embrace.

    I love to lose,
    Fluidity within self.
    Only to acquire,
    the magical dreams.

    This is going to lead,
    a world of redness.
    Cause I saw that red,
    And it blessed me.

    Surroundings may alter,
    like chameleons.
    But I am going to be there,
    being lost with the red.

  • Dirt in the dusk

    not dawn...

    I blame the rays,
    For bringing the particle-
    Into the residence,
    And it is not the dawn.
    And is is not a curse.

    I blame those thoughts,
    For bringing that blood-
    Into the residence,
    And it is not the dawn.
    And is is not a curse.

    I blame the expectations,
    For bringing that hope-
    Into my residence,
    And it is not the dawn.
    And is is not a curse.

    I blame the rays,
    I blame those thoughts,
    I blame the expectations-

    And it is not the dawn.
    And is is not a curse.

  • Sell all the fishes...

    selfishness

    The net where precisely, the fishes were sold-
    I don't want to,
    Buy it in retail.

    The noon wasn't a success-
    So the nonsense pride,
    Has to be sold along with the fishes !

    The net where precisely, the fishes were sold-
    Easing with the breeze,
    Has floated with the boast.

    Inspite of my mightiest response-
    There's going to be,
    The exchange of all sort of fishes.

    Scales might trap your tract-
    Eyes might get replacement,
    And there's going to be no second chance.

    The world will never realize-
    What fame guilts for,
    It will just sell the fishes, in retail.

  • Anger

    Perfection

    The beads thereby,
    Appeal the governers.
    To captivate th guilt,
    In the sake of fury.

    'Out' is the world,
    'In' is just a sequel.
    To lure the siders,
    Who love the laughter.

    Matter is abstract,
    Matter is the offence.
    Where one ends slogans,
    Other begins to chant.

    Perfection is extinction,
    Extinction might also be perfection.
    Whom one labels the life,
    Other tags the death.

    As the world leaps,
    To captivate the guilt.
    The beads thereby,
    Apply the governors.

  • Rules the dilemma...

    godness and dilemma
    Sometimes,
    mind makes a move.
    A move for energizing-
    The thoughts.
    A move to-
    Build up the action.
    A move to-
    Wash out the stresses.

    But,
    the chaos spreading,
    exuberantly in it;
    doesn't require an explanation
    and it moves on.

    What to do,
    What not to do-
    Rules the dilemma.

  • I have lived for ages...

    I have lived for Ages...

    This body is a struggle,
    The days, the thorns.
    The skies, where supposedly I am living-
    One day, will be gone.

    Struggling for the potential,
    The higher expectations,
    The ending efforts-
    thus I have lived for ages.

    Even if the mightiest call,
    won't alter the perceptions,
    "I am what I am..."
    Ego rules the sub-consciousness.

    Forced in the darkness,
    yet seeking the light,
    I have been sent here,
    to hear that plight.

    This body is a struggle,
    The days, the thorns.
    The skies, where supposedly I am living-
    One day, will be gone

  • For the loneliness...

    There's one remedy,
    If one tries to grab the solitude-
    I approach to Antartic,
    Seals disturb me.

    ...
    It's true,
    Nature teases the being-
    In sounds,
    In flames.

    I seek solitude,
    which is lonely within-
    The morphology,
    And the mentality.

  • A Realization...

    The smile in that face,
    seems so kind-
    seems so pure-
    seems so real.

    Somewhere in the dark,
    ray of hope prevails.
    The face also lightens-
    widening the brown spot.
    realization

    The face has some expressions,
    which doesn't clarify the justifications.
    The stranger holding in her arms-
    has a fate one ought to carry.

    I thank that face,
    For being so kind-
    For being so real-
    For being so pure.

    I thank Mighty,
    For that sort of smile-
    For that sort of hope-
    For that sort of sensations.

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