The Death Ends Here…

Soon after sun shine,

my heart blames the Night.

For not being so sticky,

That day couldn’t broom.

Laziness abandoned my Iris,

To be flourish through eyelids.

Oh! My God…  Not again,

Same Day…. Same work… Same tiredness.

I am so fed up with it.

Wanna ring some change,

Aah! But what?

What makes my days better?

What actually not being bad?

Oh!………..

Day dried up, time to go office,

Let me think….. Will there be change?

No….At all.

Let me try again…

This is what ‘Not Again’.

 

 

 

 

 

Some time it’s compulsory to say, ‘I love you’.

Having your arms in mine,

Today! Don’t safe guard me.

From my own…. It’s kinda

Difficult to explain, but

It’s true… Something has changed.

And I am on mission to understand.
It’s not that I don’t have love for you, but

It’s complicated to pretend, that

I missed you.
Your face is in front of me,

Your body waving in air,

I can smell you too. But

Still thing is same.

Baby I miss you…
Do I ask one question?

Did I made some mistake?

In the past, in present or just continuing the same,

Baby I love you…
Stupid….

Fool… I know you may say.

But just want to hear that…

That..
Baby you love me..

Pipal’s Tree

In the indian era of traditions,

Pipal’s tree has its own importance.

But I see it as Old Monk,

With vast experience and exposure.

A tower with proud, faced

Number of difficult exposure.

But remained stick to its roots,

To grow old and show it’s glory.

I accept it’s fellowship, to enlighten

My heart when stuck in past.

But I am a plant of future,

Born in chest of Pipal,

Grabbed tight it’s branches,

To experience it’s conquest. 

But in the end I grow flowers, 

Of my own type,

Of my own virtue,

Of my own ways of glory,

And Pipal has to be quiet,

Because I lead the way to future,

And I carry it’s recognition,

To next generation.

Old Voice

My words look for proud,
From this new generation.
My old, strengthless voice,
Several time faced full stop,
In interval of few minutes.

And, asked ‘Why?’
Why they don’t want to listen me,
Why they are avoiding my faith?
What are the possible reasons?

Disappointment caught my body,
I feel deadly before death.
And tored paper of my behalf,
Admitting mistakes of my past..

We never taught them ethics,
We never forced them to respect,
We never showed them mercy,
We never liquidised their heart.

Then how they will feel?
Then what can heal,
Agony of my heart, and
Respect my words,
To concrete my situation.

Aah! They never listen,
They never act,
They only oppose,
My experience, my maturity,
Like a experience one..

Is it okay?
No!
I failed myself as messenger,
Of carefullness, lovingness, affectionateness, and,
Of ethical livingness.

I can see my future,
Darker than midnight.
I can feel my personality,
Lighter than Ice.

Is that okay? I will die proudnessless,
Without valuing my words,
Spotting them priceless.
Among the blood line of my clan.

No!
I know that.
But couldn’t do anything.
I am a old voice,
And my words lost importance.

My path of Day

Reality of your light,

Gave birth to hide.

Besides the evenness of my core,

A day! Treated me as bored.

With the every eyebrows up,

I observed the world,

And with every eyebrows down,

I determined to be hiding.

Wisdom of my clan,

Proved false in every glance.

And I had to run with calm.

But this gave me a new day of myth,

Every day…….. Pushing each other to follow.

Whether true blamed or not,

Honor broke or not,

Pride adore or not.

I choose to be calm,

to walk on the way every time.

With a new day,

To suck my blood from my veins,

And killing my internal pain,

Of being a part of this world.

Negativity! Laugh at me.

But is it true? You have done justice to your day?

Or you just left running to find justice for your soul.

I gone through the same,

And facing everyday.

Everyone is right, everyone is wrong,

But myth never dies.

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Appreciation

Bit like a child,

Raising 1st step to avoid,

Disabilities of small universe,


Where I forced to remain bind…..
An small appreciation is desirable,

Courage and initiatives to combine.
But holo world of false egos,

Caught my legs and pussed me back,

Several times, with different intensities…
Rather I died, or find place to hide,

In the shadows of their egos,

And adopt them as my master,

Master…… Of old, narrow and stuck mindset……..
Perhaps! I would admire me,

I would create a scenario of appreciation,

Without the help of them…..

Or….

Will search for appreciation,

At right place,

Among right intellectual minds…

Where my freedom of thought,

Never face a barrier, and grow among the people, nartured by appreciation..