Book: Inspire Me by Rakesh Kumar Verma (Admin LineSays)

I am very happy to inform to all my followers, recently I have published my 1st book, named “Inspire Me”. A collection of poems written by me, and posted here on my site. Its my first effort to expose my talent, and in future We as a team of LineSays will do the same work for all the talents we will pass through. Please go through it, spreed it in all world…

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The link for getting printed copy are..

Link-1: Amazon

Link-2: EduPedia

Link-3: Edupedia Pvt. Ltd.

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Widow Feelings

Widow feelings,

black and white,

Both nature and day,

Goes to temple,

Prays whole day,

To pass…

Start with ‘Tulsi‘,

Jailed in home,

Paper and ink

Sketched a blank…

Vibrated soul,

Sleepless eyes,

Moist round chicks,

Imagined that myth…

Extreme sorrows,

Works left not borrowed

Doing the same

Welling the empty well…

Happens in grounds,

Unfertilized with emotions,

Neutralized by demonstrations,

Of their wills, and powers to heal..

Does it matters,

Life being scattered?

Emotionless and dampness without hands of hope,

And willing ever loss…

The storm of Sorrow,

Could bring all this horror, but

Is it that end??

You wished, when eight.

where that aspiration,

And optimization??

You planned for something.

This is the Right phase,

To round the circle, if wish

Against the avoidance by you,

And Tear this myth, that

you can’t or you wouldn’t…

If agree to stand,

Against that you,

Gear the heart,

to pump very fast.

Because the chain or oath,

Needs effort a lot,

to Break, to Change….

Now load the sound, that

 You could, you can, and you will.

Yes!

That is the spirit,

To coupled the charm,

With care and with ‘Jaam‘.

 

 

Tulsi: A small plant, worshiped by Hindus

Jaam: pack of wine

Turning Point

When things goes beyond the hope,

Your veins just wanted to stop,

Don’t stop in the faith of God.

Time to search a ‘Turn’

Not ‘U’

But at the angle, leads to another hope.

Right turn at right time,

Will built a man,

with strong hands, and determined brain.

No one knows the ‘Future’

No one can predict it.

It is the you, creates it.

A ‘Turning point’ in life,

May be future without shine.

But at least give it a single try….

For the another Love Shot

Slowly walk through my heart,

Let me feel that we are not apart.

Shining of blue eyes, rain it,

Over my broken heart…

It screamed a lot, like a,

Deadliest, unbearable wound.

Pic the pieces of broken heart,

Wandering to be merge in a newly,

Built craft….

I still wanted to be the same,

Pretending like the loving the person you being.

You have change, you have change.

This evening I have decided,

Let you give one more chance to wave,

In the streets of my broken heart,

If the wounds would heal,

And your eyes would that feel.

But it is the last, what I have,

Besides the memories of love we had.

Know you are, what you did,

Transformed a green into the deep dark.

Yes It that’s it is,

Then after, It’s open the dearest world,

To play, in a new move, in the search of,

May be true, or in another love shot.

One Last Try

My arms leaned in the deep,

Widened Shadow…

My head feels caught into

The loop of unknowns…

Raised pumping of my blood,

Into the veins of my heart,

Sign of my tiredness…

Depressed eyes of mine,

Made me away to reality…

Doors Awaits to open, but

Dead dead my efforts are dead…

my motive just lost in dark boom,

One last try, could be Filled or Emptied… 

But One last try……. To

Dignified my retirement 

For next survival

One last try…

The Girls Hostel

 

I saw… At ground, right there,

A bundle of stars, and lights in star dust,

Colorful, joyful, cheerful,

I encountered, this evening,

Yeah! Right in front of my small face,

Seen them, muttering, gossiping, and laughing a lot,

Seemed like flowers with beauty, decorated in colors,

Yeah! Lots of colors, different and shining,

And soft, when I felt that touch,

Multiplied heartbeats under the sky, and

With glorified faces in love for each,

I was there, so called heaven,

“The Girls Hostel”

It was an evening,

Among the Shining stars and droplets in their shadow,

Evening of Hostel’s Day celebration.

Today, my eyes remained stun,

My words lacked that tides of thought,

And my Pen feels complexity in describing,

That view.

Hard to compare among stars and their beauty.