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.

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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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Achieving- unachievables

Sometime in deep shadow of stars,
I stare in their eyes.

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Believed that I am brigher then them,
Being a tiny piece of meat.

I fought for my place,
I dragged myself to these steps,
I dares to put into comparison,
To that fortunate placement of yours,
In sky.

It’s my willingness,
To be counted, among
You.

And why not?
We all are equally created,
If there is supereme power.

We all feed with same,
Desire.
With same will to be shined,
You at top of my head,
And me at top of your top.

See see….
We all are proportional.
Need both as companion.

Come near I want to say something,
I dare to measure our heads,
I dare to cross your path,
I dare to change your light,
I dare to build new sky.
Can you?
Tell me who is more brighter…

A butterfly’s guide

Fragrance through the Garden,
Caught several time my pardon.
It is a little new born Butterfly,
Who broke it’s exoskeleton,
Recently.

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It was hanged from number of weeks,
Just above my head,
In tiny balcony of mine.
I used to see  it in those days,
I grew few flower plants for it,
2 white lilies and one Mogra.
I wished it would stay here forever,
As my child and part of mine.
I created few artefacts of flowers,
Decorated windows as garden.
And spread scent to feel home.
Its not been a day it came out,
It gone through all flowers,
And it tried to break glass,
To left my home and to pass.

I forgot its a nature,
Whom I tried to tie,
In my selfish little desire,
But its a nature of new born,
To fly.
Only fragrance could it tie.

Could love more than Wished

I could love you more than,
You wished.
But alignment of line,
Was not sure.

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We turned in all directions,
Sometimes my predictions gone wrong. It’s you or your beauty,
Which bind my hands.
It’s you or you vocals,
Which hide my voice.
It’s you or your arguments,
Which tide my flow.

Everything happend between,
Like a ideal pair of love.
But,
I could love you more, than
You wished.

It was you or your illegal conditions,
Which dragged me to stop.
It was you or your affections,
Which rolled my hope.

We were paragon of our kinds,
But we could lead others mind.
If I could love you more, than
You wished.

It was me or my fear,
Which led you to accept sorrow air.
It was me or my tear,
Which conviced you not to alarm a dear.

My part I played as a common man,
But,
You could love me more than,
I wished.

I am Book

I born to be a Book,
Pre titled..
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The moment I jumped out,
I faced to be a observer…
When I was growing,
I feed to be kind and helpfull…
Till twelf My pages was written with same ink…
The day I appeared to be grown,
They left me to become older…

I passed trough times in last few years,
Experimenting and analysizing,
The world, the people…

Now I grown to be twenty five…
I am fully written by society and mankind…..
I analysed and exprimented every single thing, I came across..

I am a book of my own Rules now,
I saw badness which seemed to be good..
I felt sorrow where there was no cry…
I flew without wings on my own way…
And I pulled back by my own soulmates….

From the childhood to a man, I used to drain from
Small to long rivers…
Little to huge mountains….
Narrow to wast oceans….

My pages were erased several times,
I crushed, smashed, slaughter and drained mythological truths,and I over written number of blinds…

Now, I am book of my own thoughts, my own blinds, my own truths, my own wishes and my own Rules….

Be Yourself

In your service let me devote,
Earth & myself.

Earth which possess my ownership,
And me with my dreams.

It’s not true, in my words,
Let you allow, yourself to serve.

My heart embark a song,
Keep yourself in your home.

Why would i lighten your lamp,
It sun who creates the rain.

My facts, don’t judge myself,
I can only have you and your blame.

I am here, with you dear.
Be you there, only with you dear.

Yeah! It’s thought to understand,
But its all which i had to drain.

It’s true, it’s true,
Wanna you to be yourself.

Not what i want to sing,
Inside your ear vanes.

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