Hard Days Of Life

One shoulder up another,

Deep down,

Work tampered my thigh,

And Stressed my back,

Thousand tones of weight, seems

Burden of donkey’s neck,

Hard to bear, without a tear…..

But should Calm the chest,

Without hardship, could any one

himself got raised.

With surplus of heavy talk,

Let us keep over slow walk.

Hard days of life,

It’s a play in forward mode,

Just to watch the moves,

And to prepare as smooth.

Its a consignment to complete,

In way of boom,

To resist the temper,

And perform as long jumper.

Time to stick with goal,

If destabilized,

There will be,

No moon, no sky,

Only remains a shadow,and

A dusty loom…

Hard days of life, are

to make, not 

to destroy.

Destruction in lap,

That mean,

Lack a few moments of courage.

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Demon Inside

I don’t see beyond the Eyes,

When they shutdown in Night,

The view of Light,

Remains caught inside…

But this Night,

I dreamed some,

Horrible, terrifying,

View look like..

Which I never gazed,

Never as a single look,

Then where they come from?

Having pillow at near,

At hearts side,

I wandered for these horrifying,

Giant…..

Where did they come from?

where did I counter wit this sight?

No…..No….. Never

I realized.

Do these all inside?

Am I hiding these inside?

What a bullshit!

I am not,

I never be thought of,

I never did as like,

Then why? But

What if I would?

What if I become the same?

The demon, people keeps inside,

When comes out,

Depends on what they desire.

What should I do?

How do I not be as like?

Thought!

Thought!

Ending night…………and

Morning arise.

 

Got publish in International Journal of research for studies in English Language and Literature (Link- Demon Inside)

Life being a ‘Earth’

Being a ‘EARTH’, proud to be,

Sky keeps us away….

from the reality, to the world

in true sense,

Judging from the car,

to Man…

Earning live, being worked 12 hour..

‘DIFFICULT’.

Does the softness of sheet,

makes us to feel;

the ‘PAIN’ behind; and

Dedication and consistency of work.

One can,

Feel touchy when sit on ground…

play with grass;

laid on ground,

to be mercied by cloud,

for chance

to ‘GROW’..

But still fighting 

against the worst days

in life with ‘SMILE’,

to survive in less.

Local people, not the poor

in heart, richer than ‘RICH’;

they worked, they will;

hopefully at heights

of work,

till the body favor to;

stand;

for life being a ‘EARTH’.

Scarcity of Thoughts

Scarcity of thoughts,
In people, made of pieces,
Of beautiful, aggressive, and
useful Flower pot.
If it is, that it was,
The smells, 
Waved to enlighten others,
To be exposed.
Exposed to show,
Their talent,
Their art,
Their wonderfulness,
To predict,
A success,
Behind the huge wall of,
Failure.
Thoughts,
Makes people alive,
To worth first to himself,
then the others. And
Scarcity makes,
Other to dead for,
And then him for other..
It’s a wheel,
Rotating slow,
Each perimeter passes,
Creates a way to thousand,
To drop you in well,
Full of folk tells..
The vision of thoughts,
Pusses through a
Narrow and panic tunnel,
Ending the imprisonment,
To delighted, the world,
First to you, then the others… 

A faiLure

Failure means,

When my heart,

stop believing, that

I couldn’t….

I wouldn’t…..

People says,

I am

A FAILURE”.

But I never stop,

I am trying,

My heart still believe, that

I can….

Looking for one more,

Trial,

For a chance,

For hopeful glance,

To emerge,

To evoke…….

My endurance still

Continues…….

Did I stop??

Then why?

You considered me,

A FAILURE

There are ways,

Crossing each.

Mine is there,

To show,

To do.

My admirance still

Awaits…

Did I asked,

A Favour?

Then why?

You treated me,

A FAILURE

There are day,

Passing each,

Mine will there.

Faming my name,

In your heart,

In a believe, that

I did, little late,

But I did,

Then, perhaps!

You believe, that

I am not

A FAILURE

Aashao ke Pankh (The wings of thoughts)

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When tears dance on my shining chicks,

When darkness spreads in my deeper heart,

I ride in the sky wearing wings of thoughts,

Double-alaskan-rainbow

Work what I left behind,

Boundary which I jumped at high,

Combining the both legs and hands,

I dug a larger trench, into

The vast shore, rising up on

Surface of ocean, building my own rope.

Summing up the tides at shore,

Wold I rise like storm?

Or I flow with silent touching the shore?

Keep high,

Keep high,

My brightened eyebrow,

I would fight again, like

Hammer at stroke,

Pinching that ego, what could left behind me,

I gonna be rise with flying at sky wings,

Till the end of universe,

Kissing the face of star, each,

And every that face,

What made me to just left.

Rainbow in a day, after raining heavy,

Will rise like a sun’s first ray,

Filling the voids of galaxy,

Will make my Shining, gloomy, colorful,

Rainbow…

Darkness of heart,

Will come out with my fart,

New flash of this morning,

Will spread with a new laugh,

Like a butterfly,

Dancing picking my heart…

Sadness for moment,

Creating a ‘Hope’,

Forever……………………

Success: A Long Journey

After having eyes open to this world, which is running at the speed of light in all sectors of life. A man always look for a way toward success of his dreams and enthusiasm. A way leads us to the right place is a more difficult thing to understand, people are running on their ways, day and night, but after reaching at certain heights they feel that in true meaning success is  too far-away, they keep moving and moving. In actual words success has no criteria, where one wants to stand, actually it is a point of life when one feels that yes! here ends the journey. Achieving the Sun’s brightness, is it over target, No ! not in true  words it never ends till the death, It always lengthen itself, till the moment we stop reacting……………So here the Journey of life full of burdens of uncertainties and unpredictability.   success