I am Book

I born to be a Book,
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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….

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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…

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

Magic Bean: “What?”

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One early morning, a bird

with shining wings,

Fell on my roof top,

Bleeding heavy,

Hiding a ‘Bean’

I carried inside,

Treated with wise.

Gave it approperiate treat,

With conceous it talking keen,

It’s not ordinary Bean,

Keep it care, will guide you

When everthing being dark,

And you look for What?

Dying bird’s voice,

Bounded me of that doing,

Today, sun is too high,

And my body, has tired

What can a old body can now do?

Resting on rest-chair,

Suddenly, I rember the same prayer,

“When everthing being dark,

And you look for What?” voice of bird.

I took a step inside,

and searched that cordiyard,

where that bean must hide.

With a little effort, got

That sining bean,

Withought any termite.

I buried it deep in ground,

And poured some water,

And Waited!

Waited!

Evening waited!

Morning waited!

Next day waited!

Day after day waited!

For magic, what bird siad for?

One day my family left me,

for their own life, my son and his wife.

I begged for death, that night,

Waking next morning,

I realized there is work,

To pour some water, at

Bean’s grow high,

Some weeks later, a leaf

Flourished, digging the way

Outside,

I continue to water,

Days after days,

some years passed,

It now grew strong,

And a fruit grew at branch,

Hurrly I un-branched it,

Watched dying that green fellow,

My heart filled with grief,

But suddently I realized,

I have more bean,

I grew them all, 

And again waited for anoter fruits…

Days passed I never let 

the hope go,

No matter I crossed 100 of years,

Without being tired, withought

Feeling restricted by age….

I grew that plant of hope,

Again and again, 

Through the dark,

To see the “What?”

Storm Coming! Storm Coming!

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Near the Hills,  
Drizzling just Started,
Rumors’ voice was Heavy,
Storm Coming! Storm Coming!
Wisest the God,
Led them Aboard.
Settled in a Valley
One way to enter,
If enemy comes, another to escape.
Chuckling Himself,
Someone fighting to Rain,
Chained himself, 
With thousand tones of Stone.
Day was there,
Storm reached exact there.
Had a fight with man, 
who fought with Rain.
Pushed him A Lot,
But just failed to Get.
Moment was Near,
Smelled peoples’ fear.
facing that entrance,
It laughed over the gems. 
Warned to destroy them,
Gave a chance to Run,
How fast, they can.
Number was large, 
with narrower that pass,
People shocked and harassed,
How can come over that Rock?
One way to escape,
Brought them inside a cage.
Velocity in low, 
Can they conquer the storm?
Storm in full, Raised to death,
It was its turn,
Who was ready to hit in single attempt,
For ruin each and every head.
People who left,
Was in sorrow of these Death,
If they follow to him,
There was a another Glim.