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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Demotivated to motivated…

At least give it a try,

it’s possible,

you will not get perfection,

but least you will know the,

integration…

being poured the thought in 

ocean of wishes…

will calm the fire of your heart,

being betrayed,

of your steps,

which never done as your wishes….

At least it will evoke, through the veins,

spreading in your body,

feeling ashamed,

of not doing everything,

which suits to rain,

to enlight the heart full of pain..

Ways goes around,

with multiple directions,

crossing, cutting, ending, starting,

overlapping and blaming to each,

of a failure…

but way you choose,

should true to you,

no matter, no success,

no matter, cause not achieved,

no matter how far you stand,

at least you must try….

Broken pieces some time,

pleases the moment,

what you ever never be thought,

will arise the flag which never to suffer,

the heat of failure but,

collecting the experience….

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……………………