Walking Alone

Traveled too long,

On the heights of my Goal.

Alone

Years of Glory,

Humble to worry…….

I lost……….. My face in me,

I lost………..That person to live.

 

Yeah! Question around,

Where do I found?

To me…………. Walking alone,

Man of my own…………….

Yeah! man of my own.

 

Now my dreams, fears a lot,

I dragged a lot,

To me…………. Walking alone.

 

I missed…………….Living’s hope,

And see……………

I am walking alone……………….

 

 

 

 

 

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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

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.

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’.

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?”

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……………………