Machines in cooperate

Cooperate, don’t it reflect machines,

Machines. Dead and living.

Small, moderate, large,

Heavy, bulky, skinny, tiny….

We lots of machines….

Dead are dead. So what?

We have living machines to talk.

Don’t you see master computer,

Indulge with mini once,

Mouse-keyboard, speaker-moniters

To support.

They mingle.

They giggle.

They cry.

They laugh….

And some are shut-up.

Master computer command to mini,

Mini distribute to process,

Support collects the results.

Work get finished….

Machines. With smiles,

Rare to find, still reserve their place.

Machines. With complains,

Don’t go they are remained obliged.

Smiling machines, worship to work.

Complaining are regretting at all.

What a fun we are doing?

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The Death Ends Here…

Soon after sun shine,

my heart blames the Night.

For not being so sticky,

That day couldn’t broom.

Laziness abandoned my Iris,

To be flourish through eyelids.

Oh! My God…  Not again,

Same Day…. Same work… Same tiredness.

I am so fed up with it.

Wanna ring some change,

Aah! But what?

What makes my days better?

What actually not being bad?

Oh!………..

Day dried up, time to go office,

Let me think….. Will there be change?

No….At all.

Let me try again…

This is what ‘Not Again’.

 

 

 

 

 

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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For the another Love Shot

Slowly walk through my heart,

Let me feel that we are not apart.

Shining of blue eyes, rain it,

Over my broken heart…

It screamed a lot, like a,

Deadliest, unbearable wound.

Pic the pieces of broken heart,

Wandering to be merge in a newly,

Built craft….

I still wanted to be the same,

Pretending like the loving the person you being.

You have change, you have change.

This evening I have decided,

Let you give one more chance to wave,

In the streets of my broken heart,

If the wounds would heal,

And your eyes would that feel.

But it is the last, what I have,

Besides the memories of love we had.

Know you are, what you did,

Transformed a green into the deep dark.

Yes It that’s it is,

Then after, It’s open the dearest world,

To play, in a new move, in the search of,

May be true, or in another love shot.

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)

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……………………