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.

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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)

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……………………

Madhav(Krishna)

Madhava is a name for Indian deity Lord Krishna. According to ‘Bhagavad Gita’ it is written that Vishnu (Indian deity) being the husband of the goddess of fortune (Lakshmi), has been address by to Krishna in the first chapter as follows:

“What should we gain, O Krishna, husband of the goddess of fortune, and how could we be happy by killing our own kinsmen?”(Bhagavad-Gita 1.36)

Also in the Bhagavad-Gita, Arjuna addressed lord Krishna as “Madhava” (meaning “Lord of fortune and also slayer of the demon Madhu”).
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Swing

It’s long time I have never posted a sketch, well Sorry for that, I was busy. Well here I am presenting my latest sketch, I named it ‘SWING’. The idea behind this sketch, was not clear when I started to sketch it, I was wandering to draw a girl, swinging in a traditional way on a hanging ‘Jhula’ but I had drown it in this way, well swinging girl has been sketched lots of times, but this way may feel quit different, here if you notice, that person i have drawn is in a deep thought, with enjoying a ride on swing, I could remember my days of childhood, when I too used to swing in Jhula, and I remember, I was thinking about flying in wide sky with wings, enjoying the sunset just behind ranges of Aravali Mountains, passing across my village. I can feel that joy watching this sketch….Hope you will enjoy this art………

Swing

Incomplete Journey

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How can you tear-down my heart,

Baby! I loved you bottom of my heart…….

It has an incomplete walk,

Some lay down to work as dark,

Some lift toward the sunny grimy talk….

How can you tear-down my heart….

Baby! i loved you bottom of my heart…….

Baby! wound feeds my tiny,

Un-bearable, lovely small heart,

How can you tear-down my heart….

Remember ? that flower shop,

How much i brought you Rose,

Baby! I begged for sometime money, but

I always brought that for you honey…….

Can you forget Valentine’s dreamy night,

We silently climbed on the Hart,

Wished the staring gloom, but

Next day cop gave me loom….

Moment you bring that tear,

My heart couldn’t it bear,

Wanna to cry like child, but

Never I that once tried……..

Only single blink of Question,

How could i get a new motion,

Give me reason to live,

Answer the silly one thing……..

How can you tear-down my heart….

Baby! I loved you bottom of my heart…….