For many reasons
Is not the right path
The road which is right
Straight and direct
Made for you
To lead you to your destination
Unfortunately you have ignored to tread
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You look into me
I am true to the factAnd can not lieI will be beautifulIf you will be.< br>mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirrormirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirrormirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror…
Oh, lover
Let me smooth outThe stalk is full of thornsThe top one is very sharp and redWith racial bias and difference of wealthThe next one is of lust and greedGreen but very stoutThere is another oneIn between them that is the thorn of creed.
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
And I want to become a holy ghostWhom the people would like the most.Like the retreating soldiers I like to come backTo my own permanent and eternal homeYou may call it a suicide or martyrdom.In my real home I see the newsComing from the lipstick coated lipsIn the television of my molten deathPeople are sobbing…
The definition of humanism is too complicated
But to me it is to disbelieveRather than to have a belief uponIdeas and notions which lower my dignityAnd curtail my freedomIn the journey of my lifeFrom the time I am born till I go to grave
They all say
crushes downor freezes outother inhabitantsrushes outbut how I can move?where is the shameto die in which placeonce I took birthand sent deepmy rootsand where I place my footon every stepfrom childhood to manhoodhere once I bloomedhundred flowersand proposed to my first loveand give birth to new leavesfrom here I knewhow to sail out a seathough…
Sign is more direct
But both indicate and help us to communicateSo, once symbol wrote to signBut sign made out of it, nothingYou are a most unfortunateAnd I am the worse owner of fateHow can I tell you anything direct?Read my eyesLook at my heartThey both tell you something indirectlyAnd that is also in a nut shellHow can I…
I take
Leads me but
Treads uncertainly
Moves through
Uninformed
Pitfalls
Runs zigzag
Invisible the uneven path
But I get delight
When I break a clod
In the dense fog
I get more pleasure
When I remove a thorn
At every challenge
I gather more strength
Twist and turn
Never return me
Empty hand
More hopes
Of hidden treasures
I see
In the dark cracks and holes
I thrill
With the thought
That I will discover
The mysterious far end
Non transparent
Now under the cover of thick cloud
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(Stream of consciousness poetry)
And doodlingI see a hyacinthFloating in theRiverUnder groundSecretlyConnectedFive continentsNo shore or bankAt far distant longNo hope no dreamsNo freedom no wingsOnly water and currentSome peculiarWater animalsAnd Aquatic plantsSome sharks,Some poisonous snakes.Enough salt toDecompose you aliveNo cure no careFull of crueltyAnd tortureIt is round aboutNo destination eitherWhat a trick!What a trap!Life is a biggerIron cageNaturalAutomaticSpontaneousMore frustrationCreeps…
the meaning
is nothingbut I can give youthe meaning of nothingnessit is like the brightness of a starshining without lightthat’s a great liewhose meaning liesin nothingness
My life is a leaf
WrittenWith sweat and bloodPages after pagesWith the taste of Pain and joyEvery emotionBig or smallFully chargedPacked and sealedEvery incidentRecoded in detailsFor the experienceGood or badIf you want to learnWhether there is any loveFor you and mankindYou just need to turnThe page number twenty oneChapter after chapterWritten with mixtureOf success and failureIf any oneWritten badlyAnd Tastes…
Life is ………………………
Sometimes green fruit sometimes a fallen leafSometimes speaking sometimes dumbSometimes sensitive sometimes numbSometimes shallow sometimes deepSometimes arid sometimes dampSometimes honour sometimes damnSometimes king sometimes clownSometimes full sometimes hollowSometimes dim sometimes glowSometimes stagnant sometimes flowSometimes quick sometimes slowWhatever life is …………Stand straight, never, never bent or bowRemain glad, never, never sad or low.< br>< br>life life…
Clattering and twittering
Still unspoken pangsGathered and turned intoA black stone, like a blindWalking the road, mouth shutWith open heart, none is there to listenWords are unable, fallen from the crestThe heart having a bun on the oven,Feeling the undelivered painLots of failure, lots of burden , return againTo the cave with unbearable strain.
In our neighborhood
Full of fruitsI wished one to set my mind free;I was looking at one to pickFresh and ripeBut takenBy a falcon demon type;Since then I am foundTo scratchTo biteAnd to count the sailing cloud;In suffering, in painThey fallBy drippingBut the fruits take them as rain.To ameliorate the pangI driftAnd weepYet I see no sign of…