In the markets of exchanging hearts
The much known face changes
Into an unknown like the path
You tread just before the sandy storm
Has any one ever refused to walk
Along with you who comes
In the days of your sorrow
Has any river felt any scarcity of water
In the days of flood?
Then, why the heart of men and women
Changes like the weather of Melbourne?
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Or making an arch, straightIs this a philosophy of life?Do not ask me pleaseThe freshness of the morningVanishes in the afternoonAnd there is no guarantee alsoTill night the beauty of the dusk will remainIf change is a much desired entityThen in the philosophy of poetic lifeA change is must and necessary.
Once I saw
To set his cloths on fireThe cloths were beautifulAnd costlyHe bought them allRecentlyIn them he fitted wellAnd looked smart, tooTill dateHe kept secret from allThe cause behind his drastic actBut todayHe accidentally reveals to meThat he was threatenedTo leave aloneIf he loves any oneExcept whom he promisedbut he was falling in loveWith his fancy dresses
Truth I leave to God
And beauty is not found at surfaceIt is hidden underLayers upon layersAnd without the help of metaphors it cannot be revealedIt is not my notion but of the great Greek philosopher Aristotle.So a poem without metaphorIs a sky without its blueOr a piece of cloud without its essence, the rainIf rhyme and meter are the…
I am an aspirant
Thinking hardAll the timeIdeas are conceivedBut they behave like the friends of facebookVery abrupt and disconnectedWhile I am in the moveThey are prominentWhen I am on the pottyOr on the bedI stand upThey started to become faintWhen I put down themLike of any wifeThey lost their charm
See
randomaround yousome are withsome are with out rulesyou are freeto take the meaningamong manybut bewaresome can burnsome can balm youif you accept thingsgraciouslyon the face value or merityou will never feela want of peaceand if you sit downto differentiateif you go to compare yourselfit might be possiblethat you belittlesome oneor you are belittled by yourself,complex…
Rub me rub against you
And want a sparkIf you want fireKeep rubbingI shall makeThe sparks FireFire or spark?Decide beforeYou come to rubAgainst meAs I am also stone.