The rays of the sun were warm
And I was young and strong
Now I am old and weak
You may say I am living in the past
And telling you an old story
But in reality it is not
Actually I am telling you a truth
of a natural phenomenon
Exactly like that of a low and high tide
After reaching the highest level
I come down
After remaining at low for few centuries
I will rise again to the highest point
Just believe me
I am telling you a truth
of a natural phenomenon.
The third poem made me a poet,The fourth gave me a name and fame.The fifth poem fetched me a fabulous fantasyThe sixth one was a striving struggle for perfect beauty.The seventh poem conceived the heaven’s serenity,The eighth one gave me a fly,The ninth poem lifted me in the sky.The tenth poem turned a touchstoneWhatever I…
We are floating and flowing as waters flowWe get delight as the sunlightNothing complicated, everything is satisfyingBut life has twists and turnsAs No rivers flow straight or roads runWhere as life is as diverse as wander landWhich road to chose and which one is notMore problem we don’t know what is our destination.We are walking…
See, how people do the mean work!O my god! !Let their minds be stirred upAnd their inner souls are cleaned up.Just to make a high……Just to make a fly…….If the dirty roads one has to followThen please keep me always humble and low.Next I like pray to You very earnestlyLet me live in this world…
And they never show their prideThe sky is high and vastStill she casts her glance upon us fastHills are high and bigThey never belittle us or even a twigThe sun and the moon you seeThey never tired; they give us light with gleeWaters flow winds blowSometimes quick sometimes slowIn the sky little stars glowOh! Human,…
Let alone self-breakingBut here i am the lightening readyto burst into fragmentsAnd show you my beauty in glowI flash and you look at meThen you listen to the thunderI smash down in colour blueIn awe you gap and behold in wonder.The world is in perilEverywhere there is destructionAnnihilation in madnessIn this juncture I need to…
When move in wavesIn same lengthWith same reachAnd same pitchReflections of desiresOf two peopleWhen constituteIn same size and flyIn same altitudeSouls of themMay not be anythingBut mates.
