And writhes my thoughts
Under the flood of meaninglessness
The cactus desires and wishes
And the river of ideas
Somewhere in the desert lose their ways
And cry for the drop of sense
Suddenly you come from no where
Along with the wind to steal them
Blow them from the dry land
They get all a meaningful shape in your hand
You are the only one in the crisis of readers
Who care what I think
No danger I see
No fear I feel
Rather I am very proud to think that your act
Makes me a great thinker..
Life is full all that of burdenSleeping, eating and poetry – writingIt does not mean, I do not have other worksAs all the works are seemed to me nothingThe love of my wife and the love of mine for my childAre all routine works, worthless and monotonousLead me nowhere, the name -fame- money isThe game…
why do you forget me then?
To protect my policySteadfastness and honestySo I left long beforeThe game of foreign policySelf serving and hypocrisyNow my all effortsAre employedOn the policy of defence.
The blowing of the wind is so soothingThe rain of the cloud is so refreshing,The wide blue sky above and highGives us a space to dream and fly.The dew drops are so cool to douse the fireThe earth teaches us how to endure the tortureHow sweet it is to quench the thirst with fresh water!Trees…
a desire for happinessI have one, toobut it is totally different from youthat yours is out of conclusionthat you are not happybut mine is out of happinessand if your desire is not fulfilledyou are led to the worldwhere efforts of you themselves turns into angerbut I remain ice cooland I find my myself in contentwhich…
Of the path you walk or takeBut they all closely watchWhere you put your footstepsNo one will write a single lineEven if you go for oblivionBut they all read very closelyEvery world of the bookYou compose for your lifeSweet or sourWhatever fruits of your deeds you bearAnd hang upon the boughs of your sweet nameNo…
