Won’t you see my sweetest rill?
I stopped, searched, was there anything
I saw a mockingbird still;
An eagle was hovering to catch,
That’s why bird played as ill.
And the voice I heard was a bird’s match.
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do row your life boat
through the sea of love
when with the nature
listen creature’s talk
O’ LOVE you have imprisoned me
Other than YOUYour masquerading customsCajoled my imaginationsTo think and breatheYou and You onlyBirds live and dieHappily and in painSing songs of love sometimesAnd sometimes prayThat master forget to lock the cageYet they did not flee.The cage, I am inDoes not have doorsNor is locked from outsideYet why I am inFor what and how is unknown.
Dance to music till you are alive,
All things that you acquire with passion and prideOne day will be taken away with one mighty smite.
under starry night
firefly in my hand
a passionate kiss
lips does the talking
Won’t you follow your dreams?
I stopped for a while to check
Deep valley whispering the song of life
While the hawk hovering above.
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Humans have special trait
In order to achieve thatThey take no rebateThe worst among the means is a viceIt is the evil’s best priceNobody knows the consequenceWhat they gain and what they loosesUnfair means are no game plannerUse handicaps if you are smarterDo not become the foolish sinnerthe game is not always won by the winnerControl your thoughts and…
how gently the ship
the base to settlewhen death gives the final callmy name, written on the wall
A man started to wonder
Standing at a placeWithout a single movementHow it must be feeling?Same sun from same placeSame moon from same placeSame wind, but from different directionsLife must be boring and redundant!To strengthen its placeAnd for smooth growthThe roots go deep down the groundThe stem grows thick and hardLook at me, I am movingFrom places to placesAnd I…
your memory comes
to swim yet again.bubbles of bygonequivers memory storageTo prompt yet againthe lost rainbow love,recur with exuberancemarching yet again.
The hard leaves tumble down
In the growing life’s treeThere is no place for stiffness.
a summer morning
early wakeup call