i am a burden on myself

the hidden sign of your fearthat leads you to tread and treka lonely path which may appearto you, bright, like bronze butsecretly it blacken your mind andsoul, out side they may Appearmilky white like a house butyou get nothing as it is emptywhen you enter insidecome out from the self imposedand get out from self…

Then hey communal!See the vast populationThe number of peopleof different communities is very substantial

as illusory or false, I keep on hanging and continue in thesame way, disorder forces in, life becomes full of contradiction,i can’t do what I say, in other way, what I say I do not dowho is to blame? me, myself and I, I accumulate immenseknowledge to get freedom but my thought process gets stuckwithin…

But poor fellows along with poetsDo not have images to show offSo writings after writings come outBut none of them get any success,poor remains poorRich gets richer widening chasm moreLiterature does not have effects upon politicsAnd politicians do not understand literatureCulprit is not resources or intentionIt is for the poor fellow writers who fails to…

how fast you blowNothing happensThe same blueGreets youThe same skyUpon youIn the morningYou face the same red sunWith the same colourIt goes to set, tooNo change in lifeNo change in timeThey keep floatingWith same tideNothing newIn natural or unwanted birthsEach fateWho cares how good or badSilentlyFaded into death

and creates a ring wave tricky trapA fed up frog jumps upand thinks of a drop of new hope,New life and rainSwoops down quickly a craneand Makes a feast out of the frogPond can’t punish the culpritsBegs pardon with folded hands.