and this pond reflects
but the silence at our home
screams for the unspoken words
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The distance between you and me
A silence which nobody else can seeYet this silence speaks more than any conversation.
He jumped from the top
To the depths of HeartTo search crawling relationsDying to beg for spare time
A helpless father
Both being refugeeAt a campWhere life is at mercyOf othersWho blame and hateFor fear of resourcesAnd the notion they carryAs they may be terroristSuch is the conditionElement of doubt is reasonFor hatredDeveloped countries so calledBehave like underdeveloped onesCan spend billions onExploring the possibility of life on marsWhereas the life on earthThis is miserable for someThey…
Roots down to the heart
happiness surrounds.
When the first drop of rainwater falls on her,
See the joy and the smell like the liberated souls,Actinomycete bacteria crawling in air,Lifts up my body, mind to unlimited scale.
unique birthday gift
the best bone to eat
and this pond reflects
but the silence at our home
screams for the unspoken words
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Don’t show my glowing face
I see a false in itIt is like a mirageO mirror next timewhen I stand before youreflect my mindshow my heartThe inner beauty is far morethan the outer beautythe charity I give isfar more than the humanityAlmighty will not judge meeither on the basis of my physical beautyHe will look into my inner valuesSo please…
My love is a triangular prism,
Now we are fighting for sides.I want my love to be in bracketsMultiplied by Nth kisses“Ego” Subtracted‘Care’ Divided‘Mutual respect’ added.Derivatives will be your pain my pain,Integration will be our pain,Life will be right angled triangleMeeting with you every time.No polygon, No pentagonNo HexagonJust Pi with radius oneMaking your circle complete.
on the stage of sky
nights remains silent
six months old toddler
prodding my shoulderhow do i understand him?as to what he wants from me.
The distance between you and me
A silence which nobody else can seeYet this silence speaks more than any conversation.
Now it makes me realise what shade I am missing these days
Lay down on a wooden cot stretching legsAnd watch those fluttering colourful butterfliesAnd to watch those passing by bullock carts till the turnAnd listen to the ringing bells tied on the neck of the bullsTo see those falling leaves flying in the airAnd collecting them to count how many in an hourTo see those bread…