How to say it,
Say it?
And if I,
Whom to say,
Whom to say
Sadness,
My sadness to?
To whom,
To whom,
God,
My God?
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After marking tears in the eyes, I could see the history of passion,
How do they disturb man,How did they you?You too were a man, a woman, full of heart and its sensitivity,But to end life in such a way,I could not the malaise o f your heart.You too had love in your heart, you too had affection withinWhich but you could not resist it,But to give your…
Angika bhasha
Ek boda pradeshak lekarPura bhubhak antarbhukta karik,Sampurna BhagalpurAar okar aas-paas.Angika language dialectAnga territory’s speechSpanning overAnd inclusive ofThe whole of BhagalpurAnd the adjoining areas.
The heroine has not come,
I am waiting forTo start the showOf the theatre of lifeTo bid good bye finallyTo en it up.
On marking them coming, I mean the Marxists, the Leninists and The Maoists,
And sharing,What will they do,I mean they,The three bosses,Mr.Marxist., Mr.Leninist and Mr.Maoist?First, I thought of averting the gaze from,Secondly, I thought of hiding,As after the coming of the dacoitsAnd their strange midnightly knock,People try to cry from the rooftopOr try to lie in ambushed,Underneath a cotOr by the door plankOr burying deep into the paddiesLying…
How was it Nalanda University
The ancient Nalanda University,Where was it housed,How the buildings of it,Who the acharyas teaching,How their methods?How the site of it,Who built it,How were the masons at work,The architects and designersAnd planners of itAnd how the age,The people,How the gates of itThe door-keepers of it?How the architecture of it,How the planning and designOf those times,The plan…
Use them purposely
To devastate and destroyThe ares.
Angry,
Resentful;
Of a young woman’s hair and a young man’s struggle!
And i thought that you love me but you rather hurt me.
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Walk in order to please Yahweh!
And it is better for you to get the records straight!Watch and pray always,And straighten up your crooked life and be real!For madness and folly are among the people,And the desire of the flesh is what we see around! !But i am Arimus ona peaceful walk.
Skip to my love and let me teach you,
So let me feel your presence on this love,For the difference in age has nothing to do with us.
Feel the beat and feel the difference,
For i am Meira with the beats of love,And like the window in the wall closer to you.
Come and save me from the hands of the wicked for,
And i know how you can save me on this situation.Arpad is your name and you’ve saved many!So come and help me on this issue over here.
My heart rejoices in you love,
And those who stumbled are girded with the strength of love.This is from me to you and,I am Mahaneh in the land of love;For you were once lost and gone forever and,Today i have found you once more.
Submit to my request like,
For i am drunk in your love and,You are aii that i need, Loveth.Of the thirteenth letter of the alphabet and,Of the thirteenth day of my birth;And of the day for a year and,A week for seven years!Loveth, the elephant is now back to the bush and,Youneed my sweet love to let you grow.The cat…
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With a tinge
Of sweet-sad Sandalwood,
And the sound of
‘I don’t care’.
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Our thinking matter moves in constant flux,
Our thoughts and deeds, sometimes human disgrace,Then all is gone, the end of every race.
GOVERNMENT
River steals,Creating its own pollution,Laughs at the Constitution,Laws are bent,Trillions spent,Provoking bad Conclusion.
Life,
Is a long-short storyWith a bad ending,Depending, on what you doWho you meet,Who you are,Some have it better than othersBut life is out of our controlNo matter, who you areFor there are governmentsMade up of the most,Dishonest lying people,Rather, they Are crooksThat manipulate countries and lives,As if they were pieces of meatCarved up by their…
Moods,
They make you sadThey make you mad,But love,You must know by now,Is the deepest of vowsThe very best you have,Or will ever, have had.
Is Poetry
Some might say‘Yes’, not worth a dimeBut breathing, thinking’Loving too,May not produce,Great wealth for youYet necessary are,And so is PoetryFor those who dreamAnd live,Reaching, for the Stars.
How deep is the Ocean,
What puts us in motion,To feel what we feel?Our lives are like Secrets,That hidden Winds, blow,The more questions asked,The less we do know.