To believe

But I secretly carry the dolor in a cartMy heart burns and my mind is torn apart.Depth-less is my griefStill I walk like a king, as if,I am the owner of the sun and the moonLife is to me a mirage, an illusionBetter senses make me the man of renunciation.To cut a joke, to make…

To get moisture in the morningMy desire peeps in daily and remains dryWhen your conceit changes dirty dressStill I am your client in your autumnal luxurious marketAnd at high price your farce I buyThe burning flute of bamboo of June- July is not adequateYet the smoke of burning tune strikes the nostrilsOf this unfortunate poet.

For long I haven’t seen my faceIn retaliation of the of uglinessOf human soul, and I stop. too, to smellThe fresh fragrance of the soilSince it has been fed with human bloodSo many days have been passedI have had my last laugh from my heartWhen I saw devils to do the fierce duelOver a tiny…

At which twice are looked at dailyWhere has been written the destiny of every one, every creatureWith utmost care and complete perfectionOn it the future is seen along with the pastAnd obviously the present is no exceptionEverything is recorded and all actions are seenNothing can be avoidable, nothing can go unnoticedSuch is the authority the…

To over that part where live their sweet heartsBut they had a big cut in the roadBlocking their happy journey in the middleThey could not jump over nor could they swim acrossAs the cut was too deep and it held no waterYet they had to reach to their sweet heartsAnd they had no necessary apparatusExcept…

So many sound wordsAs there was a poetNon -seriousUsing only themWithout any senseA complete nonsenseBut have you ever heardThe sound of a breaking heartIt breaks like a mirrorAnd the images of memoriesAre sent to the cosmosHave you ever heard the sound of Recycle BinNo reconciliation is possibleAs it produces the sound of breaking friendshipHave you…