Sorrow, I can not carry you any more
The soul has a strong wish today
To dance with joy
Joy, you make it dance
With heart’s content like never before
Heart at this moment is too indifferent
Only it wants to fly
Straight or zigzag like a butterfly
To a land unknown where
Kept secret all the meaning of wonder
With absolute freedom
Mind wants to beat the drum of the soul
At will wants to graze like a cow on the meadow
Or like a cloud in the sky.
and make your song eternalthe most exceptionalsing the song praising meand in returnI will make youa true beautylike meand if anythingmen have achieved In this world,and anything concreteby their sheer hard work or struggleit is only meas rest of things has gone or will goin the belly of timeor faded away like bright piece of…
Seeing the pictures of smart girlsHe could not keep his mind cool‘’I love you ‘’ he keeps on writingOnce a girl of eighteen, an extra smartInstead of frowning she loudly laughsBut what does this laugh mean?Is it a sign of rejection or acceptance?This boy was me and I am still confused.
I am in search of a carve to hide myself in jet blackWhere a bathing pose is not taken as vulgarityAnd after rubbing my tongue against the cavity of my mouthI do not produce same kind of monotonous tunesThe art of deception is now a known fossil,No curiosity is roused within mewith hate or loveas…
And fell upon a crack of a wall like a seedRemained there uncared unnoticedBut I took the advantage of all the avoidanceAnd germinated into a saplingWith a strong willWith the help of air, dew and sun raysIn no time I became a plant with huge rootsAnd broke down the wall smashed flatNow every passer- by…
I look at my handsAnd wonder that with these I can touchWith my feet still I can walkMiles after milesMy little two eyes can see me sightsIn delight so I express a huge gratitude that means alsoThat my heart is still alive and can feel the heat of hate and loveI go to be glad…
Rather I spill painInto the purple shore whereA teen is rapedAnd count bloodInto the red sprinkle of rain whenA man is murderedIn my slaughter houseI do not cutRather I grow grassUpon the wiles of greedAnd graze the beastAcross the meadows of liesin my slaughter houseI sweari do not cut or kill
