Beautiful people become ugly
When they allow those to roam free.
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If I were not a witness
And had not I faced two floodsAnd seen so much human blood to waste awayAnd met Babur on the day when the gate of heavenBroken into pieces to the barbaric wavesThen I could have saved enough tearsTo shed over the death of youMy darlingAnd weep at the graveOf your dogs which snatched awayThe morsels from…
Made a promise to night, not to anyone but to myself
I won’t slander any one any moreIn life I won’t spread liesOn any clan or raceBefore blaming any one I would think twiceWhat I could do more or what would have been done betterIn the garb of free speechOn any religion or group I won’t talk any ill furtherOut of jealousy or envy I won’t…
Swimming down the road in the deep dark in search of
The surface from me within inside looking out at meA thing of very strange ……………………………….It is neither in static nor in motionIt is in commonly uncommon condition.It is not showing me the truth but it is surely not the lieIt doesn’t allow me to live; it doesn’t allow me to die,It never became my own…
Would you tell me
Or logic in poetryThere is noneBetween the twoIs poetry in rhymesOr rhymes in poetryNo one, between the twoMay be all the four is rightOr none is correctNow poetrySearches beauty in uglinessLogic in illogical thingsOr in anti-logicsPoetry is in thoughtAnd expressionThe thoughtMust be expressedIn the best possible wayIn that way is the way of poetry
Handle me with utmost care
or a piece of glassthough I have both of their charactersbut I am neither of themI am very ordinaryWith a fragile outside shellBut I hold insideIn my yokeAll the ingredientsOf a good foodFor the good healthOf your extraordinaryPowerfullifeif you drop metreat me with contemptI can easily break myselfWith thousand piecesUselessStill if you stepOver meI am…
On the boughs of soul
As quick as possibleOtherwise better senseWill die with the foul smellAnd generosity will fly.