To get moisture in the morning
My desire peeps in daily and remains dry
When your conceit changes dirty dress
Still I am your client in your autumnal luxurious market
And at high price your farce I buy
The burning flute of bamboo of June- July is not adequate
Yet the smoke of burning tune strikes the nostrils
Of this unfortunate poet.
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From 1970 to 1990
And they appeared only in two colorsEither in black or whiteVery unromantic, unfunny and dryThe meanings of hints and signs I used to take straightAs I knew not any zigzag waysA true zombieSpade a spade in approachAn innocent gullibleEasily deceived by the face valuesUntil I met suddenlyWith twist in the gullyMy first girl friend with…
Love and care which I am not bereft of
Yet I have a plan real naughty and mischievousTo check whether their affections genuine or notI lay flat and stop my nerves and close my eyesJust like a man under attack by a bear in a forestAnd I pretend to be perfectly deadThe news spread like a gust of windAnd I see words within a…
To be deep in thoughts
They have never been enoughYou need to increase your salinityIn the water of your soulTo eat up all the ill treatments and wrongsTo you meted out and doneAs the ocean purifies all the dust and dirtAnd returns back all purifiedInto it whatever pollutants are thrown uponIt has never been enoughJust to flow like a streamYou…
I think you are thinking how i could not make a big cut
I have a blade like tongue and a mind like a cauldronBoiling leads and freezing mercury at cryogenic levelAnd break a path to be super rich though I knowThe trick of the trade how to play intraday in equity marketYou might also think that how it is possible for a manTo be quite extraordinarily and…
Do not paint the world
Black and whiteOr divide life intoComfort zonesWrong and rightMany a thing is leftIn areas among themMurky and grey.
For long I am in a far off place
Comes to my mind like a floating cloudThe image of the rivulet where I used to swimAnd the snaky path on which I used to walkAppears like a snap shot in my memoryI could not even forget the tiny tree of berryUnder which I used to get enough cool breezeAnd the swamp around our house…
To get moisture in the morning
My desire peeps in daily and remains dry
When your conceit changes dirty dress
Still I am your client in your autumnal luxurious market
And at high price your farce I buy
The burning flute of bamboo of June- July is not adequate
Yet the smoke of burning tune strikes the nostrils
Of this unfortunate poet.
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when you say
I see in itA big truthThough you knowit is a great lieand you believe‘’what I say ‘’in the world of liesI sit and wonder! !
Sit down to write
Feel emptyLet cold memory like hot airRush to fill my vacuumIn thought let feelThe warmth of your remembranceAnd let storm to startIn the heartAnd let me feel the after effectOf sweet shiverOf the quakeOn my limbsNo trip, no drugJust your remembranceGives me the same kicksPush me on the same heightNothing more I wantBefore saying anythingLet…
The big tree casts a giant shadow
Keeping them in thrall long after he is goneHe tied them tight to the pastSquashing their youthful spiritAnd forcing them down the same tired pathHe took to follow for himselfHis tricks are many and branches are bigThe saplings need to take a changing courseFor their own survival and identityAt every crossing of roadsThey must slay…
There is no problem with my eyes
My eyes can differentiate between the thingsUgly and beauty, appearance and realityWhen I see in your eyes which tells a different storyThe plot is ready and characters are you and meAs pure love in your heart I seeLook at my eyes too which never liesTruthfully expresses what my heart feelsIf my eyes are caught seeing…
We are all in a position of standing
Facing an open seaVast and wideMade up of peopleWe call it multitude or crowdAnd waiting for opportunity to come swimmingLike a fish in our little drains and alleysAnd we are ready, too,To hunt the tasteAnd dive into immortal fameBut when the game turns into a raceAnd the race becomes fierceWe remain friends but only in…
Anyhow if you search out this poem
And what a good hunter of knowledge you are!I salute you for your thirsty heartInquisitive mindAnd to look out at treasures for wisdomWould I be able or not to provide you that kind of satisfactionOf a singer that he gets after singing the saddest song of him or herselfI really do not knowMeanwhile I talk…