Purity
Tears dropp from my eyes.
Shall I compare it with a dew-drop?
A dew-drop!
It's a refresher.
It gives a strength to our mind,
It brings a new feeling.
When I see it, I forget my missing.
Have you any doubt for its purity?
But the drops sheding from my eyes also says, ' I am pure, watch it,
think it and feel it.'
Yes, grief is the part a mournful fellow tortured by a tormentor.
I can smell its flavor.
A mild heart exposes its righteousness by these drops of tear.
Now, I have learned to sacrifice
as I am a human being not a device.
I have feelings.
Yes, now, I can see something more into a dew-drop.
I can meditate the similarity
between tears and dew-drops.
I know about the purity.
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I Want To Regain My Love (Part-2)
I was about to tell you,
But I was lost in my words.
I was bound in critical circumstances.
Now, I can smell a sweet essence of excitable, joyous life.
(and i can see the ideal image of love)
I feel the largeness, and I feel the(heavenly) relief.
You see, I always mention some hypothetical phrases.
But don't take it as a disgusting reiteration.
Please, don't forget me.
I know, it is intolerable ……
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I Have Left The Door Of Glory And Praise
I have left the door of glory and praise.
I just think of my memoirs.
I've just got a meed.
Yes, my name has been chosen from the heap of hatred.
But I want to be a suitor for those poor-houses.
I want to share their agony.
I know their untamed indignation
Because they live in indignity.
I am now an indissoluble part of such community.
I have no regard for my own individuality.
I want to share your pang
When you miss your betrayer.
Loose all and release your suspense.
This world is beautiful, and we need not to squabble.
Spurn all spurious bonds.
These are the cause of scourge.
These are scorching.
We have to sustain…
We shall earn the self-consciousness.
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From That Day....
I woke up in that morning.
I saw a nice view of nature outside the window.
I wanted to feel the day.
I wanted to explore my perceptions from that day.
I used to sit beside my little (but beautiful) garden.
I used to try to share something marvelous like them.
I used to write few words to impress you like them.
They are the noble-minded.
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Inspiration
I am watching a skylark
flying skyward.
It's famous for its song.
I am sitting here, on the top of a wall, and
thinking........
What is my actual liking?
I have spent too much time with my colleagues.
I have had my periods with relatives.
I like very much some of them.
But, Alas! I am still the same.
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Confession
I write
and I can also fight.
I fight for injustice.
I fight for sarcastic
and mislead of your mentality (incapability to fight for injustice) .
I am the protector of a devout,
at the same time, I bend my head in front of a scout.
You will see a' spark.'
A spark, which is unbeatable
because something is going intolerable....
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Yours....
The propaganda, which I've achieved, is yours.
The theory of life, that I've got, is solely yours.
This piteous life once had become worthless,
But, lastly I conquered.
Now, it placates me- and I think,
It should be claimed as your kindness and your immensurable dedication.
I know, you are beautiful but a plain-looking.
I am just a plain-spoken fellow.
If our hearts would meet with each other,
It would be a moment of unspeakable joy, full of sweetness, and it would be mellow.
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A Class
A beautiful morning!
It begins with delicious foods.
Multistoried buildings showing
an extra dignity to the dignified fellows are no doubt great.
Android, tablet, laptops performing
exciting activities are no doubt perfect.
A class! really higher class….
Yes, I also have these (Ha! Ha!) .
Suddenly, I placed my eyes into a boy.
He has a dusty sack except having a toy.
Now, I’m watching him deeply .
I got his face slippery.
He is a dweller of a slum.
Now, he want to make wet his tongue
seeking some food.
Do you know, what the expensive articles are in his bag?
He gathers your damaged glasses, your furniture’s, our toilet mug….
He wants to exchange it
to get his living a little bit.
Alas! What a class!
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Loneliness
Heart breaks in loneliness.
A frosty morning; daylight repeals it, and I feel loneliness
on the eve of the day.
When it rains,
a swallow wants to denote a song.
But, after that world calls loneliness.
I see the river flowing, and I come closer to the bank.
I heard the river roaring more in loneliness.
When I stay in my study room
thinking past events, my conscience becomes more powerful in loneliness.
It’s better to stay sometimes in loneliness.
We need sometimes to alleviate pains in loneliness.
You see, love often adorns more homage in loneliness.
Loneliness…………………..
When a war ends,
It becomes time to return for soldiers in loneliness;
and we all mourn in loneliness.
Then we realize what peace is!
One day we all have to say the world ‘good bye’ in loneliness.
Yes, loneliness ……….
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Tell Me, Why?
Tell me, why did once we desire each other?
I never felt emptiness in my mind.
Yes, it was our love!
Why did we use to share a harmonious incommunicable beck.
Tell me?
Why did I use to adorn myself -and why did I use to try my utmost to make a gleam of my love for those days?
It was a true love!
It was such a glorious era that could erase easily one's gloom.
I lived in calmness, and my suitable dreams were about to bloom.
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