Don't do this to me!

My soul is hurt with multiple wound,
The wounds that ooze as the punctured pipe,
Tapes of therapies, the sealants of love,
Spiritual plumbers, cognitive healers,
Arrive as the breeze to coagulant the leak,
Superficial layer on the deep rooted cut,
Start to bleed profusely from the heart,
Whenever the sword in thoughts slash.

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Sweet Memories.

Red, white, pink and colorful roses,
White jasmine and Gardenia,
Wild white orchids,
Early morning balsams,
Mesmerizing palm flowers,
Have the same story to say,
Fragrances of these blooms,
Reach the mind to kindle,
The loving feeling of an event,
And then rekindle,
The loving memories of that event,
Always as long as we can remember.

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Noiceless voice...

Are the razors sharper than your words?
No, your words are sharper,
as it cuts the heart,
without any incision.

Is the lightening the result of collision?
Yes, after every collision,
the electrifying lightening,
flash the mind then and there.

Do suppressed human have voice?
Yes, they talk to themselves,
with noiseless voice,
that has to be heard.

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Behave Yourself, Darling!

For the fear,
of being ridiculed,
questioned and insulted,
for the mistakes,
that have been committed,
a long time ago or
recently in ego or
the mistakes,
that will be committed,
in future,
Human race has lost its voice,
of warning others,
advising and guiding another,
in the name of culture and
self restricted posture.

Behave yourself, darling..

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Smart people..

If I am pushed down,
I will catch a cliff,
and climb up.

If I am robbed,
I fool the robber,
and will get back mine.

If I am cheated,
I learn from it,
I will not be cheated again.

If I push a person,
I make sure,
that there is no cliff.

If I rob a person,
I make sure,
I will not be fooled.

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Dream comes true!

The hills are the status,
to the rich and powerful,
so I wanted to live on a hill,
with spacious garden and guard dogs.

If I stay on a hill,
I can touch the clouds,
be closer to moon and stars.
I wanted to stay on a hill.

The hills always belong to people,
who possess the hard cash and metal,
so I am put in an apartment,
that is built as high as a hill.

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We Will Be Left Alone

We are left alone as babies in the cradle,
We are left alone as riders on the saddle,
We are left alone as debtors to the dismay,
We are left alone as candidates to convey.

The parents leave us alone when we are young,
Then we leave them alone when they are old,
When sorrow keeps us alone, it is too sad,
When the lifeless form is left alone, it is not bad.

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Simmering Dreams!

The dreams simmer in the hearts,
The desire increases the energy in the heat,
The hope in the trance sometimes will be real,
Not let the Simmering hastily overflows,
With accelerated actions and quick reactions,
Control the desire of fire by disconnecting,
It may rain sometimes, when cloud seeding is done,
But the goal can be reached through hard work sown.

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The relationship..

How am I related to you when I steal from you?
I am a thief, you are a victim and I cheat you.
How is she related to him when she sells her body to him?
She is a business woman, he is her customer,
Her body is a commodity and the business is done.
When we take money from someone,
Who is neither related nor do we have any affection,
How are we related one another?

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Supply And Demand..

mothers of our nations produce babies,
to send them as immigrant workers:
work at the plantation to yield,
toil at the construction field,
sweat at the rig with oily hands,
sweep the roads with gloved hands,
hit the key board to program,
touch the patients to diagnose,
build the machines to fly and float,
and a few be the customers,
to the whores for comfort and to rot.

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