Strange
Swimming down the road in the deep dark in search of
Something of my life suddenly surfacing out at the top of
The surface from me within inside looking out at me
A thing of very strange ……………………………….
It is neither in static nor in motion
It is in commonly uncommon condition.
It is not showing me the truth but it is surely not the lie
It doesn't allow me to live; it doesn't allow me to die,
It never became my own though it never left me alone
It is definitely not my enemy or foe but not becoming my friend.
Though it never loves to love me but it hates to hate
It is not the dark but never gives me the light
It is in a strange color not in common black, blue and white.
It is not the impossible but it does not have the possibility,
It is not an unreal but unable to come in reality,
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Why still I love you!
A very mysterious, a very miraculous
A Very high and very deep
A Very wide and very charming
A Very holy and very hidden
Pulling my dream my hope
My desires my courage
My likes, my eyes, my mind
My lungs, my blood
My hands and my feet
My soul and my heart
The every part
The whole universe
And attracted towards
You the curious
The fantabulous
The gift
The bliss
The secret essence of life
The sweet
The delicious
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Mirror
Oh! Mirror the most loveable, cunning queen
You reflect in mostly whatever you have seen.
Face is the mirror of the soul
Literature is the face of the society as a whole
Oh! Mirror, you have to reflect me as it is your goal.
But why do you really fail to show my soul?
Whatever I do
In front of you
You do that ditto
If I lit a cigar, you lit too without nitto.
Even you can reflect the fire
Even you can make caricature
Out of me without any failure
But why do you really fail to show the fire
The burning sensation of my mind
And the sound of anguish which is in the wind?
Oh! Mirror, you are such a beauty! !
You have so much unparalleled quality! !
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Shedding
They always like to be full with some thing
But I like to be very vacant and empty
By shedding of my life
From anything to everything
As it has got junk
Old fashioned
Overused and tired
Unsuitable for the modern…
Unable to explain
The life of unpredictable
Meet the challenge
Of the present demand.
Though they are very fearful
I am very brave
To be ignorant
As before
I started to learn
Ignorance was bliss
As even a slight piece
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Love Is My Love (an ode)
''Love'' is my love
So I love you, my love,
As love should love
But you, my love, never love me
As my love should love me.
You are such a terrific lovely sweetie
But you never give me a bit of your beauty
You are a lovely love every one loves to love
But I got jealousy, every one loves to hate me.
You are such a nectar, every one loves to suck
Every one loves to sip, you are such a honey!
But I got angry, you left me in the lurch very thirsty.
You are the dream, desire, freedom and fantasy
You make me slave and bounded me with harsh reality
Without you, I could have been a sick pervert very easily.
But I could not be, as my mind is strong and the morality.
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Why do people play with blood ?
Why do people play with blood when it gives no pleasure and only pain?
Why do people wag a war when it gives only losses and no gain?
Why do people play with mud when it never tones up but tarnishes their images?
Why do people play the blame -game when it never solves the problem but increases?
Why do people hit the greats when it gives them less fame and more blasphemy?
Why do people create controversy when it gives less positive and more negative publicity?
Why do people lie when do they know in it there is only ugliness and no beauty?
Why do people do jealousy when they do know that it shows their own bankruptcy?
Why do people lick the legs of power when it shows their weakness- the sycophancy?
Why do people do hypocrisy when they do know that they are telling lies?
Why do people heed to the greed when they do know the sweetness of life dies?
Why do people fall in lecherous lust when they do know it eats their own flesh?
Why do people play tricks when they do know that it shows only their foolishness?
Why do people do corruption when they do know it is the selling of their souls?
Why do people do nepotism when they do know it is the quality of them which falls?
Why do people love more self than any one else when they do know it is a disease - narcissism?
Why do people hate people when they do know it is the murder of humanism?
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Under The Mysterious Cover
Wa la poetry
Under the mysterious cover
This bank of the river
Breaks to build that
Making and breaking
A song of despair in the air
By that distant river
Leaves the dream in the middle
In the heart forms a cloud dark
Under water fishes cut jokes
Searing sun often comes in life
To give a much sought relief
After the storm
Under the cover mysterious
One grey deep dark mist
Carries a sob, unheard fainted cry
Sung with a muffled sigh
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Intellect
You might have possessed so many things
The stars, the sun, the moon, the whole universe
But if you have not possessed me
You possess nothing!
You are a blunt, a dullard dull
The beggar of the street.
You might be proud of so many things which
One can't have today but tomorrow can
And all these things dwindle when you distribute
But I am the exception and the opposite
The maximum use of anything is a poison
But I become the nectar if you use the maximum
You might have written on so many things
from hell to heaven
You might have composed so many poems
from complex to simple
But if you have not on me,
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Human Tragedy
I have a fortunate fate that there is no
living being yet on the other planet
otherwise I would have been too assertive
and my candy- love would have started to
compare to divide, milk of kindness for
the humanity and skulduggery red eyes with
face skulky for the alien as of now I divide
like television, black and white, still
my complexes often run and rise above
over the dyke, and dressed adroitly with
overwhelming ‘isms ‘ and sex exploitation,
still I am happy I do not have species like
animals or plants but have nations,
barb boundaries, in dream I want to cross,
but in reality I adhere to the rules to emit,
let loose like hot lava to hate and keep prejudice,
milk of mother is my tongue, surely sour and
spoiled one of others, your beard is sign of wisdom
and mine is a symbol for fanaticism,
your fountain mind oozing some evergreen
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Disarry is the sister of perplexity
Time changes, the world changes,
Changes every thing from beauty to truth,
This is a curse, this is bliss
This is tumultuous, up is down, and down is up
Black is white, white black
Wrong is right, right is wrong
The systematic nature breaks down in miracles
The greatest miracle is of one having the anti—rules
The reason is our pride
But the anti- reason is crushing it
The more crushing is our unlimited ignorance!
The logic is our foundation
But too weak to hold the large building of anti-logic.
The scattered and haphazard things are found in a point
The strangeness of things is that the point is scattered and expanding
If expanding from the point is the rule and signifies life
Anti-rule, of course, the shrinking to the point and signifies the final death...
Annihilating everything from vanity to super intellect.
The historical knowledge is our capital
But too short to run the biggest business of baffling life
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