Poems of 2003

I know all these that I judge again for
the definition of knowing is not satisfying.
That's a truth that I can do what I want.
The fact is thinking it and turns it in accurately
till to its end that's what I don't materialize.
I'm losing in dreamland before that's disgusting...
I've only power to work
and the result would become similar
So I've no need to think.
So why do I do so?
The factor that turns thoughts into reality is work.
Am I trying to change the factor to dream
if I've to do so I must dream ten times than work.

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Tomorrow's bread is in my hand by which I prepare.
The silence smitten love and unity is smoldering
amid the limitations of power and thought.
But tear can't release pain although so in the reality
of materialism and living oneself merely arms
of passions only cry the sensual errors and impacts
controls present slavery to oneself and others know no rules.

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I heard your call o my cuckoo bird.
None answers your queries but I do.
You communicated me in the last night
a day earlier – but your questions are same
I think as your voice is similar.
Again your sounds are reaching my ear
with airs cry of night and with my own senses.
Everyone has forgot you in the fake world
but you must survive thought ages pass,
your craze is no more today like others
because you are the source of memory .
I forgot you but just for the moment
you stroke in my relief organization once.
I'm seeing you concealing your turns, o.

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Working is the easiest task in the world.
But it requires a strong will to practice.
Then the works will be happening by itself.
In times of work it needs no thinking
pleasure or sorrow or other fears.
It's where the mind is free and powerful.
It needs great awareness of the facts
but its own pleasure is unmatched.
It's a practical thing final every time.
So need s plans and science to attain only
its effects are timeless beyond us.
It's the point of our soul that covers it.
It has a noble job for everybody's needs.
It's the way on the journey towards god.

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The serenity of your unimaginable presence
although still undiscovered to me is genius
but actually more than I can explain.
Your process, power and ultimate reality
are worse to me at times.
Something or someone is calling me continuously
but it's not reaching to my mortal ears.
The moon is invisible in the conspiracy of a rat
in the black curvature while a gorgeous stone glittering
and pretending a star with unknown indication.
The consuming shadows reach to
an unknown stairs guided by trees.
Can I see the hidden secrets?
Mortal is what I've to finish so there is nothing in it.

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I can't hear the sound few meters away
and realize the vastness of the ocean
from a closed circuit of eye that binds.
I don't know what I ought to do
at least for the benefit of everyone.
I don't know what the next second will bring
for me from darkness where I can't reach.
I find many persons like me moving
or stopping my rivals, foes and patrons.
I can't hank two things at a time and forget
or don't know the truths.
Everyone's pace is right in his position yet
I don't find a massive development.
It may be as it's the task unplanned
and continuous and just one chance is there
so no one succeeds in his life uniquely
for one doesn't know the unique.
So there I find inspirations and contractions
and conservation but there's some illogical things
in our minds that are dangerous.

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So sorrowful is our lives;
we don't have what we wish.
We have to shake tears behind
our dreams what am able to do
in such few hours and then sleep
and again the same play.
I can or can't do something
that's the end.
If I wish to be a bird,
I can never do.
A sorrowful journey
is about to begin.

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Change the meanings,
change the definitions.
Change as more as you can.

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Great inspirations and shocks come
in the path of our life
and leave their effect on us
but for very short time
and then as follows.

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The unpredictable random effect of the materialism
and neo imperialism, the innocent peoples are going
to be hanged, the contradictions of our minds,
jeopardizing humanity and moral universal values
attractions to money and power cultivating war-
the emblem of blood contrast and horror.

Being a cosmopolitan I declare my revolt
for those dictators who are the stain of humanity.
Burn in the hell within the two world wars gave
us nothing but the tears and a tired eye hopes
for peace's touch though that won't be materialized
but for something within unknown.

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Many men are in their ways,
you too in the same path,
to work and then weary –
deformed amidst the wars, peace,
sorrow or whatever though somehow
influencing our minds.
But it's to talk in silence.
We can't see you but
in some patient mood appear you
suddenly or in the deepest corner
of our hearts truth are lying
but we won't in the days behold
although all of our love will reign
for ever beyond our notice.
I'm seeing the infinite will of us
although one may deny it
but it's the truth.

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What we are watching or thinking
are the inborn of the past.
We never feel that or realize
but in a silent mood of grief
I can't imagine that in some other time
though I know it remains and remains
but a cry touches me all the time .
Why don't I wan to do what I have to
or take everything casually and ignore it?
I want help, O heaven!
Only for once to actualize my dream
without thinking I know, but a cry overcomes
me with unbearable pain of agony say
me pleasure the truth and rend the curtain.

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Poems of 2003

The innocent child which can't think
the reality of innermost beast
when he is going by the training
of conscious gods, the some others.
What best can I do now- cry , shout
and suicide-useless being ineffective
except giving satisfaction.
So change the training channel to teach
one to be same in water or fire or humanitarian
who love his world as he loves himself-
then the training is best when the world be one.
Not how much body can do-
skeptical eye is the king of all.

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The things that I do beyond my sensation
at every moment is far more hard than
that I fear to attempt.
The earth is moving round the sun
but I don't realize.
I do these things that I know
I mustn't do, bad or good.
I even don't work for anyone except me.
I shame at the people doing misdeeds.
But don't want to realize I'm in the same path.
I think myself as the best and the most powerful.
Yet I've no power except love. .
I think I'm doing the right generally.
I forget what wrongs I've done.
That's because I'm the slave of me.
And I can't prosper until I win over it.
Actually the mind doesn't want to understand.

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For what I'm fussing so much?
My aim is to secure excellent marks in the exams
to be first in all exams.
Then to be successful in my career
and that's all- then co-operate
Too many births failed to find a meaning.
But few attempts are made to confined time
in words of creativity indeed.
Thus the aim succeeds but the reason of learning
is knowledge or money or immortality.
I'll achieve it!
For its mine to live after.
There lie constructions – the construction
of thoughts that makes one do all these things.

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Now I'm going to die
for I can do little for the humanity.
I'm exhausted to live such a life
where everything is unjustified.
I know everything but of no use.
I've no power to live anymore
amid a world where goodness is a theory
and corrupted is the man.
Politics is the source of all lies
and thus motivated works result
in decay and promises not kept,
time not to maintain.
Make works pending and pending
and to decay the understanding
and rest just to forget.

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Why do you make me confined at the home?
Almost all the days you give for once.
I can't say the sun will rise tomorrow for me
however I try to predict many things ,
but on previous experiences in previous filters
faulty of being repeated to layer my views.
Independent considerations are still awaiting ,
the repetitions of night so predicted
although hard to say the uncertainty of life.
Everyday a new thought and a new explanation
renders it a new meaning to define and then
storms ,rains and thunders enter in the closed eye view
to reconnect to its main stream.


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Round, round and round on the same thing.
Is that the meaning of life?
Making a great meaning to live,
life continues as a passage of water
in a complicated outcome of thoughts
and experiences as the outcome was
by fellow soldiers and to paint in the
background to make it dark.
Sorrow is reciprocal to happiness in constancy,
as the blossoming in the trees after a long wait
like the drawing in the sky.
These are unstable but powerful.
The theme is the same
although the light shatters a bit.

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Today I'm writing but tomorrow
I may cry or smile in pleasure or pain
but how long it would go on in parallel?
Can they never meet to make my life
a blend without any turnout?
When will these clouds make rain in my life?

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I can die today but I don't know
I'm blind from all respects.

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The pen that write one's thoughts
Expresses him and his world.

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Yesterday I thought something
but I don't remember today.
That certainly a medium thought of me,
but who knows there won't be any excellence.
Though I can ruminate I can't be sure.
I'm now the second manifestation of oblivion
as millions of me stays there
and I'll do the oscillations
to forget and remember blinds us
like it do for time .
I'm mortal but about my restless thoughts ,
they can't be realized .
They don't know any barrier or drawback
and the runs all time forward to reach less.
They are none but mysterious as me
who wants to him whom he loves most.

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Everything has destroyed ,
but I'm here beyond
being effected under your
ravished eyes –
the summation of worsts.
I don't know anyone
or I'm anything surrounding
the beasts omnipresent.
The interacting thoughts integrating
I'll finish you more than killed.
Suicidal of you is none but you.
If you have power , go and destroy.
Not shut your mouth and sleep.
Don't try to entangle and puzzle me.
Your sensation is ineffective here beyond.
I finish as I've to finish standing
on the bench of destruction.

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I need functions that eliminate errors
and stand for only truth and ultimate
where considerations are changeless
universally prevailing in all minds .
truth be one all and end all.

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Partial increments of minds
and developments regarding assumptions
and its execution.

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The more I finish the more I start.
That is the only inspiration of my life .
I've to flourish or to be a legend
I must finish my tasks though tough indeed.
In my daily life I see illusions very mighty
like a hided executioner-
I've to staple them in their origin or cultivate means.
I find nothing in sleeping although I daily sleep.
In nature the spectacles daily die everyday
and I die everyday to give birth a new one.
There is no lasting pleasure to sink all life
or be sure of accuracy of fulfillment.
The conviction is within too some extent.
Excellency for efficiency is lying in my death bed.

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In the world everywhere I see day in
and day out people are busy to establish
their superiority by highlighting the wrongs
or by misdirecting us which is the testimony
to their selfishness.
A flower wants to tempt bees by its smell
and colour while nature attracts us by
its beauty that persuades an implication of nationality.
Some ideas are so trusted that's hard to shake off.
The germ of hatred and zeal fruits now.
My eyes are closed in the sunlight
while I kill an ant that causes no harm.
The water accumulating here is polluted.

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I was just hearing a keen voice in the leaf
striking silence of night.
It must have been a scream of someone coming
from not too far although very strange indicating
undiscovered truth as it stopped shortly
so its actuality will remain within.
A person can only imagine of it.
The shrill voice of toads that I hear every night
though being insignificant, it's impossible
to understand the nature.
These thoughts are only a think.
The white light that makes me see
is the best friend of me.

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That's the best gift to me is to survive fit today
or for the next day to survive in the world
impersonally but most efficiently.
I may not even remain on the next day
because I don't know the language of me.
So I must finish all the things with endless
power to prove the value of living .
Thus I can get ht eligibility to serve for tomorrow
and to discover the power from sunshine
to the sunset or from the breeze to the universe
everywhere its applicable .
All these merely are attempts to wake me up
and march on my way tremendously.
So I don't think else for no need.

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A day has sublimed from my life ,
not by notice but alarming me every moment.
That was a day when the breathing started
and stop like the mighty stranger.
I've finished a problem,
then I'll try another one but what is the finish?
Its not the response by death , then?
What can be the best use of given period?
It will do so if it can serve infinite needs
but infinite is not known yet must work for infinite.
We can't turn our thoughts into reality.
But something is actual then why that won't be ?
Think of it and take it as the challenge of life
fighting up all looseness that you know.

A Short Story

Flowers of children

For bidding adieu for a new day in an enlightened thought to view the
future. The dark spell of expectations can't give a proper meaning to
the aspirations of mind for gaining something in one birth. The story
puts its way from here when a father of a child leaves his family
alone in the home to serve for his country. The child was too small to
understand this; that's why he's crying in melancholy tune. Anyone who
has heart in him can feel pain his voice though to others it will seem
to be bothering. The agony for his father has made the child
speechless, so continues to cry more profoundly and shedding his
invaluable tears.

A child knows only two things- one is to smile and other is to cry and
both are the rare gifts of nature. I don't know but somehow the child
realized his forthcoming loss of his father and reacted in a way one
can expect. The falling water of springs is beautiful to watch. And so
for his cry, tears were so spontaneous and the shrill voice makes one
uncomfortable after some period. But a crying child has his own beauty
to watch. The day is appearing from the room of our discussion.
Sunlight is creeping in the place to watch them. Cold wind is blowing
minutely vaporizing his tears.

Paul Hudson, the father of the child is going along an alley leading
to road which will take him to the railway station where the army camp
is located at present. So many stars in the sky are sacrificing their
lives to illuminate the universe since so long. Paul is thinking
"Today I'm going to the battle field like many others like me for the
cause of my country. It is true that I'm leaving my wife and only
child to darkness, but they will be glorified as me if I'll become a
martyr serving my home land." But his instant delight fades away when
he thinks of the uncertainties of the imminent future of his family
which is under dark cloud. He reiterates to himself "Aren't we a
victim of noxious political motifs? Is there any necessity of war? My
fellow soldiers and I are going to fight for an unknown complexion of
sabotage by clever politicians." He contradicts by questioning to
himself "How can I cheat my nation where I was born and brought up?"

The same observation generates different interpretations in different
people. For they judge from a distinct point of view, conclusions may
be true as they think. Ultimate truth never existed nor will exist.
Every one habitually thinks him or her to be true and claims
similarly. They are true it time and circumstances around them are
taken into account. But causality makes the difference. However how
much responsibility is on his shoulder today! One should complete his
present duties as early as possible before another thought of duty
mess his mind. Paul asks to god "but what for me? There are certain
duties I can't perform simply because of the limits of conceptual
harassment. Right now fresh air is shooting me. It is dangerous at
times because it appeals fire to destroy everything. Today I met a
beggar as you know who was appealing just for food but not for shelter
although he is bereft of that. They are true human beings; they
survive in most inhospitable circumstances and in untold misery. Their
flexibility is matchless. But we still ignore them because they don't
know to earn money. However I must think of completing my jobs. My
every heartbeat is signifying this sense.

My son is thinking in his way about this earth and the surroundings-
the universe; and laughing at the stupidity of the people. He never
gives his attention to his scope and procedure. His reasoning is
simple and we often don't give it a vale. Surprisingly many people
deny his past. Why do I find reasons to things happening all around
and in many cases fail to give a proper explanation? But I'm going out
of the way. I think I need to concentrate. "

Paul is a tired now. Today he had a fight with his wife. There is
significant difference in characteristics between everyone in this
world and both of them have some specialties. A famous person is
closed by a single word in the mouth of fans and sometimes the person
captures the attention of the mass. But this kind of people never does
this so obviously but they are able to put some mark in minds of
people which they remember in times to come. They love to swim in the
sea and drawn. But ignoring the sense of gratification, everyone would
have liked them taking their lives into consideration.

He reaches to the military base after a long journey by train. During
the travel he was amazed to see the beauty of nature. He never saw
nature in this way. But he becomes sad thinking of his family now.

Three months have passed in the military base. Paul is now not as
before. On a sunny Sunday he receives a letter from his family. The
content of the letter is as follows:

Dear paul,
Our one and only son Bill is no more. He died of acute diarrhea. I
tried everything I can. But all my efforts were in vain. I failed to
save him. I called doctors and so many of them. If they could do
something that would at least saved the life of our son. Now I find no
meaning to live. I wonder when I'll go to my son to see him. You don't
have to come. Stay there and serve for the nation. Bill would have
martyred for our country! The only thing I pray to god is to take you
away from me for a good purpose.

See the nightingale is singing such a beautiful tune. But why my heart
cries with it I don't know.

Paul was reading this in a bunker while a shell entered in it.

Do you know who Paul was? Paul is not a celebrity or your friend. And
he will never be a celebrity. He was the friend of humanity. He was
the greatest of your friends. He is the expression of so many uncanny
voices of nature that faded away in darkness but still not enough.

Poems-2003

I've so much works left to do
So many duties to perform
How much sorrow to overcome?
Like the lightning's of the sky-
The days are appearing to me,
But are passing away, before I realize their value
Though the drops of are accumulating
It'd be too late before the cycle.
And must have to suffer for that;
But why can't I have the momentum:
To carve my all mistakes?
it'd go on unnoticeably.
And then I sleep with peace:
And the all known but undetached.

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So many particles, waves are moving
And some reasons for which we are still alive
Some seconds are gone thinking these
I've reached to my station
No matter when the train will start
I'm not totally expected like this foam
That's ruled by the unknown.
The tracks have gone over each other
And arrests us in its home swiftly
The shackles are not the bar
We are the coherent bar
These have to go very slowly, unconsciously
Shadowed by the cloud of our shadow
Patience doesn't exist where we are.

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These searching eyes never find out rest
The blessings of which are fruitful.

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The very little gain that I have in
My whole life mentioning everything
But so much gain I achieved
In the opposite direction.

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So rarely in this deformed world
Dreams add life too one
In the undetached famishing spectacles
The sickness of understanding is needed
Principles of divinity reigns
I'm so happy in this day
Although in the untold pain of innumerable
Unable to get the support
The shield is absent the one
The error locations are over and on
Amid the truths and lies
The need is unshaken
Though for some reason whatever!
The end is observed except:
That what's call the infinite.

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My faults are going to be crashed
Day by day where practically
I can't locate my mistakes though in faults
Changing the view to be pessimistic
Past is unchangeable not the present
The delusions that are turning my eyes
At the right moment I must curve
One word causes total error forgetting the same
Am I to work, devote and think?
Not to err, misdeed actualizing my boast ness
As they cover the story behind - is the reality?
What is not life death is life
Life is a chance to convert dreams to it
For once best many more - forget that.

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Thought is the only thing on which I stand
Love is the only thing in which I believe
Truth is the only thing in which I belong
Selfishness is the only thing which I follow
To finish is the word's expression than ends.

The stereotype ness of events and thoughts
Are so dull and naked and expected
To the said misfortune of a young
I'm predicted and caught in deeds
That for once I have to overcome.

Poems-2003

I may sleep like a dead or one yet to born
I May dream away my life with the vapor
That generates from a fluid and lost.
I May think all the life like a curious child
Who wants to know the world. I may laugh away
My life with an innocent mind which doesn't know
The reality inside life. I may cry away like a failed guy
Who once aimed to sky. I can do like so on...
But independent from classical beliefs
I want to place means over results of my works.
And I'd like to harm anyone as everyone is the
Part of us. And I may not get what I seek
but this will enrich my heart.

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Sweet memories of the past
That is lively with sights and sounds
And the satisfaction of mind
Is the eternal bliss to me?
For which I suffered too much pain-
Are the precedes of such composition
Relatively small amount of judgment
Is necessary for eternity
What I talked yesterday
I can't remember now.

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I'm relaxing all the time and doing nothing valuable
I'm telling this as I'm not immortal
There is after all no security I'm here after
A moment and you may simply shut up for now.

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I'm looking at foam and vast wave
In the ocean- from a stand of supreme
Human feelings to breathe the reason
There are many people in the world
But how much of them are good?

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Always there is an aperture in mind,
From where hopes would pass:
To continue the pace of our lives.

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The furnishing clips of the ultimatum
Is the rule unperceived?

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I'm back here again and again
From all over thoughts plunging
And I see my face in the glass - the same
Similar without some experiences
Useless without weighted a mile
I'm living with feelings
I murder myself\f beyond the notice

Don't think else, you have just to devote
The bindings of the sharp edge
Sweaty to believe though sun enlightens
Fears or unmoved elasticity's find road amidst
The fathomless of this dream takes ages
Before he realized - in the science?
These chapters close although never be closed.

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Just accomplish your works
Don't ask any questions.
Look at the front not to the back
As logically it's your harm
For it slows down the clock
Yet you justify your progress instantly
The testimony is error or our thoughts
And longings unjust universally
We don't want to know although we know!

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My Profile

about me: I'm a cool man, compromising, religious and truth speaking...

I can't feel what I am.
But believe to be
a devotee of mankind.
I am not the body
which is seen,
not even the mind inside me,
I am the soul, a part of god.
I am now a machine ran
by the uncontrolled mind
which only loves
wealth, fame and lust
I am a field of thoughts
interacting between the powers
of the universe-I am a venture
of mind and nature.
The truth is still unfold to me
What and where I am.
relationship status: single

birthday: September 15

here for: friends, activity partners

children: no

ethnicity: east indian

languages i speak: Bengali, English (US), Hindi, German

religion: Religious humanism

political view: not political

humor: friendly

fashion: alternative

smoking: no

pets: i like pet(s)

living: with parents, friends visit often

hometown: kolkata

webpage: http://umesh4ever.blogspot.com/

passions: writing and publishing poems,singing, doing research, meditation.

sports: cricket, football, formula one, tennis,moto gp,auto
racing,golf...i'm a madly fan of sports.

activities: i've messianic complex.to help the poor is my motto.
except that playing chess, taking part in extra curricular activities.

books: religious books,philosophy, psychology, literature classics, poems,
science fiction

music: My music choice changes with time. My favourites are beatles, led
zeppelin, eagles, u2,m

j, metallica,mariah carey etc

movies: titanic,a beautiful mind, gladiator,MI 2,swadesh,rang de basanti etc

cuisines: biriyani,mutton raganjosh, pron,vetki mach,chicken korma etc

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If I can write what I think

If I can write what I think
Just to the point not more or less
If I can think that never thought
If I shape the paragon of my dream
If I ca see the darkness of my stressed will
If I can give my all for everyone without asking anything
If I can do a job just for its own shake
If I be the perfect from all respect
Then I'd be everything one can think or not
Although it is impossible as impossible
Try with your all capacity , is the motto
The success depends on realizing true sense of all
And going beyond all illusions.

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We are men after all.
We suffer from pain , bereavement or loss
We make fault then cry and forget -exhausting.
Our life is so called record of dramas
We don't try to create parallel things
With all the sweet except shedding it.
After being tired in sleeping and gasping
Among all these we do something by chance
And make a habit of whispering behind pleasure
It's like running in straight line intercept in infinite
We make our life a devotion to such ideas.
No one in this earth is happy overall except being imaginary
Men by nature don't want ot understand the reality
This mortal body blaming such not remains years to come.

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Worth is pleasure of mind
Pleasure is relative in kind.
I can do what I wish
But only say it and then extinguish.
Too little one can express by means
of some words in the surroundings
of the expressions being faded.
The rapid slaps on me and myself
Crying ashore for some tears.
Complexes of mind and values
Lie on the non terminating feelings
of selfishness faulty department!
The embedded imaginary imputations
Resulting the endlessness of treatments and.

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Why is it very easy to dream
And very hard to accomplish?
This is because to dream is our
Instinct and for work is not .
So we do the opposite and take them negatively
What's new in the world -the same sun
Moon , stars and nature where looks only changes.
Rapidness is calling to join but the end surpassing
(I can see the end coming al the was )
I can see my death as you , why then so !
The same things I do everyday
Yet I call it a new thing for my nature
In the summary of life I find nothing creative
Or something for the welfare of mankind
I want to make myself a dedication to mankind.

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What is the worth of a man ?
Universally he is beyond being worthy
For he being infinite , but his worth is negligible
Practically as he can do nothing by his own
He apparently is the slave of time and place
It doesn't maters if he, like others
The difference is some works and achievements
In the piter of the life
But death is not all and may be even better than life
As it covers most of the time
What's going on all around us?
There may be ideas in breaches
Bt now we don't know what's it.

For Idiots

For Idiots
Lust is beauty, lust is truth
Sultry is the woman who is beautiful
Beauty generates sensual thoughts
Or tempts to have sex.
Love is the storm of lust in young minds
That only wants to gratify.
Sexual pleasure is the aim of everyone
As the insatiable fire in mind.
It permits no barrier in its way
For the tryst with bodies.
The irresistible comfort for the time being
is the inspiration always
the thought of love is to hug, kiss or screw
with innumerable processes.
Love is the eager to have one nude
With total passion

We are human after all

We are human after all.
We suffer from pain , bereavement or loss
We make fault then cry and forget -exhausting.
Our life is so called record of dramas
We don't try to create parallel things
With all the sweet except shedding it.
After being tired in sleeping and gasping
Among all these we do something by chance
And make a habit of whispering behind pleasure
It's like running in straight line intercept in infinite
We make our life a devotion to such ideas.
No one in this earth is happy overall except being imaginary
Men by nature don't want to understand the reality
This mortal body blaming such not remains years to come.
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Worth is pleasure of mind
Pleasure is relative in kind.
I can do what I wish
But only say it and then extinguish.
Too little one can express by means
of some words in the surroundings
of the expressions being faded.
The rapid slaps on me and myself
Crying ashore for some tears.
Complexes of mind and values
Lie on the non terminating feelings
of selfishness faulty department!
The embedded imaginary imputations
Resulting the endlessness of treatments and.
.....

Why is it very easy to dream
And very hard to accomplish?
This is because to dream is our
Instinct and for work is not .
So we do the opposite and take them negatively
What's new in the world -the same sun
Moon , stars and nature where looks only changes.
Rapidness is calling to join but the end surpassing
(I can see the end coming al the was )
I can see my death as you , why then so !
The same things I do everyday
Yet I call it a new thing for my nature
In the summary of life I find nothing creative
Or something for the welfare of mankind
I want to make myself a dedication to mankind.
....

What is the worth of a man ?
Universally he is beyond being worthy
For he being infinite , but his worth is negligible
Practically as he can do nothing by his own
He apparently is the slave of time and place
It doesn't maters if he, like others
The difference is some works and achievements
In the shutter of the life
But death is not all and may be even better than life
As it covers most of the time
What's going on all around us?
There may be ideas in breaches
But now we don't know what's it.

......

Nobody thinks of me and the result is still impressive
What I meant to say didn't understand?
Deep words and speeches and the logics of understanding,
Give it a sense to think of .
What is the process of judging one thing?
It depends purely upon man's mind .
The description of a man is to make mistakes
And then suffer for it
One man also serves relatively better
Than others to win the race
But the journey is on and he loses soon
And then reconstruct all things concerned.

The Potter

The Potter

Now I'm thinking of a potter
I don't know anything of whom
Except he is a potter-this is to me similar
To everyone lost in the arrows of time
I'm the potter who shoulder the life
Like him I've to pass the same with
no treasure, no money, no pain
life is truth or death or both?

Life is light and death is darkness
Death is the messenger of opposite place
Some fear, mysterious hope ,pleasure or sorrow
If this is the end so why chaos, jumps
Envy, hope or longings?

........

Everything is with me and I'm
With you for you are with me.
Pleasure is your touch tough
Must die after its age but the flash
Is for ever, forget the truth and come to dream
As you can escape from the truth
And dream, whole your life until death
Don't ask anything else and do
If you stop, cry don't cry again except
Your aim is in vain
Don't bind your eyes to keep on the
Same road to reality.
All these are truths from your stand
And don't change this for being the familiar.

........

Ultimate is not what we can think
Ultimate is that we can't think
Two things are there imaginable
and unimaginable but what is in the midst
of them? The maximum in life is death
and nothing is beyond it . so don't fear
anything you see. If you can overcome all things
smiling face all the time and finding
pleasure in sorrow-to take happiness
and pain in the same way is how
you can be always a happy man
all I've said is only theoretical
but actually you must turn all in excellence.

.........

I see, I hear , I eat , I drink
I do many things with some hope
And will to be something in the world .
Everybody does so as they are similar
To me. This is the rhyme of the world
And such will go on as long it will live?
All the persons are doing according to their
Wish all the time and nature do the same.
But there is so fuss, so thoughts , many things
The eternal things are universal feelings
The sweetest voice and the picture .
I'm happy to be a part of all these
And look to go on long to write.
The cause of such thoughts yet to know.

.........

If I can write what I think
Just to the point not more or less
If I can think that never thought
If I shape the paragon of my dream
If I ca see the darkness of my stressed will
If I can give my all for everyone without asking anything
If I can do a job just for its own shake
If I be the perfect from all respect
Then I'd be everything one can think or not
Although it is impossible as impossible
Try with your all capacity , is the motto
The success depends on realizing true sense of all
And going beyond all illusions.

Continue

Hidden Truth

Under my eyes where the world almost surrenders
Its expressions because in the breathe of nature:
There lays an implication to a cause underneath;
Which she doesn’t express easily for I discovered bubbles
Of water when I poured water in the tub which had a
Certain implication to my searching eyes; there is a science.
Behind it that's clear & it is the result of my activity.
What else can I do for a dead man except to cry?
For sometime put allegations to the god whose existence questionable!
Though from our limited standpoint; if death is called the
Best tragedy of life then life is worst tragedy as it leads to death.
Fuss have no rest except deteriorating it .I’m a man
Who reads, thinks, eats, dreams, and enjoy—what else can I do
The wheel of life is certain though the paths are uncertain
Everyone thinks alone but can’t talk. Escape of minds
Is few that’s why world is the story of few.



Continue

To continue something is the highest job of the world.
To start or finish anything is easy
As if you start then you have to finish.
For how much time you continue it matters.
If you only start the thing you then also
Finish it with its commencement.
It’s valuable to everything similarly
The thing that only matters is to
Actualize it with integrated turmoil.
Thus the ravishing effect can be created
That will reign uniformly-universally,
Unattained by any eye, famishing
Bodies don’t know to protect
They are to die & suffer as a result.




Imagination



We have concepts in the paintings of imagination
Which is the inborn trail of everyone.
It sharpens with practice but negligence
Makes it blunt; imagination is behind
Everything discovered or will discover,
As it is the first aid to our thought.
Neighbourhood & experience is the source of the
Thoughts-that always struck by dualities.
Thought of one is the independent art
That sometimes be the cause of great lose
They are the evidence of inexpressible input.
They are universal of thoroughly feet
They are the unnoticeable ruler of the universe.






My Duty

I’ve no right to ignore anyone as I’m worse than him.
I’ve no right to advice as I’m not right.
I’ve no right to be angry as I’m none depends on me.
I’ve no right to hate as I’m everybody is good.
I’ve no right to harm as it will only cause harm to me.
I’ve no right to capacity to help as they are beyond the circle of help.
I’ve no right to teach as I don’t know everything.
I’ve no right to happy or satisfied as it is like the slay of breathe.
I’ve no right to think of me because my body doesn’t think of me.





You

Poets paint universal sensations in the hue of
Their feelings, thoughts and passions to quench
The thirst to sing the immortal ever new bliss
Of you who also stirs me to be myself as they did.
Your nature glances a new look every time.
I see you with embellishments precious than gold;
Your instantaneous outlook though stays faint
In memory page, is mysterious.
Why then I write poem on your beauty
To give its nectar to everyone although too little!
Is there anything which is not you or your beauty?
Then I earnestly want to splash that.
My question would be unanswered I know
But an inborn hope by nature makes me to love you more.

That day was better-2003

That day was better:
I learned to know you from the beginning
And you newly closed my eyes
To think again and prepare
To take a new responsibility
And many dreams came across in these eyes
You appeared like I expected
To accompany me to begin a journey
But to advanced to fulfill

You are so dirty - you have got one already.
So what is the importance of me?

..........

Think of years from now
And then beyond,
Think of the universe
And then beyond that,
Seems to be too much brainstorming
And uncertain;
I observed the moon and stars one night
Years back on my couch
I supposed to end this, but I must continue
And then in sorrow or pleasure
I passed those days
O no! A man of incredible passion
I'm the only person who knows
About himself what to do
I see nothing now
To give place a new;
A child has his right so I do
But too much difference in reality
We are just toward our past.

Tremendous joy is over there
After the death in heaven;
But how much joy makes one happy
And sometimes some real sorrow:
A flock of birds are flying in the sky
Are they really so happy-
Until being hungry and suffer?
And the long bliss of peace in mind
Being immortal in the contributions to the world.


.........

There are many stars in the sky
But the sun is the brightest to us.
Many stars have their glow
But we cannot see that.
There are peoples works dusted the whole creation?
To make a change-significant
The cries of the flowers going to die
Have anyone listened
A scorching sun makes it more sense.

A beautiful girl is coming towards me
But she offered her back,
Look at the sun and the question
Will no longer exist.
A falls of thoughts develop another meaning
And after thousands of years passed
I will remain in her cry.
No boundaries can protect me from being the same
In a close outlook- it is to be arranged.




......

Your beauty is whatever I see or think
You are there with me forever,
The symphony with your mind
Is a supernatural inspiration to me?
It catches me in some silent mood
Spiral, unclear in your presence
In the stars with an unreadable expression
Acne to my heart, your eyes and body
Although invisible to me in the limit
Of my existence-you are absolutely
An earthly thing preventing great mystery
My power is unable to reach you
As you are the best I've seen
And I am the worst of your kind.


Unseen Nature

In my eyes nature surrenders
its expressions but
there are causes behind
that she hides for I discover
science in its every breath.

What else can I do for humanity except to cry?
And utter dusty words to God in disbelief!
if death is the
best tragedy of life then life
is the worst tragedy leading to death.

EXPERIENCES-2003

EXPERIENCES

A faint brush in the memory lane
Crowded with experiences and spectacles,
In the chapters of mind that I see:
Again and again when I seek for it.
Can I never change them except?
Filling them with certain imputations of the mind?
They are mobile but random
With un perceivable expressions of motion;
They are controlling me above the margin of my feelings-
That would be gone on relentlessly:
In the midst of some hopes;
The perpetual cry of mind is associating,
But the unsurpassable cover of illusion
Always entangles us from realizing these.






THE FRATERNITY DISPOSAL

The fraternity disposal of the ensuing game:
Is still to be achieved above all barriers.
Smiling faces are not real for long,
Without being demolished.
Slowly but with sound you will enter me...
Black between the white, the contest;
Learn from imagination and not ending yet-
Whatever true!

The fraternity disposal of the constructing support:
Is still to be achieved evading the facts of means.
No matter whether you are or not-
Life's a power game,
Where I am a looser but I can win still...
And I had ne'er be deprived from your glance!

The fraternity disposal of forthcoming
Achievement needs to be used
Paving the way to the ultimate
But the opposite is also true
To balance the game!
O it's along race-yet to finish

I do not know what is the end
Before it would rob my life.


BLANK PAGES

Blank pages with no expressions-
In it, yet ask me to change.
My life, in the shadow of fades light:
Is to be discovered before its end.
There is no match for myself & for you:
I've to err & err, to continue my journey
This may lead to my death still:
I will begin a new day clears & cold.
Everyone's my companion, me not:
Analyzing my view of life.
Reconstructing all the defaults set by God,
Yet to assign its value:
All thoughts are overlapping
Leading to an nary movement to cease myself..



MY PASSION

Minutely and silently come my passion
And sink into my heart forever from now
I gaze at your cold eyes like the moon
And search its unreadable tune.
I taste your profound perfume
Whenever you appear in my fortune.
Who are you is an unanswered question.
That always hoard me in my patient mood;
Sometimes though in busy hours
You exempt my feelings but you are inerasable
Like the ultimate behind every matter:
Blessings are gone but you
The tryst of our souls are finding place
That'd never be touched.


....

I never wanted to see you, for I do not know
The truth about you and your mind;
My place is on the trees love:
They gave there all before realizing me.
Your love only reigns in your mind
To lead the beginners to end
The shortcuts of you in the hue of selfishness,
May only be the story of fulfilling some days
May this appear only before, in spite result denies
The definition based on lasting not encircling.
The proposals of uncontrolled life;
In the errors predominating life
It's clear to be insane easily.

Is it the finish ? -2002

Is it the finish you see this be an error
But something is in that at least.
Am I destroyed it's corrupted
Everything's corrupted remembering
Everything being diffused
You are the one to develop the meaning
And to say the significance
Being thoroughly devastated
Something to re destructor and to re construct
And I am there and you will never find me
Everything is in the darkness
You see everything is there
And to accomplish a meaning as you prefer.


......

The beautiful spectacles in front of me
That are laughing or crying I do not know
But I watch them in my heart's glow:
They are extraordinary I think
But I have no word to thank them.

I am looking at foam and a vast wave
In an ocean -from stand too supreme
Human feelings to breathe the reason
There are many people in the world
But how much of them are good?

Always there is an aperture in mind
From where hopes would pass
Continuing the pace of lives.

........

I may think that my ancestors are stupid
And they created everything wrong
So why should I study them?
I have the power of my own to create
New things by different approach;
But why I am not doing it?
I have best thoughts but I have not the
Idea that off I cannot practice them
They are worthless as everyone.


.......

Where idiots grow under my eyes
And I never think of them
As they only born and die
They might find life in death.
Whatever maybe it is who cares
Everyone thinks show sympathy
And sleeps as they get tired
And then forget and pause.
Is this all?
Leaden eyes go vacant deep
Like the confusion:
I never die, as I do not think so
I am a mad as I think so
No one can errs as they are
Trusted to do so
Who thinks of the passers! Damn.

Everybody is dead for I shout
But nothing is finished
As no solution is gained
This is at all so powerless that
Minds can never be expressed.
And this go on since
We do not change.

...........

The heaven doesn't conceal her beauty Evens to me in my limit-so why
Can I not paint her extraordinary beauty?
Or who forbids me from doing this
Or doing anything of supreme excellence!
So then give everything to defeat wrong motivations.

What is the truth-2002

What is the truth?

The sum appears in the east -- is it true?
The question arises from our spontaneous nature
I will not die if I do not know it at all.
So why am I ask and diverting my mind?
Then certainly I will die if forget to eat.
An impossible idea - different if opposite
If it were true-why I for get all the things?
The answer is you and you cannot think it
So why doesn't everyone suicide
As no gain in such then what is the value
Of their living-silence
I must not ask questions like
What, how, when, why for a waste
Presuming that a lot of time may be saved!


..........
Then I was coming back home
By cycle that is going out of care,
Thinking that the day will so soon
Be closed - so as I wanted to feel
Nature's expressions, I felt a pleasant
Passing away of air- that is still fresh
For the time I forgot all that I knew
To be impersonal to feel you
You may try to lay darkness
But I know you are always with me
With the touch of your affection
Your child refreshes once again.
As a belief, I love you and you love me
And your clothes were nodding
I saw your face and longing eyes for me
As there I pause for a little
I could not read your mind.
I suppose you are angry to see my
Crowed fall cracking turmoil
As there was many to see you.
For me it was a moment
To see you guess
They were responsible for such one.


Nothing

I have to say you many things from my heart
But I am unable to speak or write.
My heart is stopping and soon I will die.
But this is for you still as my life is with me.
Can you hear me my passion as my power
Of speaking is no more as a dead leaf.
But still my love for you is as valuable
As anyone's life itself- so O! My dear
For once look at my eyes that are like a star
In your heavenly beauty, but it always see you.
Oh! My honey, touch my heart and please realize
For whom its beating-only for you
And that would pause after I leave.
Though I am dark and dull between your
Vast admirers for once try to feel the voice
Of my soul just telling how much I love you.
Although in its shape the beauty and smell
Of a rose is excellent and I say mine is similar.
But you would have felt my pulse!
Now the birds are chirping and the cloud
Of darkness is fading: O my love would you
Wait at me for a few moments for my heart
It is still beating and trying to love you.
My eyes cannot see you but my breath is still
Waiting for you; and do not be late please
Put your hands on my heart and look in my eyes.
(Some tears)



Beauty

Beauty is as best as it is worst:
For it changes a life
And puts a knife to it
Beauty is the symbol
Of pure and fresh touch
And is the sun of the world
As for the sun it always comes
With night-so is beauty.
It is the timeless power
Which combines a couple
And make quarrel two.
It is only the thing that charms
Always making it an ideal for all.
Beauty is life beauty is experience
Beauty is like the leaf of our life
Which like the paragon adds nutrients:
To our life-to make us think.
Like mirth is followed by tears
Beauty seizes us from us
That causes difficulty
Beauty brings sorrow with it:
It lasts for short time.
Our life depends on beauty
Which is all and I stop here.



Blossoms

O blossoms! How beautiful you are
As I am unable to trace that
It is impossible to count water
As you're streaming welcome,
No one deny you and your presence.
Your color and smell are as unmatchable they are
Are to compare others.
You give this world a wonderful look and beauty
Your existence tells the existence of peace
And friendship between us;
Your beauty takes a heart
To deep thinking of one's origin and reality;
You convey love to lovers
And prayer to god
Your variety in color and smell Make you one in everyone.

My poem-2002

My poem

I want to compose a poem
That will echo life and truth
And paint nature and heaven
And manifest the society
To shape those thoughts
Overflowing from my mind.
The sensation that I achieve
From smiling petals
To someone's demise
By heaven! I want to compile
Such a poem that would
Shelter a soul in its Sorrow or gain.
I will to confess my limitations
Just to overcome them
As those shaken feathers
Weave the stain.
I will find peace in it
And I cannot help it.
My knowledge and look
Is simple - but I think
Of them and imagine
Finding out their meaning.
I will put down my
See-taste-smell-hear
And feeling as you like.
And if there be no great
Effect I will not mind.
I just want to write
For that I have to write.
May there be limited thoughts
And mistakes too many
Or any ideas new of style
I say it would embody
God and the universe partly,
That would sparkle the world
And I will live twice in my poem
And in people's heart.



Struggle

The thoughts that struggle and struggle
In my mind to come through glaring
And smiling to bring anew world
In the smile of excellence;
The snow of the mountains
Are also in me to express
But they need the heat of the sun.
And it is how much left before morning?
Can I live to see it - as it is raining?
When it will stop for the sunlight to come!
Where are you - I am confused
And hopeless in the deep ocean
When will you come to save me?


Where

Where I sit and think
Where foolishness goes on the way
And self-centered ness prevails
Where I stay being failed
Where the truths lost in its way
Where money, business, and politics
Is the soul of living!
Where people forget the meaning
Of humanity and love
And become machine in nature
And animal in kind
Where injustice and dishonesty grow
With devastating bombs within
Is where I want to be a martyr?
.............


In this world creatures that are men
Who predominates the whole world?
As how that would be decided in the next age
Words flock in our thoughts
And experiences brings a new
A constant and conservative force
That rules the universe also in
The variations the difference among all of us
Are said to be irrational admitting the faulty of truths
Removing towards another desire
Of minds in various outlooks;
The beneath factor is also raising
A beast is found in the destroying humanity.

..............


A child is shouting in carefree mind
A cat is in search of food
The child says anything that comes
To his mind for once,
The weather is becoming yellowish.
As if the reflection is grey on the wall
A road has gone almost straight
Buildings on the both side of it are small
But dew has almost inclined them.
See from the window of one building
It is very hard to write in such light
The rain will come shortly
The slow and sometimes powerful storm
Is sweeping away all our pain.

Where are you my love?

2002

 

1.Where are you my love?

 

 

Whom do I trust or believe.... nobody!

Can I trust even me being a selfish?

And having an undecided mind.

If I cannot keep my words or proposals

To me how can I believe myself?

The me sense in this body has given

Hardly something actually accept-

Sorrow, horror, self-centred ness

Yet seems the opposite.

It has given me interest to ignore

The necessary things and truth

And strengthen irrational conflicts

In mind-and even I cannot know

Its reality as it's impossible to understand.

So I must tighten it up -

And try my best for actual.

 

 

 

2.What we do all the life?

 

 

What we do all the life?

We cry when we are Child

And quarrel over a mite

In the youth we enjoy

And expose ours

And lie in the light

And study after the night,

 

We never think what to do-

As I put this worst verse down

In my relief-not to be a poet

Whose life is a poem itself?

I do not know comparisons

Or the art of criticizing

Our life is a sun of sorrow

And a little joy in it rolls

Our day's forward

We work when our teen comes

And speak our kinds.

Our youth comes in the evening

Our body seems very weak.

And we are out of it some day.

And the eyes close in a second

The sun of our life sets.

Time forgets us after a day.

And our existence!

Is this the substance of our life?

But what we need to do?

We have to work in our dreams.

Do we laugh to the bar?

The question is to be answered.

 

 

 

3.I are

 

Not I am a boy

I am not a man yet

I cannot feel what I am.

But I believe I am a devotee of the humanity.

I am not the structure

That I am seen

Not even the mind behind me.

I am the soul, part of god.

Now I am a machine running

By the uncontrolled mind

That only loves its sake.

I am a field of thoughts

Interacting between the powers

Of the universe-I is a venture

Of mind and nature.

The truth is still unfold to me

What and where I am.

 

 

 

4.God and the storm

 

I am tired - I lie in the bed

And see the upper shed of future.

Although it has no ending

I see the birds smiling.

And singing home away alone

The sky is moving in the darkness

Where the clouds are busy

In hide and find with the moon and smoke

I see the blue horizon extended

That would never be seen by anyone

I am pleased too much yet crying

I am unable to hide myself.

All I have said seems to be

Right in a certain time affected

But unable to crunch a leaf distracted

 

 

 

5.Ugly

 

Why I am ugly in beautiful nature?

What is the curse of mine?

Why am I not a genius?

Although you have given birth so many?

Why I am not a rich

Why aren't I a handsome?

And the flowers are so sweet?

Why I live like soil

In this beautiful earth,

Why I do not know anything

Although has the God created me?

No answer.

Please tell me my Lord.

 

Your love and support

Your love and support

You offered love and support
even before I asked for it;
The sincerity of your appearance,
so nice to watch & laugh-
stole my heart
before I could realize

I never knew who you are,
but in my heart you'll stay
for ever as the highest peak.

I pray your success
to reach sky height,
and may God fulfill you with
everything that makes you happy.

Again I promise to share your
pain and success equally to me-
and thank you..

Unseen Nature

In my eyes nature surrenders
its expressions but
there are causes behind
that she hides for I discover
science in its every breath.

What else can I do for humanity except to cry?
And utter dusty words to God in disbelief!
if death is the
best tragedy of life then life
is the worst tragedy leading to death.

My Duty

My Duty

I can't ignore anyone as I'm worse.
I don't advise as I'm not right.
I never get angry as none depends on me.
I don't know to hate as everybody is good.
I don't harm to others as it causes opposite.
I don't help as all are beyond the circle of help.
I don't teach as I don't know everything.
Like slay of breathe happiness is to me.
And as my body doesn't think of me,
I only work for people.

Yesterday

Yesterday is like a wave in the shore,
comes only once & all over:
for our pleasure that comes from love
goes beyond limited hours
as a rocket flying away in darkness.
Time is useless in eye of its progress,
time is the doll of infinite and to us,
though we feel the opposite;
it's the assassin of work:
that keeps us far away from reality.
Time is the best friend of us
but the worst foe of ignorance.

Unseen Nature

In my eyes nature surrenders
its expressions but
there are causes behind
that she hides for I discover
science in its every breath.

What else can I do for humanity except to cry?
And utter dusty words to God in disbelief!
if death is the
best tragedy of life then life
is the worst tragedy leading to death.

I'm a man who reads, thinks,
eats, dreams, and enjoy-
what else can I do?
The wheel of life is certain
though the paths are uncertain:
Everyone thinks alone but can't talk.
Escape of minds is few-
that's why world is the story of few.

Continue

To continue is the hardest job in world.
To start or finish anything is easy
for you start ,you must finish.
If you start the thing only then you also
finish it with its commencement.
The thing only matters
is to incarnate it.
The effect of work lasts,
unattained by ill eye.
For ignorant people who are
famishing must suffer and die.

My Request

What about the beauty
you hide with your cloths
like the ocean hiding mystery in it.
you look at me with irresistible eyes
I desire to dip into the excellence of the
Serene creation of nature in you.
Am I too far apart that you won't give me
the pleasure of drinking the
nectar of you?
You are the Venus of this wandering ship
that wants to rest in you in lonely nights.
So clear the cloud between us
let me drown in your beauty;
struck by the thorns of roses
imbibe the sour in your skin
and feel your affection.

Have I expected much more than
you like to give me-
So please forgive me
as a child of your heart
take me there for ever.

Crunched Leaves

Crunched Leaves

Lying on tired bed alone
I see the glimpse of endless future.
I see the smiling birds
singing home away.
The sky is moving in the darkness-
the clouds are busy
in hide and seek with the moon and smoke.
I see the boundless blue horizon
that would never be seen by anyone else.
I am pleased too much yet crying
for I am unable to find myself
as crunched leaves.

Ugly

Am I an ugly in beautiful nature?
if so what wrong I did
I am not a genius
but You gave so many of them.
I am not a rich,
in this rich world.
The flowers are so sweet
yet they live on soil
I know little although I'm
a creation of God-
my Lord! tell me.

Preview of Future

Think of many years from now,
think of the universe, and then beyond,
it seems to be tough and vague;
I saw the moon and stars
long ago in a gloomy night-
I supposed to end this,
but I had to continue
and in sorrow or pleasure
I passed those days

Tremendous joy is over there
after the death and in heaven;
how much to makes one happy-
for sorrow makes us cry easily?

A flock of birds are flying in the sky
are they really so happy-
until get hungry and suffer?

Bliss of peace is the utmost joy
for us moving towards the past.

Let Me

The power of your trust
like the waves of sea
has filled the coast of my mind.
All my emotions have found
way to your heart.
My words stop to flow
expressing gratitude,
my body dies in you for love.
You are the mate of my thoughts
and the tenet of my dreams.
As I surrender to you,
no tempest could shake us.
So let me fulfill my intimate desires
and gift the best moment of my life.

Imagination

Our concepts are paintings of imagination,
an inborn quality of everyone.
It sharpens by practice but negligence
makes it dull;
imagination is behind every invention,
as it is the first aid to our thought.
Nature & experience are sources of
thoughts-which always struck by dualities.
It is the independent art
sometimes causing great lose
It evidences inexpressible inputs,
from the invisible ruler of universe.

Drawbacks

Drawbacks

Wrong is whatever you think or whatever you are:
Truth is only your presence that seems the highest thought.
Your power is nil relatively, as you can create nothing.
Your reality is to flash and to surrender to fear.
Worthless you are for your thoughts pervade in cloister.
Your compass is circled in thinking and forgetting.
Your aspiration only sinks you but not convey to immortality.
You are a slave of unknown until you finish your works-
What you think you are and that is the limit.
You smash behind everything known or thinkable in mind.
Work is you are, work is your thought;
Neighborhood of thought is your aperture
That loses you in boundless deep between dark and light:
Don't think as thought come if you can or don't work.

Our Story

Down the stairs we walk together
Like two birds gliding down,
And we speak those words as vapor
In my mind I feel of beginning:
A new journey with you;
But we diverge to our paths so soon.
Your voice is like the unhandled
Expression to me which touches in sorrow:
And I reflect what could be better than this?
Your presence is like the eternal bliss-
That vibrates on my ears in loneliness
I overcome with tears
We are like two parallel lines
Although in close proximity
Can only meet at infinity
By our infinite love.

When I Attempt to Write

When I attempt to write my water
Lines of greats occur to me
And if I write those
I'll be copying.
But how would I write?
As I'm illiterate and has no power
To write good English.
After reading me everyone
Will laugh at me
As I make so much faults.
But in my verse I want to give
Ideas that would emulate my words.
I want to write my loop holes,
About something beyond the world
And about the life and soul
That I discovered.

Selfish Mind

May I trust anyone-
or even me with a selfish
and undecided mind,
which fails to keep its words.
This body has given only
sorrow with little happiness
although it pretends the opposite.
It hates the truth but seeks the evil
and keeps me in darkness.
I must control it to know the truth.

True Story of Us

We never get what to do
nor understand the truth.
Life is a sun of sorrow
and little joy rolls its days.
We work after time passes by
and never speak our minds.
youth goes by like the evening
the body is covered by weakness
and bitter diseases.
The eyes close one day-sun sets.
We go to oblivion.

My True Nature

I live in a time which is timeless in nature.
It seems to be bounded by happiness or pain
or death or birth or success or failure.
All these are illusions of ignorant mind-
so transient and futile indeed;
I'm the soul-omnipotent and immortal,
and superior to intelligence, mind and body.
I'm the reason for all.
I never took my birth nor will I die;
The universe and all its expressions are me.
Like the gravitational field
I'm connected everywhere,
ever residing in God's heart
as his the dearest.

Drawbacks

Wrong is whatever you think or whatever you are:
Truth is only your presence that seems the highest thought.
Your power is nil relatively, as you can create nothing.
Your reality is to flash and to surrender to fear.
Worthless you are for your thoughts pervade in cloister.
Your compass is circled in thinking and forgetting.
Your aspiration only sinks you but not convey to immortality.
You are a slave of unknown until you finish your works-
What you think you are and that is the limit.
You smash behind everything known or thinkable in mind.
Work is you are, work is your thought;
Neighborhood of thought is your aperture
That loses you in boundless deep between dark and light:
Don't think as thought come if you can or don't work.

The sun is so bright

The sun is so bright that we can’t see 
The remotest stars are so gloom that we can’t watch
Ever are things are most being easy to be.
To be the worst is as hard to be the best
Similar to be shortest or highest for endless
The sun which rises in the east daily what is the difference?
Difference is in the eyes and its nature
But always there is some confusion though baseless
Not understandable complexes of mind
Is the main culprit behind everything we see.
Though it is obvious that’s end and over
A question makes a question and so on.
But the circumference can be drawn by axioms
However still we are hoary confusions are there
Our prosperity deeply affects whereon.

Your love and support

You offered love and support
even before I asked for it;
The sincerity of your appearance,
so nice to watch & laugh-
stole my heart
before I could realize

I never knew who you are,
but in my heart you’ll stay
for ever as the highest peak.
      
I pray your success
to reach sky height,
and may God fulfill you with      
everything that makes you happy.

Again I promise to share your
pain and success equally to me-
and thank you..

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