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.