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Poverty makes you cry
Poverty makes you numb,
Hand without hands.
A living zombie without death,
A contagious disease without any sign of recovery.
Nobody dies of heartbreak, but does lacking:
Hope : things can go well.
Trust: there may be a future.
Help: to survive another day.
Cactus has thorns, as it’s difficult to survive desert,
It’s heat and temperature may kill him unnoticed.
Situation defines, decides,describes destination,
No option to refuse or deny,
coronation of Crown,
Waiting pain, unlimited maime,
Everything meaningless, poverty makes you cry.
A night passing by
Sitting, by the window;
I can see:
Things and places, moving backwards.
There is calmness: of chaos and worry.
Fighting a duet, to win and end,for once, for all.
Few lights are off, few shining more,
In this sound night, what a mystery they behold.
Turned off lights; how nice, peace, and a good night sleep.
Turned on lights; how lively, vibrant and willingness; work more hard.
There are trees who have tale to tell,
Millions of journey who lived and passed by.
Ahead is a temple, closed but decorated,
Might be the God tired, reviving,
After hearing a tonnes of prayer, listed,unlisted.
Night,
A beauty in darkness, many of us holds.
Looking from the window, I whisper my favourite song,
Such is beautiful, this passing night.
I lived and loved,
Nature being natural,
A wide clean sky, with no clouds roaring.
A clear view, my eyes can catch,
Night
A reflection of “what”, “how” and “when”
“Why”,”where” and “who will”;
Questionnaires and answers yet to find, a short, but long,
Dare I not loose this opportunity, shall I not hold it tightly, a night so precious. not may happening at ahead, Who Knows Time
Choice
Being at the edge, disturbs the most.
At the end point of nothing, but what means everything.
All at stake;
Just one stroke.
Rise or fall, succeed or perish.
Only you know,
Criticality of saying “yes” or “no”.
Loud heartbeat, shaking nerves,
Now,
You don’t,
You can’t
Hold a choice.
Coffee
Life is like,
a cup of coffee, you can choose,
Whether it’s bitter or sweet.
If by impression,you put more it tastes bitter,
If sweet, you can add sugar.
Cup is yours, taste shall be yours.
Place it where you love the most.
Not to one whom thee love.
What if the cup breaks,
It will spill, not your work but self.
So much effort to make it worth.
So dear one,
Enjoy the coffee, with reflection of self,
Sip it slowly, with self conscience,
It’s not just coffee, but you yourself.
We should not change our preference to impress others. otherwise it only hurts us, just like coffee; if we like sweet coffee but just to impress someone we start having strong one, it only bitter our taste.
How we put our life matters a lot, just like holding that cup of coffee, what if after making it so cautiously we handover to someone else, and whether purposefully or by mistake, it drops, every hardwork in it goes in waste, not only the coffee( cause- love)spills but also the cup ( ourselves).
A day in factory life
Darky, dusty, gloomy chimneys;
Outside painted, inside bleached.
Human agony; tainted brain.
Space congested, polluted drain.
Suffocate, succumb, yet survive.
Need becomes;
Bosses command.
Bonded are few, others can’t refuse;
Starved stomach, as demands.
Forget miseries; “what about life? “
Here one live, not alive.
Here one subsist, not exist.
May, I Get A Bigger Hit!
Yes,
I adorn clothes their;
torn and worn.
I fill my stomach, leftover;
bitter and wetter.
I have messy hair,cheesy attire;
Dirt hooked up; crime booked up.
Now here;then there. Searching identity;
everywhere.
Sometimes beaten, sometimes chased.
Running away, where to stay?
Sky is my shelter, bare ground my bed.
When you cry, I mourn;
when you laugh, I sigh!
Watching you, observing you; I grew up. Saving self, working help; I grew up.
Dare I choose; If ever I could; Complain, compare.
“This justice, unconditional, worth, not to share”.
Yes, I am; nowhere near. Being like you, not in my list. I am in hurry; I am hungry. With a wish;
” May, I get a Bigger Hit! “
Tell me not
Tell me not, you are tired;
Consistent perseverance is lost, and persistency has torn you down.
Your agony of making great, has turned into settling lest.
Tell me not, you have learnt; play symphony of excuses and nay;
Dare you, forget your dreams, care you live with shame;
Unfinished task, existence crisis; not fighting back, but singing “why this? “
Raise your head with proud and hout,
Candle yourself with fire of desire;
Wait not, if noone helps, worry not, if noone works,
Tell me only, when you are done, singing song with musical rhythm;
Of success, of quest, of this, of that;
But giving up, Don’t tell me that.
Thy Love
“Love is from both sides”
What a pain, deep in brain. not in heart, as it’s not mine.
Once you end, your talking of her, There begins my mind to work. Sketching of her by your word by word.
Is she pretty or she is witty;What a beauty whom you admire.
What her attire, by looking, set you on fire.
What an idol of feminine, she has got, That made you dumb, and fall in love.
Would her eyes be Like a light, standing glittery in the gloomy night.
Whats her lip looking like, the one made your eyes, away from mine.
Oh! What a heart thee( the girl) might have, that Broke mine, to have thy.
I want to meet but not to see her. Its too heavy for unpleasant pleasure.
However thee( the girl) look, whatever thee cook. The truth is this, you are his, and he is yours, Even though ex, he still hung on you.
Yeah sure, I want to say bye and goodbye to thy love; for I can’t handle this love triangle.
What,How,Who You are
SOMETIMES
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