An outstanding generalised conclusion of science. Refraction and reflection of light.
Has been in consonance, with life as well.
Admiration, attachment and astonishment; Hallo of glittery, uncomfortable aura of likeness. Extreme of perfection, much agony to innovation.
A wonderful covering, draped around. Everything to boast on.
Head to heel, all seen: what one want to see,not what has been.
Soon,
day ends, so the mirage.
Thus ends the miracle.
From the moments of now,since we begun,
Know me.
when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie.
Talk to me.
When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me.
When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others,
Be with me,
When everyone raises their brows on my character and being;
When I have noone to trust, but many to question,
Have faith in me.
When I am old, not pretty anymore;
When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke,
When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so,
Hold me,
When I am done, and you live your own;
When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade,
Remember me
Deep to your heart,
Love me…
Back then; decision I made,
dire were circumstances;
Blurred were Indications.
Has been not this sociological concepts came into practice;
You might not have been gone.
The horrendous battle between, the two beloved.
Worse were to choose, worst to let one go.
Who was ashamed, whom one insulted,
A question, just; both disappointed.
Now, that i see you, happy and peaceful;
Maybe,
Worthy thou decided, worthy thee decision.
Of all those chaos,
I quest:
Who at win, who at loss.
Somewhere in hell…
“Rise!the demon of desires and flame”; “that destroys the human nature of purity.”
“Oh, thy mighty! Dost thou know, people are following, what you were killed for”;
“No longer, the God of heaven, will blame us.”
Lacked they kindness, long forbidden humanity!
“Ah! They have zeal for hatred”.
They are conspiring against each other, The one loved, is being hated to heart!
Basket of desires, all have on their head!
Hands:not begging, but snatching does.
We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…
When you grow old, you suddenly become wise.
What seemed important, all now naive.
You want to do many things, all at the same time,
Though patient, you are not patience,
Frequently you have, nightmares and and you have noone on your side.
For all of now you want to hold this time, now, right now and for now.
Life is amazing, isn’t it,
It has its own beats and drums.
Neither too straight, nor full of curves;
It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount.
The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground;
And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick.
We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us.
And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us,
But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is.
Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases.
Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit.
What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine.
Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense.
Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy.
Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,
Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!
I, wish to escape; this reality so harsh. Run into a world of peace and solace. Harmony, love blows with the wind. Not a shiver of fake and sin.
Fading miseries, this survival instinct.
Just for once; if I could.
Sit on the sideway bridge, that stands in the middle of town. Clear sky and a garden nearby. Swans and swarms; goats and geese. All around; what a world to choose!
There, my Prince; neatly robed. just as water: clean and pure. My heart races; with smile of his: fast, “millionth of time”. .
A house: that can be Home. Families, friends; all close. Sharing success, losses all. none alone, but all along.
A night, never seen: glittering so beautiful . A calm, breeze caressing my face. Long, comforting lullaby; far from the woods.
Ah! Such lively this life looks: safe, secure and full of hope. Such catching, to my heart, even in dream, I dare not elope.
Wait, what! Why this bustling sound I hear! It shall not be real, I begin to fear.
Oh! My heart! My mind! Begin to tremble . It’s day of eleven, seventh of week.
Something, I may, never escape.
Sometimes, what; I wish to escape.
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
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).
O great rain
You have magic,
You create life;
I have seen.
Move your wand,
All upon me,
Just like, you do;
On earth and tree.
Sweeping dust, smashing dirt;
Cleaning scrape, Cleaving shapes.
I want same,
Feel Renaissance,
Each part, every breath.
Long and tardy, mine outer look
Forgone and shaggy mine inner nook.
Please, cast your,
Unfathomable spell,
May be what it, “Aabra ka Dabra… “.
Disappear,
All my sin, if any, I have done.
Burdensome is guilt,
and whim,
Long stored,
mortifying esteem.
I want to forget,
All,
Look happy;
just like those, plants;
Flaunting new clothes,
How beautiful; how green;
Each fresh, every view.
How energetic, how new.
Each life, every alive.
O Great Rain…
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