Scratch Means Nothing
Nothing Nothing Nothing
Or just The Blank,
Blank With no Idea
Of Doing Next.
But,
People like To start
From that Scratch.
Because,
Scratch has its Own Shape.
Shape With Customising Property
like, Shrink, Shear or stretch.
Diminish, Dissolve or Deattach.
Scratch has No size
No Limit Or constraints.
It has No beginning Or ends.
And Things get Best,
When they start from scratch.
So,
Get Yourself Set.
Let The World Get.
That,
We won't trace The Old Track.
will Bear the Break.
And ,
Will Start From Scratch.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
Familiar with the way to my village
I start my bike from my home
Sometime beg to go there
And many time escape without asking mum
Every turn, temple and tree
make me fly fear free.
Every plant, poster and pole
touches my senses, sprite, my soul.
As I approach my village
I feel pure, please and privilege.
But, the blur scenario of people's situation
is because of superstition and lack of education.
Every action of the people
denotes "what they think "
Every eye of the man
speaks they are addicted to drink.
Three things bring the battle
our history has the sign.
Same flows the blood here
Wealth, Women and Wine
These ***** unhygienic atmosphere
never suits to my prime.
Dad never lets me commit mistakes
As a mistake is a mistake once, next time its crime
I sense the air of my place
I sense the people of my kind.
kids playing on roads, ladies cooking on the courtyard,
I sense the mud, I am bind.
I love visiting my village
To feel me, my origin, my exist.
Something connects me to there
Maybe the blood in me, that persist.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
She is like flowers
Or flowers are like her ?.
Curved lips of her
Or the rose petals.
Waving hair beneath her ear
Or the butterfly trying to settle.
Shining eyes of her
Or the waterdrop that scatters.
Sparking Earings
Or Sun's fragment that glitters.
She is like flowers
Or Flowers are like her ?.
My dreams break
As the Sun rises up from ground
I Meet to her
Or her thoughts, that surround.
Are they morning birds
Or her anklet that sounds
Has the spring arrived
Or she is somewhere around.
She is like flowers
Or flowers are like her?
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Right left, left or Right
I toss myself every night
Trying to fire my thoughts
and bury my mind
But the less I lose you more I find.
Pressing with pillow
My face and Ears.
So, sound of nothing
I would hear.
Or
Covering my eyes
With the palm.
So, as to make my
Unconscious curiosity calm.
I shrink myself
Folding my legs.
Afraid of something
That my dream makes.
A Dream Like
Someone chasing me
Armed with a sword.
And I am screaming helpless
Praying to the Lord.
Or like
A **** a jolt
On my happy heart.
Or something separating
you and me Apart.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Her unbind hair.
Which she never cares of,
When rounds or roll over her face
makes her more beautiful and elegant.
She never cares for her hair
And let them fly,
without folding and clipping.
The kid in her
has never grown up.
She still plays
like a girl of 5 or 7.
When she laughs and smiles,
Her eyes gets enlarge and attractive
N her cheek takes '(' ')' shape with
her pink lips in between.
She gets ill very soon
which then seems on her innocent face
And makes her even
more beautiful
Makeup fades her
natural beauty,
And even with ordinary dress
she looks like a queen.
She dances occasionally
that too on ''Justin Bieber's song''
unlike other girls she never prefer
to dance on an item song.
I have heard
''She never proud of what she is''
and lives as simple as she can.
Her attitude and behaviour
promotes her intelligence.
As per I think,
Her face is her Dad's part,
Height too repeats her Dad.
She is getting young.
She is getting beautiful.
And attracting the eyes of many.
''MAY GOD SAVE HER FROM THOSE BAD EYES''
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC