I have never known that I will be my tutor,
Since 2014 every respective day,
Is self-taught schooling in a way,
Day in and day out I discovered a lot.
Every year we mount up not realizing that we really are.
Though most of us look forth, some of us never fail to look back at our amour.

At a glance, Wordsworth saw ten thousand daffodils.
So did I, but my past.
Every day appeared different to me.

Have I been that one person?
Who cribbed and mourned with least reasons.
Knowing that God bestows me with joyful seasons,
I underestimated the power of self-taught lessons
As I considered them as unseen lesions.
Forgetting that they encompassed a few of my missions.

At a glance, Wordsworth saw ten thousand daffodils.
So did I, but my present.
Every heyday wasn't innovative to me


The year was good for me
But, I didn't allow anyone to see
As I have always thought of the secret behind being free
It would have taken a few minutes to glee
Where I kept waiting for my fling to cross the seven seas.
No wonder why didn't I seize, the best moments of gleaming breeze.

At a glance, Wordsworth saw ten thousand daffodils.
So did I, but my future.
Each day was a threat to me.

Though complaints and blames are two different terms,
They deserve a meaning of their own.
As I knew my students deserve the best lessons
I sowed good thoughts and positive vibes.
Like a preacher, I followed a few of my words.
But I didn't bother to carry to them in my world.

At a glance, Wordsworth saw ten thousand daffodils.
So did I, but roses, thorns, and petals.
Each and every day reminded me, who should I be.

There is a heaven and a hell in every one of us
We need to find out the best and worst sides of it
But most of never know how to figure out.
I could be one of them.
We have our answers for dos and don'ts
Have I not been the one?
Who mostly won
All my battles on my own.

I lived a life
A life with you.
I never knew
Every day will be so new.

I thank God.
As I am blessed.
I thank God
For I am being loved.

I knew one day
That you will die
Will die one day
But, Didn't expect it that day.

Your birth meant a lot
Yet
Your death is meaning a lot.
The truth behind pressure.

Some knew that you were my treasure
But,
Except one, none stood beside
When my heart experienced that torture.

I got to know I'm learning a lot.

You should have known the battles
The battles that were fought
Your presence was a visual essence
Your absence is an unexplained presence

I thought through birth
we learn a lot
While
I forgot to think
A death teaches a lot.

I can't tell you
How much I miss you
The day you see my pillow
You may know.

An omniscient voice said,
We are human beings,
Without any humanity.
Some are spoiling the purity of fertility
******* around not knowing whom to **** around
One speaks nonsense and expects the other to reply.
Each and every one has their wish and will,
Which shapes an individual
But some lovely bodies will do nothing
Instead, keep complaining
About the world being round
Assuming that the hidden truth was found.
Money, food, flesh are the three vitamins
All that one needs in life
Whereas one may just need a knife.
To **** that cliché
To show the life in a sachet.
Forgetting that we in a reverie
Of so-called living.
Ask yourself "Am I living or Surviving? "
The brain will suggest option A
While heart will be throbbing to say "SURVIVING".
The definition of the term ‘Privacy'
Is lost in networks ‘Secrecy'
Videotaping ones ‘Intimacy'
Has become our ‘Fantasy'
How can they be a wrong deed
When they satisfy our need.
Most of us convert money
From foreign to the native currency
Forgetting that we are
Literally converting needs to wants.
The dying proverb
"Money makes many things"
Has become the living truth
"Money is everything"
We all have forgotten to exchange goods.
Is it because the barter system is extinct now?
Where can one find love?
Is it in the self or in the other?

We are acknowledged as human beings.

The difference between need and change,
Reminded her about Derrida's defferance.

Being a human,
She is mostly in need of someone.
Or, sometimes seeking for a better one.

Though she owned everything,
She demanded something.
Although she knew to dance, draw and sing,
Her heart ached to possess a fling.

The undivided universe revolves around three elements,
Apart from the God-given five elements.
Cash, food and flesh.
She was always in a rush
Who forgot to blush on seeing her crush

Though love seems to be a priority,
Some of us don't have the time to stop and relish one's individuality.
But has all the liberty to judge other's sexuality,
And feel sorry about an unknown casualty.
Most of us have never hesitated to escape reality
Thus our face encourages duality.

Though the universe grasps the truth,
The concept of acceptance became an issue,
Maybe, that's why some great words were used as a tissue.
Trying not to get the point, but just get offended.
The confused woman heard, "accept, don't expect".
Thus she accepted the truth, "Money makes many things"
And she stopped expecting a change.

Like placing a Sitar
I placed you with care,
On my lap I dare,
On my lap, till I fell asleep.

My fingers ran over those dots
Came to know the plots
As I felt my cracky sneaks
Smiled on turning the leaves
On sensing your corners
Understood the creator's pain
The pain of adorning those leaves
Those leaves that have thorns and veins
You contained dots,
Dots, six popped out,
six punched in.
Heartfelt heavy for sure
On analysing the torture
The torture of oneself
Shed tears on knowing the revealed fact
The revealed story.

Slid within,
Felt the essence of love and life
I didn't want to harm
To harm by a pen
By a pen by underlining the passage.

Hats off to Louis Braille
A blind man
Felt the essence of a novel
Though those eyes were at rest
Though the world is black
Lived the moment of colours
By the warmth of which the eyes fell asleep.

Dated: 19.10.2014

From the moment of leaving mother's womb
We shed tears
The first cry/weep of a child
Is nevertheless mild
A mixture of scream so wild
Not knowing the first cry will be the last
As the world is so vast
And sometimes certain things either couldn't be
surpassed or could be stopped.

Though joy and pleasure
aren't hand in hand for sure
Both provide smile and laughter
But, joy renders smile and tear,
Pleasure may render
Regret and tear later.
Though sadness and displeasure
Aren't hand in hand for sure
Both lead to stillness and tears
But, sadness yield faint smile and tear
The excitement takes us aboard
Love showers reasonless smile
A reasonless smile and tears

Pinch of salt in certain food
Makes it so good
Whereas the salt in tears
Provides oximoron's reason either.

Dated: 10.8.2014

Running towards goal,
Is like tickling your soul,
No one literally knows your role
So
Don't be a fool
Better do your role.

Everyone has their own mask
And they never unmask
Until you pester and ask
Better go ahead
With your own task
Without wearing a mask.

There is always a stepping stone
So, don't stop to mourn
List of the succeeded people were known
So,
Don't forget
Your goal is what you own
Climb the stairs
To take your chair
Then you can share
All the dares.

Running towards goal
Is like tickling your soul
No one literally knows your role
So,
You should know to fetch your goal.

Dated: 24.7.2017