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Anurag May 7
Life is a play,
Which goes on every day.

Where we laugh until we cry,
And cry until we laugh.
Where we Love until we break,
And break until we Love.
Where we learn until we brag,
And brag until we learn.
Where we fall until we fly,
And fly until we fall.

Life in brief,
This is all.
Anurag Apr 29
Let us raise a voice for Men,
Why don't we fight for them?
He sacrifices for his woman,
But, nobody comforts a crying man,
Or holds his shattered heart again.

His calls are ignored after 10 p.m.
Be it any crime against women,
He is the one you condemn.
His life is often like a fen, (flooded land)
Filled with dead marsh wren. (kind of bird)

Most women don't marry a man,
But, the money of a rich businessman.
Still, He sings like a winter wren.
Rubs wet eyes of his beloved woman,
Though tears from his cold eyes fall amain.

He throws his dreams in abandonment,
And fakes his smile and contentment.
When his beloved asks, "Why to marry a man?"
While only a few women
Inquire,' How to love them?'

Forgive my mistakes, as my thoughts unpen.
Dear audience,
While fighting for women,
Didn't we forget about;
The Men?
Tried to write a Manist poem.
Anurag Apr 28
You are,
A bright sunshine with a little hurricane,
A beauty without any brain,( just for gigs)
You house ideas that are insane.
But, You are
The person I share my worries, woes and pain.
The salt in a dish so plain.
I never measured this bond
Based on loss or gain.
We are more than a priceless diamond,
Or a happy rain.
Unlike them,
We will never drain.
A letter to my Bff, Here, I'm a plain dish.
Anurag Apr 28
You are important, they might say.
You are beloved, they want you to stay.
They will comfort you and play.
They will stay with you all day.

But, this goes on only until you pay,
Until those green papers in your wallet lay,
Without them, No matter how much Love you spray.
It's a bitter truth, but, everyone will betray.

So, How much your importance weigh?
Times when people wished you Good day,
Good morning, Good night and Happy Birthday.
They just loved your money every day.
The bitter truth of this sweet Life.
Most of them around you love your money, Not you so beware!
Stay safe, Stay home, Read, Write and Love.
Anurag Apr 24
Having a good golden dream,
I woke up to my mom's scream.
From a big lavish palace, I came
Down to my miser place.
Looked around, zig-zag.
The riches turning into rag(old),
Listening to my mom's nag.
I reminded myself
Even dreams come with a pricetag.
When you know you can only dream about a certain thing, not get it, cause obviously Dreams have a price tag.
Anurag Apr 19
You can Love her,
But, cannot have control.
You can hug her,
But she isn't yours.

You can talk with her,
For the whole day.
But when night occurs,
She will sleep away.

I don't know what to tell her,
I don't know what to say.
I'm not everything for her.
I know this anyway.
When you proceed in Love, we can always find that time has brought in more truth into it...And the day you understand you are not everything for your partner. Well, will be a hard day I bet.
Anurag Apr 18
Her skin tone is dark,
So she gets no good marks.
She walks on the road or goes to the park,
She fears people passing grave remarks.

Why darkness is not beauty?
Why do people tell her to be fair and lovely?
Can only fair be lovely?
And dark is ugly?
Your skin is not important, Your shape and size also don't matter at all....Only only and only your thoughts and behaviour matter....Nothing else.
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