The unspoken hurt holds heavy
On my tired timid tongue

Birth is not a bane.
It's a prayer,
A cherished dream,
Then a choice,
A gift,
And gift isn't despised,
This has been our schooling.
The buffalo is a lovely member
In our houses,
And its cute baby
Is welcomed wholeheartedly.
Oh this animal is so white.
The ***** boy
must have been  that one,
And even the fisherman,
And Khan, another *****,
Rues to born
To having gone through
The trauma of being black.

With a bag in the mind,
For many yards I walked
On the pavement,
On the hill,
In the meadows,
Through the malls
And bazaars.
No idea was there,
Stumbling on the leaves,
Flying over the daffodils,
Swallowing on water,
Running across the stream,
Stacked with others in the basket,
And well decorated in the glass.
I came back,
And put down the that, empty.
Appetite took me to the kitchen.
Eggs filled my belly.
Oh, it was there,
With bruised leg,
Mewing behind the vase.
I placed it into the bag
And dropped it on the page.

It's a habit
To pretend to sneeze
Even though there's no dust,
flying at his face

But I, as a fledgling fancies of flying,
With no pinion, longed for snow.
It's April when the wind goes out
For outings in a moment, and walls
Of the world change their hue soon.
It's gloom for every soul for a while,
Then coolness. Yet my heart wanted more, and I prayed for flakes, oh futility.
On a page of chemistry book
Walk for thousands of miles,
And for ages. You wouldn't
Stumble upon any river anywhere,
Even a tiny land, and a little dust.

In the sea, swims the lonely leaf,
Though it knows nothing road,
It holds on to hope to move on,
And strongly believes in brotherhood

Whenever you talk to a stupid person,
Speak less as he will learn much from
You, but waste that to prove  your words were only nonsense.

If someone hates you,
Remember,
There is some love
Because of which he hates you,
And you have to find out that.

At the window,
Behind the branches,
The sun bloomed,
And I called my daughter
To see the biggest pumpkin.
She ran outside,
And left me wondering
How soon nature assumes many shapes!

hm. somehow i missed you,
anxiety. i feel
more myself, this is
familiarity in a
nutshell, i know the
buzz
in my chest cavity
better than i know
myself,
it seems.
i guess i'm not the epitome
of health, these days
late nights
droughts and self-doubt all
seem to take out
the part of me that used
to dream. or think. or
do anything at all
really.
i guess that's okay,
i guess
between loneliness
and fear there's
an alleyway, home,
a place you don't go
until you're there,
realizing more
and more
how easy it is to stay
and how hard it is to care.

It was like her hair captured the sunlight and created a whole new color.  It was the color called "Beauty."  My chest got heavy and I almost forgot to breathe.  If the soul is colorless her smile in the sun gave color to mine.  Until the one day she smiled at me..  I saw an aura of colors that could create a universe.

Selling poetry
is stopping the flow of waterfall,
Though you fail, you enjoy its music