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 Jul 2018
Mohd Arshad
Geometrical calculation
Is a process to get a goal completed!
 Jul 2018
Umang
With you


Let me be with you
We can rewrite the stars
With each other side by side

Let me fall with you
We can climb up the mountains
With each other hand in hand

Let me walk with you
We can jump over the pitfalls
With each one step together

Let me dream with you
We can build our own world
With creative imaginations

Let me fly high with you
We can roll over the clouds
With wings of freedom in the sky...
 Jun 2018
Adolph Hamilton
Just a verse to tell you how missed by me you are.

Every time I walk the beach or wish upon a star.

I think about the good morning txs and wonder how you are.

I cant belive it still feels like this without so much as a kiss.

I often wonder how you feel, and if know how much your missed.

Time its said heals all ,I dont think it will this.

If this seems unfinished I suppose that would be right .

I sit and look at the stars and make my wish again tonight.
Never let the time go by and not say what you feel. Better to be thought a fool then to have lost something real .
Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE

Your bloods runs through me
Your breathe flows through me
You are the soul of my being

Like a bee buzzing on my flower
I am YOUR flower waiting for my YOU-bee

Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE

I often ask myself
Am I being myself?
And the answer is always NO
I am being YOU
What was me - is now YOU

With the innovative artistic stroke
YOU created my LOVE from your soul
My life-vessel is colored by YOU
On top of that you sprinkled your scent
Your Jasmine perfume fragrance my life
Your smile on my face glitters a sunshine

You groom me new & adorn me with YOU
As if I am your bride or groom on honeymoon
I desire your Jasmine flower scented nights

I saw in YOU honey dancing in the rain
Like a wet deer I long, withering in pain
In my heart - your blood pumps
In my veins - your spirit runs
In my pulse - your heart beats
In my dreams - I lean on YOU
For every moment, time and again
Making LOVE to YOU

If you ever see me without YOU
YOU will see me like a fish out of water

How is it fair if you rent your eyes to the Cosmic BLUE?
Who pays the rents - I do, with the LOVE of my heart
How is it fair when you stray in every moment of my life
Touching, talking, whispering, smiling, sleeping with me
Every moment of morning, afternoon, evening and night

When you rain on me, I forget myself and flow in YOU
Like red earth - my blood melts in your being

Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE

Your bloods runs through me
Your breathe flows through me
You are the soul of my being

Like a bee buzzing on my flower
I am YOUR flower waiting for my YOU-bee

Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE
 May 2018
Mohd Arshad
My book moon and water.. About love dream hope beauty inspiration happiness anger goodness etc published...
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 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Is a ritual for body.
The former is a life,
Worth preserving
For another life
That's always empty.
Bottle is me
That's filled
Again and again,
Still it needs to be filled.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
When man is indifferent in the crowd,
He is a bare tree and a slender sketch,
And you can expect nothing from him
To save your life from the sword or knife
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
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.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Often, it happens grass is not green,
But green is grass, and no objection.
My love is the tree that is too green.
Who'd tell her that the weather works
In its own rhythm, and the green has
To suffer, and sometimes it is ashen,
And looks to offer nothing, though
It's summer, and its branches are bare
For her.
I fain she'd be a bird to understand this.
It's not forgetfulness that I'm not same
As I'd been in those happy days in school.
It's a matter of family wishes, and parents
Couldn't be betrayed  for their love.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
It's a habit
To pretend to sneeze
Even though there's no dust,
flying at his face
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Have you met the snow, in ******?
Have you ever tried to pull its gown
Down? Anytime any effort to hail it
Without her shame and shyness?
It's a pursuit on the wall of a gallery.
When she's naked, she's nowhere
Around you. Her innocence is her
Beauty that attracts you, and you,
Like a fawn through the density,
Runs to hold it, to hug it, handcuff it
For yourself when summer frowns.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
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
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Becoming a poet is digging diamonds
Out of every field, and though it's hilly.
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