The greatest thing of c++
The comments you use won't come in execution.
So why wasting commenting your life.
Just focus on all small things.
Like a sentence can't be completed without a ;

A poet is the one who is not being recognised
but lately turns out himself powerful;
Atlast some may be successful and some may not.
But what they get is the same satisfaction when shared.

If words were too loud,
Then it wouldn't have silenced you forever.

FOR THE DEAD,
AND FOR THE ALIVE,
      YOU HAVE TO BE SILENT
       JUST TO HEAR YOUR OWN VOICE
       IN THIS BUSY DAY.

HEAVEN OF GOD IS ABOVE
AND THE LIFE OF MAN  IS AHEAD,
ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS,
"AIM THAT SKY AND WALK"

life does'nt require an eraser
to erase mistakes

but
a highlighter to reread them everyday.

a girl
a woman
a sister
a wife
a female
  are not the names of atoy to play,
it is a soul which has dreams of its own

man is mortal.
but a poet is immortal
he lives through the million words of his own.

love you a lot,
to see you smile i must stand away.
i want you to be mine,
but my wounds burns when i come to you,
i would sing my lost love for you ,
if you promise that you will stay.
days go as they are just to leave.
seasons spring and fall.
both of us looking each other
and both of us to love.
you made me what i am.
and i gave you the worst.
you were the hand of support
which never falls to trap.
i am scared,
whether that magic will fade from your red lips.
i cold not make it again.
as you always say,
"don't come to me when i die,
because my hand won"t be their to wipe your "TEARS""

when the melody flows through my ears,
i could still feel that it was singing for you.

AT THE AUTUMN OF MY HEART,
I AM SURE THAT YOU WON'T BE THE FALLEN ONE
IF IT BREAKS TOO YOU WILL BE ONE TO STAY.
SO HOLD IT TIGHT,
THAT I WILL NEVER LOSE YOU.

miss you
not because I want to
or I wish to
life is too short to have you mine
if I could I would prefer another life
just for you.
but
i am scared that
once you say that you don't know me,
will I survive??

All things are beauliful,some extra ordinary
and some magical.
but still you will have to leave that away
and walk alone

build it up up and the very high
to reach out every height,
and to grab the moon.
to share the light with just you and
to make sure that fireflies are not the only light

a poet could define better than encyclopedia
because they know to give millions of meanings to a word.

they are not just letters,
which compress the poet's ideas into a prose.
but a wine glass for a reader to dissolve.

you are a poet
because you could enjoy it
just like the bottle of wine you choosed eagerly

when you cry,
you have tears but nothing left.
the run all the way back to your heart
just to prove are still alone,

       if you were not alone,
       they would be wiped before reaching to heart.

a drinker who drinks the wine class,
without touching it.
but with a pen and sea of experiences to write...

life is a war in which noone can survive
by knowing that we will die one day,
we fight still to survive..

               selfishness of man to conquer continues...

a plant need n't be fed
but a man should ,
      
             is it why he **** the ones among him ???

every time you see life
you conclude that you are going to die...

I could say that our life is like a cloud
It tries to prevent tears,
By holding them aside.
At last it pours down
As it can't perist the gravitation
Of the power of memory. ..

Through the holes
That drove me aside
I kept weeping with the cigarette
To **** myself was easy to ****.
Because 'I ' is the only word I can **** myself and others are more than my life.

a bottle of wine
which no one can empty
as the old one is best the poem thrills the reader,
never dies until it taste forgets our memory

people believe it to be round,
some to be flat,some as sphere
it does'nt matter
than the life of people living at it...

trace your ink heart in a paper
you'll find it easy to read

to forgive is possible for all,
to forget is for selected



magic of life and god

the one with  handful of chalk and myseries
the one with love and mind as books..

love all like you
care all like your family.
these hymns will **** the enemies of evil...

words of life are too difficult to read
but,,,
the play of life is easy to act...

a small plant cannot have wide roots,
but a small child can have great dreams......


enjoy being a child

i was not with you
since from my birth
you just showed me a firefly
that went to my blue eyes.
i am an psychotic woman
who can't be myself for long.
i quit my soul ,my friend
its just to aware that
i am everywhere

i am not from any place
that shows my colour.
my colour reflects myself.
i am born in fire that you fear,
so you assume me as black.
but just remember that,
"god knows what you can,
so he gave you a colour
that makes a unique sign of uniqueness."

i could'nt say a word
but i wept a day along
all that i had was you and hope
for me to live again
i am in the valley of death.
if i know the pain of yours
i could have jumped.
i am giving my heart
to the owner of my life.
it is enough to make you cry.
weeping through the moonlight,
and thinking me.
sleep deep.
think deeper than you've guessed.
life is slow.
it is a "ONE WAY ROAD"
that you have to move alone.
i choose mine,
to drive my way back.

cry,cry
my little girl
from the depth of your heart
and the bottom of my soul.
to the tears tthat speak,
to every lie i told,
to every love of yours,
i thank.
now,THE FIREFLY RETURNS.