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

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

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. ..

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 ;

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.

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.

side by side ,
for years then life along with same dream
and does'nt know what life
is meant to b.only
your rough hands and bare foot
cannot .No my son! no
only if you remember the bliss
take me out from here.
i won"t hate your wife
and not love your asset
i only want a place
where price is abandoned
hope is lifted and supplification is made.
i won't ask you for a penny
and not for a piece of cloth.
but for your loving memory...

with love,
a mother who is lost

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

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 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

i was gone for a while,
to the deep memories i have never to
but the valleys i stood
were like the dreamcatchers
in the undo past.
i kept weeping,
silently...
a touch is all that i want now.
blood from my heart flows
to the deeper of my eyes
lost love, family,myself
was all that i need
long after after you read it,
come and find me,
just to give the unknown touch...

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

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...

life does'nt require an eraser
to erase mistakes

but
a highlighter to reread them everyday.

it is a the only ray
that you will find
when the mist of sadness
keep in touch with you

my country lies
with sad and smiles with nothing
people on slums and
people in hell.
where is our culture?
WHERE IS OUR MOTHER?
just tear wipe them out and
teary water is all that
they drink.
and nothing for them to eat.
they don't have economics to count.
only ages and relations...
my  life and my world
are only few words with missing letters...

born when i was
and when i die,it does the same
reflects my unique style
and often stay close when
people just turn it away

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."

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

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.

for my own land
filled with spices
endebted with sea
holding a great pillar of history
and a state full of love

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""

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.

live the life by thinking that
you'll die tommorrow
it will make your selfish dreams die
and make your life enjoy

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

love is a sharing
which a heart feels
that i 've got the
best lucky in world

never say that no one loves you
because there is a mere soul
that insists life upon you
and the love in you

at every night you go to bed,
i see you thinking of tommorrow.
at every day you said me that you love me,
i thought of yesterday
this is the winding path that holds
you and me with dreams and memories

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

well practically,this site is full of me.
some might consider it selfish.
but its just that I had more to tell myself of me than anything else.
technically speaking,I and me are very confused people
trying to figure out who each other is.......

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

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

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

life is a race ,
where no one matters
who reach first.

it is the only place
where you knows
that you too have a choice..