Anxiety in our mind stops us to take proper decisions

The evening dust is flying, flying to die
The day is on the cusp of its breath in the sky
The year is sinking in shadows tonight
It will never rise٫ it's dying tonight
The bubbles of dreams and hope are no more
The waves have washed them from the shore
We are left with the only abiding images
To look at them in their hollow cages
I see I see the glow in the steamy sky
The light of the new day passes by
It's the light of the New Year that gleams
It has arrived they are its beams
Let us dream let us smile O my dear
The buds of hope will blow let us cheer
The sea of joys will flow everyone will drink
The ship will sail smoothly it won't sink

Brilliant minds
                Don't ignore their mistakes

But rather
        they correct them to move ahead

In the present scenario،
            Only Sunday time
                      Is the finest thread


To sew unstitched relations

Reading is a long walk in the garden of kashmir when it is full of blossoms!

Reading is polishing a rusted mind.

Reading is an adventurous journey.

Reading is a memorable confab because all words speak to me.

Going into a mind is like entering a holy place and reading scriptures there.

What are thy lips

Choclate
Choclate

He can change

A stone

Into a gem

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I'm so blank!
Still, do you love me?

The sun is sharp in the sky
Leaves are talking as slowly
As if they are shy of
Making their love in the open
And butterflies are trying
To listen to their feelings
I'm waiting for her
I think i can't better place than this
To put the rose on her palm
And lock her lips with mine

Make a wall but keep a hole in it
If I cry my brother can hear me

See
The land
Of the poet's heart


Roses،
Roses،
Roses،
Roses

Everywhere

You
Are
My
Poem

Give me permision to read you

Your eyes
                  Are deep valleys

And

I am drowned in them

Butterfly is a
Colourful canvas where poem
Finds its perfect sketch

You and me
Two rails of a railway track


So close
Still apart forever

I have a fresh rose
                   in my hands
                                Still I smell only you

You            so
                and            close
                 me             ever
                are              still
                two             always
               parts           separate
                 of
               the
              railway
               track

Who is there?
Oh, it's Winter on the pyre!
Who are groaning?
Oh, Frost, Fog and Snow
Are on the galloping gallows!
He would bounce back I know,
But I don't care about Phoenix.
Everyone is glad for the golden days.
Let us go out to sip this beauty!
Don't you see the day is delicious!
See! See! See!
Earth is wearing gleaming-grass;
Daffodils are unfolding
Their golden-yellow cheeks;
Bluebells and daisies are dancing in joys.
Hear! Hear! Hear!
Swallows are fluting their rhymes;
And cuckoos are playing their sweet tunes.
Now I pine for taking
Purple hyacinths from those
Whose hearts are pricked
By my thorny words.
Let us dole out
Snowdrops, lilies and poppies to everyone;
And to you I will give tulips.

Let us cheer
Like the cheering cherry blossoms!

I have a fresh rose in my pockets,
But I still smell you, my darling!

The key to heaven,
And escape from snake desires;
On lips goodbye falls!

Unknown,
Invisible,
Doubtful,

Yet my hope,

What a saint!

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been defeated
It was just the flip of a coin
That didn't turn your way

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been put to shame
It was just a dark cloud
That loomed over your head

Don't feel depressed
For you are the waves
That can upsize such defeats
In a single moment

Don't feel depressed
For you are behind the fog today
But will shine tomorrow
Even in the desert of darkness

In every leaf that
Falls, agony lies hidden;
We dont hear, we watch.

On the road the son
Weeps on his father's silence;

The beggar left bones;
Puppies circled him to grab;
The sweeper swept them.

On the cheeks of fog
Our shattered dreams visualise;
The sun restores them.

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Poetry
Is the axis

On which society moves

On her golden hair
A snow butterfly slides down;
My fingers stops it.

In arms of the clouds
The moon sleeps with eyes open;
Some glowworms twinkle.

Without poetry,

Society is an autumn tree

Without sorrows


Who would care of our tears?

The year
               In which
                               We lived together

Sharing
              our joys
                             and sorrows

Passed silently
                           Leaving us
                                               With its a new
Companion
                     Which we call
                                               THE NEW YEAR

Snowflakes

Fall
       At my window


I kiss
         My
              Beloveds

Oh, statue watches;
Time only runs on the road;
A single rose falls

My eagle


Soared

But

Came down the ground

At sunset

Invisible pins fly
                           Among balloons


None deflates
                           but screeches

I hear tears
             Cry
Like and old leaf
              On the ground

They are snow
          And they live and die in silence

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I stand alone
When the gloom of dilemma suffocates me

I'm not heading in the wrong direction
As it has been my passion
And I'm going to my cherished destination

But I stand alone
When I need a hand to cover the distance

What tomorrow unfolds will be in my palms
Still I stand alone
Still I stand alone

Behind the almirah,
I saw Anxiety,
Trembling and gleaming
Like the eyes of the rat
That cowers and pants.

I dared to speak to it,

And it like a traumatised patient
Only stared at me

And I, a little child,
Got scared.

It was horrible!

All persons were rejoicing in dance
While the Geeta was sobbing in the room

The dullness of life
Lies in not enhancing knowledge......

Like dews resting
                   On petals

Like snow
                  Holding fingers of leaves

Thy memories were shining

Your true capacity is to discover the truth

Failure is not death

It's Renaissance for a new wonder