If someone says something about you
It's not the conclusion about your
Character
It's just their frustration
Because nothing has been said about them

My true friend is

Goodness

He accompanies me everywhere

Visibly, invisibly

Better to keep mouth shut
If the idea we have in our mind
Is based on our nature
Not on the demanding-situation

'I'
Is very selfish

Still
A charming personality

A great dilemma

Should I hate it

Or love it

The language of beauty
Is understood
Only by the soul

Does it make sense
To try to understand
The reason of leaves
Falling and falling
Here in March

Sit cosy
Under the tree
And let your senses eat
the heavenly peace

If I eat a loaf
Without sharing it
With my hungry neighbour

It's something else
That's not mentioned
In the book of human life

My conscience
Is my friend,
My teacher,
My spiritual peer,
And my parents
To whom I have to folle

Reading books is a healthy conversation
For all beings of all ages.....

It was literature;
It is literature;
It will be literature

That understands its responsebilities
To serve mankind and other creatures.

Beyond our capacity lies nothing;
It's so mesmerising for everyone.

I love you
As a mother does to her child.

It's so simple.

When
There's none
To guide me

I consult Experience
In presence of Loneliness

If you get something
At the cost of your goodness

You have got only dust in disguise.

If I'm fed up
With my life

I have no right to live it

If you can't write well
Paint some pictorial images

Beware of your own negativity
It's very sharp and has many edges

Sip sound sleep.
It's your freedom.
Don't squander
Each golden hour
With Online alone.
Sip sound sleep.
It's your freedom.
It's your pink health.
Don't curb it.
Don't curb it.
Don't make slave
To yourself,
To yourself.

It's the era of selfies.

                 It's the era of selfies

Conversation has collapsed.

                 Joys are under the rubble.

Time to toil and toil

                For rehabilitation.

The wise are waiting

               For the rescuers.

Boundaries
Can stop our footfalls

But our hope has wings

One drought of encouragement
Through self service
Is the best nourishment

It's inspiring
When a child
Sparks a smile
To the person
Who gives it
A chocolate

It's really difficult
But I'm trying my best
To seek his forgiveness
For she cannot breathe
When he is outside the wall
At just scolding
For his a wrong work
It's really difficult
To persuade him in this era
Where children are parents
And parents even not children

You cannot call a cucumber a rose;
But you can prove the point
That your fingers are roses.

I hope you understand what I mean.

It's a tragedy!

He said,

On being asked

For a paltry amount

For food,

"what have you done for me?

Don't demand money;

There's no rupees-trees

In my house."

It's a greater tragedy!

I'd educated him

By toiling harder,

Eating, wearing

Very meagre.

It's a much painful tragedy!

I love my relatives
Because I live among them.

Love all those
Who are attached to you

It's great wisdom.

It's the hope
That does not shake and fall
Though many storms strike thousands of things

I don't trust
These brown leaves,
Moving at my feet
To and fro;

Ahead, they're waiting for me,
The young leaves;

I mustn't take a pause
To my journey.

The person
Who has no passion
For anything he does

Will always be
On the losing side

Keep walking in the sun
The shade is hidden in it

Animals don't drag
Their tails;
They carry them
In their palms.

When the pains patter
On my head
I don't cry in public;
I patiently wait
For the happy moments.

What God gives us
Is never useless;
Everything is the seed
For everyone.

You
Could measure
One's happiness

By the life of one's smiles

If someone dies due to the lie
Don't shed your tears

Improve yourself

Being on a vacay
Of no-goodness this time
Life is not on earth
You're an alien

My presence
With my
Myself
Makes
Me feel
More secure

The child of his mind
Is different;
Sounds, small or big,
High or low,
Don't get its favour,
For they wage wars
Across the boundaries
And are delight
And fill their bellies
Of selfishness.
That morning,
He commanded me,
Go out quickly,
The persons are shouting.
The sick was too sick,
But for him
It was a sharp sound.
We hate them
Because they don't behove
Our nature,
Still they're
The perfect performances
Of wings and instruments,
Oh, his child is different.

At the last hug of February
There in the field
I saw March
Smiling
From
A
Leaf

We miss so much of our mother
That even a fast fleeting moment
Is the slowest for the heart

I don't pray for happiness;
I do for the demise of sorrows.

In childhood I heard people say
The world is too bad and its gathering

Today I hear the children say
The world is too beautiful and its tenants

After introspection and comparison
I heard my own voice say

The world is either beautiful or bad
Because of their interestingly done deeds

Failing
As a moral father
Man
Should feel shame and
Regret
At his great failure as a good
Father

It's stunning
If the fool
Takes his failure
As an inspiration
for himself
And becomes the same
For the wise

It's the smallest things
Which build up your future

Haven't you noticed
Today you're great
But we're too small earlier

I'm never broken
Nothing could break me

I'm a man
The most beautiful creature
And so the strongest
In heart as well as mind

During moments of depression
I sit under the tree and listen to the chirping and when I move away
I go like them

Stooped with injustice,
He walks with a hope, wobbling;
Fog stays for not long.

A kind word to him;
The old enjoys a sound sleep;
Obligation on.

Love isn't a gala
Or a much-waited weekend
To celebrate it with fanfare.

It's the merry movements
Of the zippy fish
And the flair-stitched footfalls
Of the sun and the moon
Who set out in all seasons.

Last night, she dispatched
A message on the screen :

Tomorrow we're going to Walia;
It's our first Valentine Day;
I love you.

Quickly, I retorted:

I'm different, so is my love
We'd, as asual, walk in the park
And sing our songs.

It's far better
To sit in the sun
To know the value
Of the shade
And how to bear it
When there's no moonlight

You aren't capable
Of changing
everyone's nature
But you are able
To inspire them
By making
Your own
Sweeter.