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Ravi May 2014
you
When you say, I do-
I do it firmly
When you see, I create vision-
and snap
When you say hi, I echo-
back to you
When you laugh, I become splash-
slow and low
When you close eyes, I create night-
for you to sleep
When you  pray, I wish God-
hear only you
When you becomes me, I becomes you-
you and only you.
I Love You !
  May 2014 Ravi
PrttyBrd
the warmth of your hands
as they hold my heart
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messages are a treasure when you speak in poetry
Ravi Apr 2014
we are cursed with soft heart and mind which is weak.
If I was God I must did some tweak.
I could put all politicians beneath the ****.
Create a big tomb,
Pour them in it as honey from honeycomb,
If not,I will do it alone, its my dream.

World is full of people who are rich but fool.
They have enough money to fill big pool.
They don't care for us, do not worry,
Money will exhaust very soon.

we are surrounded by scavengers,
Its my land, my nature-this is the real danger
We are dropped here as a prey.
These people are like leopard and will definitely play.
When I see horn-bill fly long to sit on a tree.
Why not there is so many trees, sometime I forced to feel.
They create laws and rules to bind freedom of the freed.
Water can ever be sold ,oh, I can't believe,
I am human, suffocating, I can't breath ,
After a year, I will die , I can't live.
people who are pure hearted , do not have money.
people who have money, are not pure hearted.
when nature honoured you with some qualities at the same time it retrieve some of your other qualities- this is the strategy of God by which he sustain balance in nature. because of this law there is difference between POLITICIANS and POETS.
Ravi Mar 2014
one day i will merge,
one day all laws will vanishes,
one day not i but the whole
universe will rotate inside me,
one day i will leave the web of love
without any force.

that day i will stand without a leg,
without earth even without a body in front of you,
that day i will regain my pure eternity.
that day i will become "I".
please allow me ...

i want to know you before my ugly birth and after my beautiful death.
Neither i want heaven nor that Father in the heaven.
i want you even in hell...
"I" is God.
"i" is me.

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