There are those ugly burdens of life and                                                                We are greatly overburdened with those                                                                Absurd,ugly,and sad pressures of life ...                                                                 We try to overcome those ugly pressures                                                              Of life ,but all in vain and hopelessly ....                                                                Unless we are standing on a hard ground,                                                            Then all we do is useless and absurd anytime ...                                                    Life pressures us to fight back its atrocities,but                                                     All comes uselessly and all in vain anytime ...                                                        ___________________­

Will we look back in sincere amazement,
Of how gullible we had been,
Or in sheer and unforgivable embarrassment,
That we did not truly, honestly, come out clean?

Now the earth has completed another revolution,
And with great outpouring of emotion,
And endless international propaganda,
We all wonder where the two hundred and nineteen are???

In a cloud of disbelief and great distrust,
Over three hundred were snatched in the dead of night,
Since, more speculations have characterised their plight,
And put this minority's government on a failed ******.

Stop.. the silence is deafening
Our words thunder clap our emotions
The world will listen to every syllable
that drops from our pen
For we are the poetic tool of the modern society

All these letters that I write
The length never long enough
The words never strong enough
And the word love
Never said enough
Can I be the sun and you be the moon?
Can I warm you with my radiance?
And you can cool me with your blue
Let's do that soon
Lets run away to dark side of your moon
So no one can find us
But of course
That only happen when the time is just right
I know we can never be together
For the distance between
Isn’t the only thing
I feel so near
Even when you are so far
But the feeling I have
Doesn’t change how we are
It makes me sad when I think of it
You leave me when I rise
And you come when I set
Am I losing my mind?
Can you tuck me in before I go to bed?
Can you wake me before its time
So I can love you for one more second
So we can live for one more rhyme
Im dying my love
When will be our time?

I sometimes feel like everyone and everything                                                           Are coming to a standstill anytime ...                                                                       Frozen words , robots , paintings , stones , rocks ,                                                     Grains of sand ,...........,.....,                                                                                             No human traces are seen clearly and                                                                         Everyone and everything have turned into                                                               Concrete shapes ...                                                                                                           Hard rocks speak out and                                                                                             Love itself has turned into merely words on certain walls ...                                      I am not in a dream ,                                                                                                   I am not in a horrible nightmare ,but                                                                      I am in a real world that                                                                                                   Has come into a clear standstill ...                                                                         _____________________

Our words might be bright or                                                                                 They might be rusty,but                                                                                               It depends ....                                                                                                                They might be flowers or fragrant roses                                                                      Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                                       Big-mouthed or small-mouthed ,but                                                                           It depends ...                                                                                                                  My late grandmother told me one day saying:"                                                         Your mouth utters good words and bad words ,but                                                      It's better to utter the good words only ."                                                                  Our words tell about our case                                                                                    If good or not ...                                                                                                             It's up to everyone to pick what he likes or                                                               She likes anytime ...