Hurl the mystic pages, wipe off the grit and covered dust.
Burn your inclinations with never-ending wanderlust.
The control over pounding, set your heart free.
Colour the sheet with sails of words in your life's sea.
Start new journey in the world of fascinating proem.
Cause poetry is beautiful prowess to turn each incident into peom.

The wounds from words & lies always leave the whole sphere offended,
When the cure becomes the disease then blessings are recommended,
Cause, even with million trials the scattered soul can never be mended.

The left voices kept bugging the tames, now the voices of courage is demanded,
The way of apologies are travelled, yet it's only acceptance is amended,
Cause, even with million trials the scattered soul can never be mended.

She told me that she has crush over him.....I disappointed her by telling I don't have trust over him.....

I touched the beautiful butterfly never-seen before...........And ended up in burning my own fingers by that uncontrollable spark.........

That lone star cried
When the galaxy turned the moon
Constellations sympathize,
But the star was unable to consoled
Globular clusters,
Just flittering the star's courage
And the open one,
Shielding it's scattered part
Never shown glimmer,
Showed to the whole universe
Even the broken comet,
Shed tears for that mourning star
Sprinkled cosmic dust,
Sobbing & smirking at same time
Lodestar glaring from far,
Confused willing to know that star's state
Meteor warning adamantly,
Not to gloom for the moon

Sometime a simple good-bye...,
Can make us terribly cry.
Feeling of worthless, hapless...,
Life is doing humorous wry.
I don't know what will happen...,
If today I die.
Forget my needs but not my deeds...,
All this happen with me,why.
Every time losted living within own storms...,
One cannt break what already broken...but try.
Living in dreams, but actually sailing nightmare...,
Give me not happiness but peace just not pry.
Hovering over virtual forgotten the real...,
If I state more accept my sry.

It's all about our own selfishness,
It's all about our own burning desires.

Nothing is in this world to faith over recklessness,
Nothing is in this world  to spark over furious fires.

Sparing the moment for sake of happiness,
Sparing the years for ignorance of peace that hires.

There are self made walls set up,
And no light in the darkness to lit up.
Just like some scattered trust,
Through out one should must.
How can one initiate the way?
When encrusted by hidden ray.
Have the courage to feel the serenity,
Glare over atleast once for stability.
Trust is not optional excuse, it's a liable key,
To celebrate with open arms and not on knee.
It's a palace that store memories and tales,
And if not defended, then only sorrow it spells.

Subtle grey shade turning into cotton white.
Cause observation is always greater than assumption.
Starless dusk is tuning into moonlit night.
Cause scrutiny is far better than self-made perception.

My silence and thunderstorms both are dedicated to that blur vision of twilight that came with desires of stars and moon but gifted the never ending darkness with regrets.

Somethings shape you in its absence......
And somethings destroy you in its presence.....
There lies a difference.......

Unspoken and undiscovered words are weapons that destroy one's own peace, it becomes the broaden cliff ended up in creating heartaching distance between the essence of two different mind & single life.

Verbose is not the demand to reduce the gap but silences are no longer beneficial, single word can deal with various motions of heart & soul.

Fragile bothered echoes could be avoided but muteness can ruin the soft fragnance of beforehandly blossomed faith in the petals of unconditionally born flowers.

It's the call of desires to state the obvious reasons for the clamour of heart's rush towards the end of havoc created within the first & last warmth of amplitude.

My metaphors moisten by the sprinkles of your venin. Instead of that, they spill ambrosia in your abode.
The numbness in my words are the loudest screams on the silver pages of your grimy and torn diary.
The flower of euphoria blossomed in your garden, piercing my skin with intense thorns & my heart screeches.


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Don't transform your hopes into expectations,
Cause hopes are water from clouds that will fertile the desert but expectations are water from eyes that will desertify the grassland.

Be that voice which can ignore the echoes of the mountain.
Be that flower which can defy it's own thorns of pain.
Be that desert which can resolute each thirst without rain.
It's life, it's fate, you have to carry rumours and strained abstrain.
You are the pillar, you are the wall that can bear each forced blain.
Be resolve, be resolute don't let you be trapped in detain.

The taste of the poetic wine, first make itself my crave, then dependency and now addiction.

To love from the depth
of heart, one needed to
remove hate from the
hearth of heart.


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She is burying herself
down in the ground,
instead she is getting
closer to the stars. She
isn't from the world
crawling on the ground
and even unlike the creatures
with wings in air. She
talks of the things
underground but loves
the cosmos above the
clouds' abode. She isn't
a devil soul, but, she is a
fairy trapped in
unfairly tale of life.
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Where will you go after leaving me....??
Wherever you will go...you will go in search of me....!!!

As the
nights have
always darkness
to spare, we all
too have good
memories to share.
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The body gloated over the dead of the soul & the ruptured heart screaming for never found contentment through the core of emotions encrusted by loaf of wits.

I have become that crippled castle which even after several strive unable to tread towards the shining doom and excepting whole heatedly heartache gloom.

Smile broad one...
Eyes blue again.......

I don't know how many hands are beholden by yours and how many had left.
But I'm sure about the grip of my fist which never gonna leave yours.

Even after having numerous stars,
There is a flitter of dreadful silence.
Veining the intense silver dragged bars,
Sun is no use for inner luminance.
Gripping the cinders of various scars,
Still longing for the glittering competence.

What should I write?
   my condition,
        my confusion,
              my contusion.
What should I hide?
    my tears,
        my failures,
             my deterioration.
What should I fake?
     my smiles,
         my laughs,
             my fines.
What should I celebrate?
    my never owned trust,
       my never happened success,
           my never lived life.
What should I called?
         my ignorant pals,
             my inattentive menage,
                  my inconsiderate folk.

I'll miss you and your absence will haunt me.....
You will be not there but your memories will surround me........
Your hugs will disappear but your words will comfort me........
The way you tell BEHAN will always remain with me.......
All these boomerangs will then provide goosebumps to me......
Our pictures, songs,talks and each shared laughs will always be around me......
Doesn't matter how far...you go...you will remain inseparable part of me........
Words cannot express my love for you....... After you your written notes in my copy express you with me..........

WOMAN
An epitome of beauty, wisdom, sacrifice and care,
She could climb the mountains and be your adhere.

Have ability to dive the ocean and cross the raven,
Unconditionally, the most waited gem that could be heaven.

The deepest sea of affection and the sensitive queen,
The only shoulder, probably, you can comfortably lean.

Can shelf the seas of emotions and darkness of pain,
Capable to shower peace and happiness' rain.

When it comes to right she never gravitate,
But, its equality for which she deeply agitate .

Some love, compassion, respect and welfare,
These are the most favourable ornaments, with her to share.

Catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life,
From a bird in the enormous sky to a perfect kitchen sharp knife.

She plays, at single time to depth, the various role,
The counter part, just unable to console.

From  a caring mother to a cautious, lovely sister,
From a steady companion to a lifelong & way-shower glister.

From, the worshipped Idol to the adorable tender feet,
Heart-full strength, mammoth reservoir of love, completely neat.

yet trapped in just one day for so-called empowerment,
The nerdiness of civilization is the base amusement.

Don't pay respect for just a mere entitled day,
Save this gesture in your nerve for everyday.