Nothing accompanies you
Nothing accompanies you when you die
Ground only may provide space to lye
You will be tied with ropes for final journey
You have to think and turn the small key
You will not be judged by your fortune
There may be billions or to any tune
You are going alone and empty handed
Body has remained and souls is traded
You were powerful and whole world fascinated
You were kind and generous enough for people not to be alienated
You did enough of justice and lived up to the promises
You knew it may come one day as new surprise
Nothing more and nothing less will be your size
You will squeeze and more area may not be obliged
You will be laid to rest with all ordinary souls underneath
That is precisely your place not neat and clean after death
You may be fortunate enough
If procession is not marred by rough weather
It may be dazzling all the way
Or shiny with sun himself directing the way
The wealthy man’s remains may be marked
With all the way rose petals and when parked
It will be praised with wordy showers
This all will be seen as noble answers
It may look customary for the departed soul
Still it is shown as mark of respect without any foul
The futility of human life is seen at that particular moment
Every one is besieged with grief and re main silent without any comment
What is real size or status of person?
No one gets it at that particular time with correct reasons
It is understood that everything is remained behind
Even though there remains only few feet space to find
The moment you are back at normal routine
You are again at same level and feel fine
Nothing stops you from going on same lines
Even though you were pushed back with some side lines
Some of the incidences may look sad and disturb
It may reopen your wounds when unintentionally rubbed
It gives some sort of unsafe sense for on going life
It will have to move on despite the fear of sharp knife
So it is hardened reality of the life that compels you to act
You may not be in position to offer anything despite the facts
There is no use also for offering any kind of reaction
As it will be construed as nothing but simple dissatisfaction
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A bad dream
I hastily stepped out from bed to ponder over
It was bad dream and I started to find cover
It made me restless and compelled to wonder
I rubbed the eyes and regained composure however
It happens many times when you are seized with work
So many times you may trying to avoid or shirt
It does not relieve you from burden and chain of thoughts invade
The memory is fast recycling and not easily fades
It is human mind that works as super computer
It adjusts very fast and compels the situation to alter
It argues in favor and against in protective manner
It keeps hope alive and does not make chance thinner
Dreams are in fact a safe refuge or heaven
We are the king and also beautiful queen
The whole set up revolves around and make us proud
Your voice is heard clear and loud
It is replica of sound and healthy mind
We have enough space to find
We can have level field to play
It keeps you linked and do not push away
It is said that when person is gripped by fear
He may not be in position to think or shed tears
He will have no place to put his views
The dreams may provide him enough time to review
It is by product of active human psychology
Mind does not rest even if raised in bogey
It strikes back to find the reasonable solution
It will not rest until finds out with strong resolution
I think over endlessly over the state of mind
It some times cry and try to act very kind
If something wrong is done unintentionally
It will try to satisfy logic by reasons finally
It is right application at right moment
It does not disturb the normal movement
The ups and down may force to think
But the stable mind may not allow to sink
The unstable mind sometimes pushed person to brink
He may loose the power to balance and properly to think
It is progressive thoughts that come to the rescue
This is considered as positive step and may be had by only few
So the dreams are healthy sign of mental order
It takes active part and always ready at border
The slight palpitation may push it to strong action
It will be sound and positive reaction
It is always good to sleep without any tension
The mind may be occupied with lots of questions
Still it is wroth try to be worry free
It is nice idea for all of us to agree
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We near to God
This is how we near to God
Pray and memorize as His words
Not in helplessness but as embodiment
The heart feels the pulse as right moment
What in turn we get is so precious
All ideas in purest form without being vicious
You try the feeling of being pious
The life goes on and remains continuous
Prayers are meant to provide relief
It has been remained our general belief
It may be bore out of some frustration
Yet it transforms the person with good indication
You develop kind feeling when find at holy place
A place to find refuge without to be in mad race
Complete peace with no rushing of any evil intent
These are the feelings you receive as heavenly sent
It is real reflection of mind
You feel very generous and kind
As the heavenly spirit is just entering
Your whole concentration is centering
It is worth try to feel in vicinity
As He is not near by but in infinity
You still worship him in good mood
That is your life and it serves as tonic or food
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Ripples and cold waves
It sent ripples and cold waves in body
You entered in my life as special one and somebody
I thought offering myself at your little initiative
It was nothing but real feeling and very much indicative
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Why and what can be reason for such feeling?
I never tried to know and was not also willing?
I have remained unmoved with whatever may be reasons
He was kind, unique and above all very reasonable person
As teenager I have had some unsecured feelings
All problems start, create fear and send us reeling
It may be called infatuation or only body attraction
But certainly it is sometimes a one sided action
Complete world seems to be at our feet
Sky becomes illuminated when we personally meet
The stars and its twinkling and has different message
We are lost in magical environment with young age
All murky promises to be given to please
Tight embrace with no intension to release
Hand in hand with honest swearing to stay together
Not to be deterred by any problems and face it altogether
Such is dreamy land where two lovers meet!
The ground is unreal and firmly not placed are the feet
What else one can think in the absence no experience?
It is only illusory world which has existed for convenience
Even pigeons take enough care not to be noticed
Select the place where no one can be enticed
It is secluded place and no noise would be heard
Where two souls meet with no fear of being pushed
I noticed that I am being loved so much
I had not developed feeling yet as such
Though I had dreamed of such an occasion
Still it was ruled out of question
When he touched me with gratitude
I was away from me with different attitude
I was loosing the sense for not any cause
It was felt differently otherwise because…..
May be almighty wanted every human being to feel same way
It was best and long waited romantic moment to keep you away
To take you in different world where only two breathed and felt
The glorious moments mesmerized by fragrance to be smelt
I may not be the only one to be swayed by such magic spell
It continued to hunt my mind though it spoke of nice and very well
I may be the easy medium to have fallen in this lovely domain
Though it is difficult to sail through and concern still remain
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To be called beggar
It is curse on earth to be called beggar
It hurts a person as if inserted with the dragger
Who can like such remarks when had plenty?
He is spending life now as beggar with fallen grace from almighty
The cycle changes in everybody's life
Sometimes from the treachery of wife
Sometimes cheated by own relatives
When person remains choosey and subjective
See the lines on the face of beggar
He may look at you with agony and fear
Expecting no big amount but small coin
Collect few and come back to family to join
Not all beggars may have family of their own
Some of them may be earning more and popularly know
Yet majority of them suffer under trauma
As life has cheated them by playing drama
I hesitated for a moment to dropp coin in his hand
He was helpless but had bright eyes and looked as friend
I saw some compulsion in his eyes and felt bad
The same situation can come in our life too and make sad
Even if you want to donate or give with willingness
Give it with pleasure and happiness of face
Never make it known that it is just a gesture
God has given you plenty and act is noble and pure
Let us wish such days not come in anybody's life
It is treacherous and disgraceful to feel edge of knife
Person dies at every moment and finds no answer
Summer, hot sun and rain make their life miserable with showers
Some of the people even act as beggars
They may hold fortune under safe custody and fear
They may find no proper sleep and suffer restless nights
He is beggar by virtue and another is penniless in the street
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No Thing
Stare through fabric to the wall,
Loosing gaze into the centre of red rose weeping,
Why does it feel as I am sleeping?
Nothing’s so real these days.
I walk within the shadow of myself,
Dance in duel reality,
Black, White, Wrong, Right,
All ghost concepts in this new world of mine.
No time nor space to swim,
Truly No Thing.
With this I could be happy
Though no happiness I’d feel,
Just one moment for a lifetime,
Eternal turn upon the wheel.
Of life all death is ending,
Of death all life begun,
All souls are worth befriending,
All souls into the sun.
We find ourselves at a loss to speak,
Confronted with the world of true experience,
Dimensions folding into one.
Eye sight paralysed,
See into the seer ,
Sing into the sun.
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Scholarly Wish
To learn more in life is scholarly wish
It may remain there till you perish
What will be more important is its proper use
What if one uses as only tool for misuse?
It is stubbornness of mind
That may lead you to find
The treasure of life and its message
Till you reach at the dead end of an age
Life can be considered as sea deep
Very sour taste and unpleasant to keep
Yet it vastness may always appeal
It is magnificent and in fact real
We may not in whole of life fully learn
Who knows at what moment it may turn?
Against or in favor to shower the fortune
You may swing in favor or out of tune
You may claim to be scholar
But it may be very slender
What you know may of little use
Not enough to convince and defuse
Nobody has understood life so far
It is like far off object twinkling like star
It may provide no light
Only we may boost and consider it right
Know little bit and try to consume
What can be real message and journey to resume?
No one may be able to predict direction in time
We may be diverted on the way many times
Think precisely in what can be true?
As no one may be assertively take you through
It will be journey fully controlled by an individual
Whether he leads simple life or that of dual person
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All so beautiful
The eyes were closed at the time of demise
she was laid on the ground with broken promise
Now there won't be any sunrise
The departure came all of sudden with full of surprise
A the beauty lies with man's eyes
The question doesn't rise with any Why
The wife is always beautiful in life
Only you have to walk on the edge of knife
All eyes are sobbing at the time of demise
he has broken the the promises
she is leaving behind all the friends
as the scene was taken over by tragic end
She will have no more sunrise
the death has taken over her by surprise
the wife played beautiful role in life
though it proved to be an edge of knife
her eyes were so beautiful and attractive
she her self was very active
she proved to be a true to self
she was as deep as sea shelf
The is beautify is lying underneath the mind
you must have deep sens to find
it is woman who is always kind
her positive role is always declined
she was never hostile
and made the life worthwhile
she remained cool and quiet
and did not attempt the course to set
in married life the Love is to be keenly watched
you have enough time for Legs to be stretched
all sort of mistakes but still not to be caught
Wisdom to prevail and company to be sought
I thought she was intelligent and beautiful
she took care not to be seen as unwise and deceitful
It was her earnest attempt to remain faithful
dedicated to all and simply truthful
If you are wise enough to notice
then it may appeal and sound so nice
there is no room for any quarrel
the bond seemed to be perfect and real
Though the real life is full of hurdles and stormy
it may create many foes and enemy
you will be forced to sail in rough sea
no one may be there to listen to your plea
All passed before eyes as trailer
we all seemed like ordinary travelers
it is seen as temporary refuge
no one can deny the truth or refuse
Still the past remains as memorable phase
it wont be possible immediately to erase
whole life may be spent for goal to chase
the efforts may consolidate the base
when times comes for relaxation
you are gripped with tension
you face the ill health with less mobility
there is sharp fall in good quality
Both the partners try to be honest
serve the family to the best
the end may sadden the whole atmosphere
one tends to shale with disbelief and fear
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Death As An Inevibility
I am poet of words and actions
People cry over words with kind reactions
It is nice way of entering and touching heart
Human aspect and laudable visible art
Many hearts have cried so far
For their separation and losing stars
I was the one to came to their rescue
Shared grief and provided relief that was due
Many have fallen in love with my creative work
That might have fascinated them to look forward
I had sincere wish to make them happy
A wish gifted in soul by almighty
I was not at all concerned about death or afraid
But today I am helpless and laid
In the bed for the want of departure
Last heaven bound journey for sure
Doctors have confided in me
Soul may soon be heavenly bound and free
I have lost strong nerve and tended to suffer
Only close friends come and make little offer
The thought of living this world makes me weary
It causes concern and adds lots of worry
How bad and isolated I feel?
It may be creator's final wish and will
I look back and bring memory from store
What I was and sincerely looking for?
Nothing has come true so far in life
It was hell lot difference and edge as sharp as knife
I wish my end to be peaceful
In entire life I was successful
I might have come across many noble souls
I wish them peaceful life with happy calls
'You will stay comfortable with my prayers'
I received hand written letter from reader
I was moved with contents and thanked
She was all the way supporter as claim staked
What a way to feel about invisible friend!
So much deep love and regard at the time of an end
Now I am not afraid about closing an eye
I regained confidence and felt shy
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Let buried get rest here
Let buried lie in here and get rest,
No suitable place to remain as guest,
End of peaceful life after long quest,
Eternal peace granted after earnest request,
We feel so bad at laying of wreath,
Soaking voices and cry with deep breath,
Experienced once after natural death,
We always prayed God for rest under oath,
Need no flowers, prayers and distress call,
Procession with candle lights when fear fall,
Roses bed underneath and protected by wall,
Delighted at step coming to a halt sudden,
Never have we found it disturbance or burden,
Trees bow more with fruits laden,
Joy with emotions as last journey golden,
We hear from distance a procession mute,
All faces look sullen even though very cute,
It is Almighty’s call so silently execute,
Last leg of journey even claim you refute
From beginning to end found no home,
Some buried in ground some stayed at dome,
Final destination in nature’s refuge,
Whether thin body or size huge,
Whole life struggled for a mental peace,
Never had a chance but always miss,
We have home here and buried with grace,
“Rest in peace” is granted at proper place,
Let people come and not disturb,
In prayer no memory and wound rub.
We have no past buried with us,
But happy as we are even with missed bus,
You may all come and find place,
It is no hut, mansion or palace,
Think of goodness with no mad race
Final journey with slow and steady pace
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City crowd
We are absolutely unaware of city crowd
So much is spoken about progress and feel proud
It has been felt very comfortable at all the luxury
No one wants to look at city slums and misery
It is mad race to reach at working spot
Everybody is reserved for certain slot
In railway coach also you have space
You are rushing with so many worries on face
Life schedule is very tight
Everybody wants to be perfectly right
There is no room for slight error
Even no time to check the face in mirror
Life has become very fast
No one knows when life will end at last
Whether it will be on the road with accident
Or in the mortuary as unclaimed incidence
It is pure mechanism where human values find no place
You will be lost in crowd without any trace
No one has time to look at and offer kind words
Simple mathematic to earn and just move forward
Not an inch is spared for ground worms
So many times it has been forewarned
Yet we encroach and push others behind
We have only aim for the right place to find
Life is constantly on move and stagnated
The relations are strained alienated
No one has time to review the action
Life is just undone within fraction
We are skeptical about any thing
Life has lost its charm and got no meaning
It may go on endlessly till some solution is found
Life comes in sense and on alert with all the time around
Everything is on sale except sentiments
There is hectic activity and unstoppable movement
No one is in position to waste single second
This is the life and to be lived with same trend
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An Idea Of Heaven
The idea of heaven has always fascinated me
Even though everybody on this earth has thoughts for free
This occurs to us only when some has departed from our home
We wish their soul to rest in peace and get welcome
Even if person has done nothing good on this earth
We wish his/her soul should find place in heaven after death
Only good words are said on the back of departed soul
It is customary and traditional wishes to give such calls
It has baffled me over the fate of soul after departure
The religious books mention of only two places for sure
Heaven and hell are destined in everybody’s fate
Death is certain for all and may come soon or late
I, as child, had cried over mother’s death in accident
It was shock and almost broke me with sad moment
I was unable to come out from shock and thought over
Where and what she may be doing there?
I can’t think much about another world
It sends me shiver in spine and cold
I can’t imagine some one’s departure from fold
Only few can bear the loss and face as bold
As child, I used to dream about that beautiful place
All people may be residing at one place in peace
They might have their place and enjoying
Yet it sent me some times in tears with crying
Of late it has been made clear and we have concluded
Our own performance on earth is absolutely included
Not only for the self satisfaction but journey abroad
Else one may definitely die with remorse and heavy load
We may be compelled some of the bad acts
But the basic things doesn’t alter with facts
Life as such has been taken as temporary phase
Our quest for material gain is considered as mad chase
In short, we have the vision to assure our place
We may know in advance where we will be in that case
We also can reassure happiness on face
As everything is fulfilled happily in limited space
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A kind blessings
Life was smiling all the time with kind blessings
Nothing is left behind to be remembered as missing
Life seems totally fulfilled with no memory to lapse
What can be dreamed of other than this or anything else?
It is not that I have not come across failures
Lady luck was always smiling and everything was for sure
I had to struggle very hard to live with changing world
I continue to remain within sphere and in fold
So much to remember and nothing to forget
Nothing to leave to uncertainty and goal to set
That is how life had rewarded for days to come
I miss all past days and wish them to come back for welcome
I fear those sweet memory may deceive me again
That was hunting me and remained concern main
I must do something before they are erased
I must synchronize the events before being chased
I have missed so much and that has to remembered now
I do not know when that can be done and how
The best way is to write them down on plane paper and compile
That may last long and purpose can be served for a while
I am in doubt whether I will be able to give justice
How such things can be put in words to look nice?
Each feeling has got different lines to be shown
They should not be misrepresented and disproportionately blown
The rainbow represents all colors to speak about nature
All deep and light colors highlight ups and down of future
Sometimes blessed with happiness and sometimes sadness
Yet as symbolic way of putting facts they speak of oneness
How many might have perished under loads of heavy odd
They might have just tolerated it without much to add
They may be less fortunate enough to have different tale
They might have be consummated by timely cycle of whale
I do feel about the real tragedy and its consequences
I might have come across many of such instances
Some may find hardly any mention with lots of fear
Lot many deaths might have gripped us to be lost as dear and near
I may still try to memorize and give the justice
I must live to expectations and to the promises
I know by gone will never be remembered
I am now on work for those ideas to be centered
I will offer peace with white color
Sadness and pain can go little darker
Happiness and joy can be with olive green
All my past life than can be seen as evergreen
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Lost and forgotten
Why are we so helpless and fear death?
It scares me even with idea of laying wreath?
What sort of sad scene to send tears down!
Person may be altogether lost and forgotten
God decided to introduce it as final resort
He did not think of any steps for person to deport
It was left to be decided by individual concern
Everybody was expected to come back or return
If it was left to person’s choice
Then he would never have preferred death or demise
He should have gone for all the remedies
Even would have created wall of children and ladies
God feared some thing of this nature may come up
The human being will not yield to any set up
Death could create permanent fear in the mind
So this was the easiest way of deterrence to find
Some day he may develop the sense of going closer
Pray for reprieve, donate generously and not act as miser
The wealth may create the sense of insecurity and force to seek
The blessings from the God before he may start falling sick
Not all the wealthy, influential or powerful men fear death
There is no discrimination mentioned in any of the faith
Names are given with different indication but meaning same
They will be shocked to find it when finally come
Those who surrender and wish to lead happy life
May matter less to them if caused by nature, sickness or edge of knife
This is only cycle that has been made for all
Even Prophets, Messiahs and even lord had to respond to the call
This is formidable weapon and most dangerous
It sways, stays and plays havoc continuous
No one can dare to take extreme steps in anticipation
Either it has full commitment or enough participation
Think for a moment the unruly scene in the absence of death
No one will be afraid of any consequences including wrath
The human will kill human and keep under domination
As he will have no fear of answering any question
The death of near one makes him to wonder little
For a moment he will be shocked and feel unsettled
This will make him feel the futility of life as such
He may get wind out of it and involve not much
The person can be purified with little admission
Guilty feeling may push him toward confusion
If can surrender or feel so towards the end
There may be enough of scope to feel sad and mend
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Enough of liberty
I have taken enough of liberty
Even though I was always blessed by almighty
I could trust little less and worry more
Life was proving difficult therefore
We always term life as precious
But do nothing to move in one direction continuous
Create doubts and leave the efforts in between
Such an apathy is not understood or seen
When you trust Him and surrender?
You have no other choice than to wonder
He is in every living or non living object
Taking whole responsibility for any for the acts
We are living on borrowed space
We have only identity as dark face
It is as blank as any other object
People may love it or simply reject
We have evil mind to wonder
Force us unnecessarily to think over and ponder
When it is known that life is like bubble?
Why life should be made mystery or puzzle?
If we take the body as simple medium or symbol
There should be no difficulty in scaling the wall
There will definitely be the solution on other side
You got to believe Him and positively decide
There is no let up from His side if you have honesty
Every step should be taken in anticipation and not as hasty
Even if result remains unknown for some reasons
You have every reason to feel elated as happy person
There is no count down or dead line
Carry on so long you feel o.k. and fine
No one on earth can help if you are running out of favor
But still take on it as lovely moment with honor
No one knows the exact reason for our continuity
It is useless to point out or term it as futility
Life has every message in it to read and follow
If tide is not in your favor the n prefer to lie low
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Enjoy More
I had lot more to enjoy than to loose
Between the devil and good I had to choose
It was going to be different universe in a long way
I was to catch child’s finger in fateful days
I was criminal in all the respects
Some people were fearful of my acts
I could sense the way they would prefer to react
Something was forcing them back in fact
I am earthy man with full of lovely feeling
The criminal past forbids me to stop further killings
I saw the changes when I declined to be blind
As at home wife had delivered beautiful child
“Is the world so beautiful to live in? ”
“Can there be more losses with gain”
I was puzzled to read in between lines
But fact remained there that I was feeling fine
She was for all smile when noticed some changes
I was changing fast with resolve to manage
No more hatred and wrong acts in coming days
I held her hand with promise in distinct way
How come one factor can change entire life?
I had performed all the acts with use of knife
Taken lots of lives for the self protection
Now I have decided to go in for corrective action
Lovely child reminds me of beautiful days ahead
I want the life to be completely different and lead
Let whole world gun for my life if they prefer
But I shall stand fast and may not like to suffer any more
The child has brought good fortune
May be at right time to change the tune?
Sing a song of total harmony with relative peace at heart
No one teaches anything but comes as surprise with good start
It may not be smooth transformation
But I am at rest with no more questions
Life can be led differently at any time
Little divine grace is needed sometimes
What kind of medicine can be useful for sound health?
Can worldly pleasures bring change with enough of wealth?
I find none but yes to some unforeseen development
It is altogether blessings in disguise with slight improvement
If there was to be best place for criminals in world
Nobody would have thought it for second and turn cold
At given point of time something struck to the mind
We may be different person with all changes to find
I want no more past history
I wish not to feel sad and carry
Let it remain buried for good
I have come to sense and lately understood
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False Pride
I claimed for every single achievement
Boosted a lot and felt it as memorable moment
Took false pride and acted as if I was whole and sole
Alas! I could understand the myth as whole
It is generally proclaimed that good deeds always help
Save from some kind of disasters and come to the rescue of self
Person remains unconcerned even if something turns out to be against
As self confidence and full contentment doesn't allow further twist
What are we trying to project before world?
Superiority complex or about the things so far untold
It is known since ages that men has always remained choosey
Not cared for anything but shown keen interest in money
Can we ever claim and assure the full proof of success?
If so then why some of the clues are left behind as traces
Guilty people are caught little later much to their annoyance
People are brought to the sense and reminded about truth at once
We are just a medium and excel with blessings
Some of us might lead the life of rich man or king
It is a fact and generally believed in good faith
Life is certainly taken as temporary phase to be ended with death
I feel little awkward when people try to prove contrary
It has no relevance in real life and totally unnecessary
Even if we have fortune in abundance at disposal
We act as miser and turn down any good proposal
It has different joy when we silently enjoy
Employ honest means and avoid any ploy
Think that you are fortunate enough to have it at your end
Look sympathetically; spend generously among poor, relatives and friends
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My kingdom
I shall say no to everything
Except one for simple reason being
That it keeps me in jovial mood
Dreams have remained always tonic or food
I might have suffered stress during the day time
I might have cursed life even sometimes
But the moment I am handed over to deep sleep
I have every reason to smile and need not weep
I wear jewels thudded crown
The empire is of my down
I rule the kingdom
Where there is all kind of freedom
Thousands of courtesans bow their head
I acknowledge their greetings as head
Everybody is ready to obey and oblige
I sink with joy and feel more than the size
Dream palace is nice place
Where you are never in race
You live along and act as per wishes
End is nice with very good finish
Best of the people are at your service
Beautiful ladies take care much to your surprise
You have everything at your disposal
With lots of people standing in queue for proposals
Here I have no threat to my existence
I spend time at ease and with consistence
There is no room for any kind of worry
You are troubled only when woken up with sorry
It is poor man's kingdom
Where no one wants to miss seldom
This is only place where you can easily relax
With no surcharge, no levy or any kind of tax
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Story
I love story.
Truly I do.
And always will.
Of the best of them
I shall not ever
Get my fill.
They are never read, told, shared or sung
In vain,
They create, live and give
An allegorical ardor to life and being
That in no other form
Can anyone find or explain.
Yet,
the fact remains,
for each persons story
'tis the same:
Wherever great fictional stories
Are shown or told,
New or old,
There is a moment of climax, fantasy,
Where the main character overcomes confrontation.
And from that moment on everything is good, o.k.,
Pure and perfect transformation.......
Real life is story too,
One big Story
Filled with every human's sub-story,
All just as real, and true.
With the full ability to be every bit as great,
Word for word,
As any fiction
Ever told and heard.
With one powerful and true exception:
In the story of our human reality
The conflict may lesson,
But never, here and now, does it ever cease.
In this life, no matter what else,
There just will not be
Perfect, never-ending beauty and peace.
It's a fantastic fable
That from a moment forward
Life can be happily ever after;
No such thing has God here promised.
Only upon Christ's return
Shall tears and pain completely give way
To joy, dancing, and laughter.
Death to evil's horrid beast,
Finally and fully finished
At the great and glorious wedding feast!
But, tis not yet so;
Tis futile to think
For anyone life is unfragile,
We are all so soon wind-swept,
Our time, place and position on earth
Is never ours to be savored and kept...
So the story goes on and on
To it's final chapter,
Where the great author alone
Writes in the wonderous finish:
'The Eternal Happily Ever After'.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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I Go Down
I go down with heavy heart
I have failed to propagate the art
Could not make its essence known in true spirit
Even though it was noble and in its limit
You can fool people for considerable period
They may have compulsions not to avoid
When here is no choice between good and devil
Got to accept whatever is before us or on anvil
I think many times of life’s futility and its importance
I think no one takes serious interest to know it at once
Nothing goes wrong even if life is not understood
We can live entire life for availing money and food
I have prayed several times sincerely
I could achieve nothing or put up show rarely
If I pursue with great zeal it may be taken as pomp and show
Where as it is the only way open for us to grow
Some of the acts require nothing in substance
It needs some kind gesture and tolerance hence
To loose the patience is gravest mistake
Many may present it as totally fake
You have done hard work through out the life
It has remained unpredictable and strife torn
What do we know from entire projection?
Nothing more is done to prevent its fall from action?
Many more souls might have departed this before
I deliberately sit and continuously think therefore
What for have I been sent here as perishable object?
How can I openly go against certain things and reject?
It is normal reaction from human being as live entity
On earth you are being considered as humanly with good quality
Leave it to others to decide what is good or bad
You have no right to profess or feel so sad
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Queen Of Compromise
It's no ordinary mind
That can read between the lines
And can say which way the fates are fating
When you're skating on thin ice
Crocodiles in paradise
Just below your feet they lie in waiting
You don't have to take my side
But these arms are open wide
There is something in your eyes still glowing
It's your husband, it's your wife
Your money, it's your life
It's that special kind of knowing
It happens all the time
I read your mind
Where dreams take second place
I'll invade your space
Your secrets will be mine
What's your sign?
There are way too many flies
On the queen of compromise
'Cos she'll never know the acts she's selling
She could try me out for size
'Cos there's something on the rise
And it might just help reduce the swelling
We won't need to publicise
I don't think that would be wise
So this something we must hide
So it can keep on growing
It's your husband, it's your wife
Your money, it's your life
It's that special kind of knowing
It happens all the time
I read your mind
Where dreams take second place
I'll invade your space
Your secrets will be mine
What's your sign?
It's so good to be alive
I can count from one to five
But I can't control the way things are going
It's your husband it's your wife
Your money, it's your life
It's that special kind of knowing
song performed by by Tears For Fears
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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