Mother… The most beautiful prayer for me, Her love deeper than sea Her prayer for is higher Than the sky. I learn to live and grow I longed somewhere in Her lap to sleep again With her around my life is full of Rosy wonders It is so magical to think.
Diamonds…. No happiness The essence of living, Is truth, wisdom. Still searching, Time ceases to exist; Time stands still, The color of life A stand still, Not death But a search…
Her smile is a wonder . That kindles in each cell . And call her in every smile, Her eyes – the living beat Of the heart. Smile is all to her belong, Yet smile threw her into the fire.
Writing is a living power, Opens the way for joy. The proof of what it … means to pen down Why am I misunderstood. The journey needs Some space, For the soul, To smile.
Listening to the profound music of the Sea, Watching the tide; Destined to build my nest in dreams alone. The real world is cold and cruel How unfair it feels This was the prologue to my life How lucky O tide! Any shape you wish… You assume you acquire Unlike the human You are free […]
The starting point of human revolution Is it everything in nothing? Or Is it just vastness! Nothing? To select an ideal man to rule the nation Eternal, for death has no power, He will smile until our own elected Idiotically presses a button An atomic bomb drops Mushrooming into million deaths Inhaling of bitter smoke […]
The camera Grasps my emotions To preserve with love A splendid paradise of pleasure —– Passing through In moments.
Where is it? I can’t find Why? Is it sadness Is it waiting Why me? Success and sadness Cross roads Of no return Why me? Do I deserve No answer Why me?
Journey –to a destination, Waiting – a part of the journey. A dream to a destination, Waiting to fulfill, Oh! – a deserted plan! Where we meant to go Platform fills with people, Suddenly… It became empty\ Wondering what to do A conclusion No decision.
Life a demonstration, Of Dynamic efforts —- Or an Achieved success. Of Challenging battles, And meaningless without action. For miles to move… The span of life is short.
Moments passes, In phases… A hectic day, A lonely night, Night of a book Night of over hanging hopes, White feathers from a stork, Then fade into eternal morning[H1] . [H1]I need your assistance to add more from BTV Book, p 5
Individual rising in the morn. Opens a fresh page of life’s book. Records the happenings, Each day, unfolds a different story. For we are born only to depart. But it yet takes hopes, and strive to survive. But does man love! to wallow in the mud They melt in the burning heat of the sun.
I want to roam like wind Free the world I dream To evaporate With the sea’s water Free in these moments Is … My dream My world My mind Will I be free My anguished heart is bleeding dry Does anyone care to know The reason why My feelings are going off the track Will […]
A war that isn’t mine Sometimes too weak to fight this war Sometimes too strong to ever let go Solution… Too cold, too hard Caught in a web, struggling to escape… What do I believe? I wish… It never happen Where lies the solution Yet to find.
As my eyes steadily flick the clipping of an album. Countless achievements, came throughout the years She is like a jigsaw piece So she Search. And search some more everyday So many years have passed But she can’t forget the struggle Oh! those days. Hoping for better things Here she is again. The same old […]