Poetry

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Of challenging battles
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For years now the night has
Embraced me
I put up no resistance
Perhaps because I like to hide
In its darkness…..
The density of the moisture of night
Compels my eyes to shut.
I am sleeping on the stranded strand
I am almost imbecile, but instead I am asleep.
The security here is excellent.
I am dreaming that when it is time to waken up
It will still be night.
Where are you daughter of the night,
I know you will return.
I shall speak to you in the belly
Of the night.
Dreams of abandoned
Order  keep me company
Each night.
There I”ll talk and talk
Do not call me crazy lady
Because my steps lead me to the unknown
I unravel them
Until they lose all meaning,
Never nothing I refused.

Children do not make concept,
How would they know that
The world is full of people,
Who sup on innocent souls,
Voice has also got an existence-
which transform itself into many
forms.
Children innocently asked…
Where the weeds of anger
sprout,
Human race is a complex
molecule.
I went forward and met a girl
She asked?
What all this you are doing
today,
The smile that blooms
As a flower in June.

ITS  reverberations deep into my heart
Create one more bell,
Build one more stupa,
Did all he could do his best
Freedom can also be obtained by peace
Preach it trumpet blast.
In the life of world can he be forgotten
of love and sympathy whose heart
was ocean.
For I who made the choice
Knowing I would count the cost
For new thought we may dwell in
secret space.
The dream beautiful where it began
Our paradise shared as crystal shines
contained.
Time and again
With our bowed heads and folded
hands
For your coming back on the painful
You promised long time back
I will come again
The rearless shore
The tideless sea
In outer form set far apart
On hostile sands of life for release
An uneasy pact, a statement of fact
In vacillating sweep we crash
Rebel emotions in undulating  length
Our inner order mirror our heart
The better preconception is
generally fixed into.
In this circle that I’ve drawn
I do not mourn, I do not care
Drop of love from his vital heart
In harmony my night retreats
Like the seed that grows into a
plant
Till it sprouts its root and established
a firm relationship with the earth
sincerity and love still do prevail
like a butterfly
the open door
to the sky
For you who knew not the intimate
Of my heart that bore love
early flame
Love is the lock that smashes the
shell
Its ember
and so I lie in its dream
A thought linger.

Dark scar of the night
To immortalize the past
With the eyes of the future
Every moment hoping to return
Man hidden behind childhood
With renewed fear in his marrow
At no cost shall I speak
The seed of one’s own suffering
Grows into love for others.

While I write my poetry,
You sing at the tip of my pen,
A single line of poetry,
A single tune of harmony,
Your confession was a pleasant
Surprise,
seemed almost unbelievable,
You won’t know of my wild idea
But if you do
I must run far away
You look for something,
In my empty life,
Who are you inviting?
Waving hands! smiling face!
In empty hearts
Coming and Going
Shedding tears,
My pathetic heart’s crying,
For the unfulfilled promises
Crouching dow,
I cry!
Often whimpers in the night
Wetting my pillow with tears.

She only know she is an unmarked rock,
Don’t ask her
Where from the breeze come?
Let her be as she is
An unmarked rock
She is your lyric
Beyond the vanishing edge of
Sight.
Oh mystery! elemental and bright
She gives the strength to all the beings,
to sustain life on this glowing planet.
Fire, Air, water, elements have joined
her,
On the high water of life!
She becomes astonished with her
own beauty.
A whisper approaches
Every moment
He is inspired by the
mighty mountains
Poetry is the outcome of man’s life
There was something inside her
A bitter song
Broken stars
On mountain of despair
She had overcome you.
She will rise alone to the top
A new life secretly grow out of
a dead tree
stretch out
grow up
Be free and easy
She endured the process of her
coming into being
And once again learnt the golden rule
to live and let other live
She found herself in a beautiful land
She wandered there from place to place
Warm and cosy is the feeling she
aspires you
Playful, cheerful and fun loving person.
is how
He could be described the best
Busy wondering what next he could do
Life is the endless race, race is
The life
No rhythm no tune,
No timing no theme
Farewell with shedding tears
To keep in touch.

Desperate she presses her hands
On the cold chest.
The pieces of her broken
heart,
Not to be scattered.
The dream that got lost in
the way,
In the lost island’s,
The thorn of the dead spring
In her desperate embrace
She is waiting – hoping
Her empty gaze
Who is rebelling
against
The steps of silence
disturb the sleep.
She woke up
She followed sounds
His sound, His sound
And set off on a Quest
And seek some peace
And sleep and rest.

A new place
A vision with hope
To start
Finding
But yet – no
Satisfaction.

Millennium! It is doomsday
Or opportunity – for Spiritual renewal
Churches seem worried
False predictions – “the second coming”
Undermine the authority of biblical
teachings.
The worry…
Small signs of alarm
Stability of the economy
Millennium will fade…
A wishful thinking
The end of the world
Imagining are fun.

Tomorrow you may not live to see life
Death and decay are there for everyone
People who buzz like bees
Are always in search of nectar
And desert like the cunning insect.

At first sight one may
fall in love
First thought may cause
danger
Hence-give a second thought
Think a second time
a third if not
First thought may cause danger
Make one act foolish
in anger.