THE RAYS OF DARKNESS.....

Early morning waking up to see a sun full of darkness.
Amidst the black clouds, one can feel the rays of darkness.
I hear the mournful sound of birds;
And could see a cock being butchered.

Gentlemen getting prepared for a funeral ceremony,
And women in their natural self, just crying,
I could sense an uncanny atmosphere
But couldn’t reason myself from being numb.

Bureaucrats who prefer being panache;
Are no longer in their impressive self;
Dirty roads full of blood and carcass;
It gives a hint, but we prefer to be dumb .

Although nauseating, people are unaware of what’s going on;
No disaster is on the way, but why are we moving in a herd;
Is it a healthy walk;
Nah! It’s nothing but;
“A beautiful day in our very own hell”

A BEAUTIFUL MIND

Whenever we dream,it is a past recollection.
Made up of various emotions,so as to feel the need of that hour.
But more than dreams today,we need "A beautiful mind".

to recognise the despair in life and make it feel a joy,
Come,Come show me all the beautiful aspects of being sad.
Till the heavens exist or hell torments
you can change your outlook with a beautiful mind.
It need not be about recognising the beauty that only the poet experiences;
But an infamous emotion in a farmers house
running after others or probably your own shadow;
T'is not good;
whats truly important is to create a niche for yourself
So that someday you may not be remembered,
But also not be ignored;
And all the credits for such a change needs no money;
But "A beautiful mind".

Life! How to squander you?

Sinous like a naked sand in a porous yacht.

Maketh someone live in despodency other ecstacy.

Running like luminosity pro Edison

Epoch like slow river,

Streaming eyes expose the unrevieled

Psalm for some,

Impertinent tone others

But I lope this race quite straight forwardly

As thou fail to crumble my infatuation

Thy period for someone may be deliverance from sin

and probability other.

As mine ,i just consign to memory untenmeyer;

Thou a vivid holiday as for your progeny.

T'is a never ending holiday.

but,out of the blue an escape program swept my mind

Being awaken from grevious reverie

mine query myself

"Life!How to squander you?"

Ode to love

Born from the red roses;
Do ye maketh admiration from junk?
Rolling down vales and sailious across plain
love,you?
Marking with emotion in the most unmarked hearts.
flowing down from the deep mountain sides
And it is thou who maketh it smooth,
Giving birth to offspring in the most undesirable soil
Its thou who courage to forgive a puny fawn from kings;
thou,the thread between Romeo-Juliet
Its thou which make lovers sob
And its thou who maketh guardian rob,


Born from red roses
Ye maketh admiration from junk,
Rolling down vales and salious across plain
T'is you love!!!!!!

I didn't even knew what love meant before she appeared in my life.
Only know I understand that great love does not consist neither of dependency to a person, nor of selfishness, but is much more than this.
It is like when you immerse in the eternity of your own soul, in that place which you think belong only to toy, but where you meet the other. Only there you feel her deep look and you realize that you are eternally present in her soul and in her most private parts of her being.
You realise that nothing matters, not to cry, not to shout. You realize that everything there is and everything there will be does not even exist, are not worth the smallest leaf which fell from the tree of the live of each one of us.
And then you feel the need to touch the soul with your hand, to embrace it, to feel its breath, to know it closer to you than you are yourself. You want to kiss it, to share your entire life with it.
Love has such an impact that you understand that it is much above what you call life,
Then you realise that no matter how much you try to embrace it, and kiss it, and feel its breath, all that can never be done, because you kill kiss only the man, you will feel his breath and embrace it.
You will realize that that soul will be much above your life. As you are above hers.
You will understand that being with that soul is not possible through caresses, not word, nor kisses, but much more, though an unprecedented torment that you will not be able to sustain, no matter how much you want it, as it is so painfully sweet, a consuming fire that will burn in you in all the eternal moment of your life.
And what else remains? What remains in my place and in hers? The ashes of a memory? From which a new love will resurrect as the Phoenix bird? From the ashes of this crazy torment?
This is our life, the life of the soul mates, of always seeking one another and when they find each other they consume with the love of their love.

march on....................

THIS IS TO ALL THOSE LITERATURE LOVERS WHO WANNA EXPRESSS THEIR DESIRE FOR KEATS,BROWING,OR ARISTOTLE