Sunday, October 17, 2021

ON THE SHORE




On the coast of the deep oceans.

Moment by moment,where cold tides blow in motion. 

 And in the middle of a blue mirror.

 Even with fear, lived some really happiest creature. 

Then a sailor in his sailing boat. 

Putting the fishing tackle in their throat. 

Even at nights, drawn from their home. 

With water, of which they used to roam. 

Even God has promised us much mercies. 

All heavens ready without pain,full of worthies,

oh! why did we, get into this mess? 

If all breathen hearts are equally more and less.

Friday, October 15, 2021

FALSE NOTION OF MAN




 In the vain, all the world strike the conspiracy. 

And sing the song of true manliness and glee. 

Sense of justice crossed the distance mendaciously, 

All is the reflection of false notion, not to agree. 


Although some want a little more to explore, but, 

The only fear to crub is, to rise, to fall  anymore, 

Looser fear to fall and winner drive to rise more. 

Of such a wit a man should  have anymore


The wealthy, of great ego and fame in his name. 

Had a kind of respect, comely and legacy to protect. 

Nevertheless, a poor, begger, rich, healthy all in front. 

By same oaths, making mere breathed name of god. 





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Sunday, October 03, 2021

TONIGHT






Tonight, my pale hands witness the volleyed and thundered. 

The vale of death into the mouth of hell. 

Stormed with deceit, through which i blundered. 

Plunged into the false notion of fear and sundered. 

Tonight, no reason why,  while all night wandered. 

Flashed all the rejoice and the glory i made. 

On the day in front of them, all the world wondered. 

Then the muffled voice, rode and well, shattered and sundered. 

Tonight the heart is broken into fragments, truly bothered. 

Pain left of me, lost its wayin deserts sand. 

Where complaints of heart into heaven of blurred. 

Tonight, tonight, i write to defend myself, but unbowed. 



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