I don’t see beyond the Eyes,
When they shutdown in Night,
The view of Light,
Remains caught inside…
But this Night,
I dreamed some,
Horrible, terrifying,
View look like..
Which I never gazed,
Never as a single look,
Then where they come from?
Having pillow at near,
At hearts side,
I wandered for these horrifying,
Giant…..
Where did they come from?
where did I counter wit this sight?
No…..No….. Never
I realized.
Do these all inside?
Am I hiding these inside?
What a bullshit!
I am not,
I never be thought of,
I never did as like,
Then why? But
What if I would?
What if I become the same?
The demon, people keeps inside,
When comes out,
Depends on what they desire.
What should I do?
How do I not be as like?
Thought!
Thought!
Ending night…………and
Morning arise.
Got publish in International Journal of research for studies in English Language and Literature (Link- Demon Inside)
Failure means,
When my heart,
stop believing, that
I couldn’t….
I wouldn’t…..
People says,
I am
“A FAILURE”.
But I never stop,
I am trying,
My heart still believe, that
I can….
Looking for one more,
Trial,
For a chance,
For hopeful glance,
To emerge,
To evoke…….
My endurance still
Continues…….
Did I stop??
Then why?
You considered me,
“A FAILURE”
There are ways,
Crossing each.
Mine is there,
To show,
To do.
My admirance still
Awaits…
Did I asked,
A Favour?
Then why?
You treated me,
“A FAILURE”
There are day,
Passing each,
Mine will there.
Faming my name,
In your heart,
In a believe, that
I did, little late,
But I did,
Then, perhaps!
You believe, that
I am not
“A FAILURE”
LOVE IS……….
A poetry challenge.
I want to thank lightwalker of The Perceptions Square for nominating me for this task.
The task is to write 10 lines about what you believe Love represents or as the title suggests LOVE IS…..!
Each line begins with the word Love and is only 4 words long. Once the poem is written – challenge 15 other bloggers to do the same.
Each person I challenge does not have to accept. This is for fun. I certainly had fun coming up with my list of what Love is.
I hope you enjoy my submission and those I have challenged………..
Love stands without condition,
Love attracts without force,
Love admires without flirt,
Love hears without voice,
Love heals the heart,
Love engages with heart,
Love resembles moon’s shadow,
Love high as sky,
Love deep as core,
Love arose like tide,
Love speeds like light,
Love connects like WiFi,
Love informs like Mail,
Love acts like computer,
Love process as processor,
Love’s beauty never shaped,
Love’s deity never warped,
……………………….Love is Godess’s Prime Heart…………………….
Don’t Mind Last one Contains 5 words……… I enjoyed this challenge, never thought in this way.
Fantasy of my ‘ART’,
Invented like drizzling, through the deep,
Consciousness of dreaming ‘HEART’,
One leg down and another over my head,
Did I sit in ‘Yoga’ over my sweet bed?
No no! It was finger, direct from the heart,
pointed that what just I ‘SKETCHED’ in my palm,
Oh…Yes! I dreamed it,
Once it was here, but now where?
That ‘FLOWER’ and ‘POT’, of childhood
Which just I wrote….
One line over other line,
Sliding over and over,
meshing and crashing their own face,
Look like a jungle of ‘HAIR’.
Up up up,
Down down down,
Bisect that wooden boat,
Second before hanged with base,
Now flowing in position like wave.
Centered that rounded plate,
Keep it with grounded face.
Oh! look its watching us,
My art, into a ‘EYE’….Imagine
Imagine it high…..
I did, I amused..
You do you will….
It keeps people alive, in depression,
Or in a time when tension so high.
A pen inside your finger,
Don’t play,
Let it slide on paper…..
Mesh?
try it, to see insight,
What you did, on paper’s thigh,
I did it, when depressed
But in the end
I find a new ‘RACE’
Being a ‘POET’ it’s simple,
But being ‘ARTIST’, looks like
everything is Mingle.
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One early morning, a bird
with shining wings,
Fell on my roof top,
Bleeding heavy,
Hiding a ‘Bean’
I carried inside,
Treated with wise.
Gave it approperiate treat,
With conceous it talking keen,
It’s not ordinary Bean,
Keep it care, will guide you
When everthing being dark,
And you look for What?
Dying bird’s voice,
Bounded me of that doing,
Today, sun is too high,
And my body, has tired
What can a old body can now do?
Resting on rest-chair,
Suddenly, I rember the same prayer,
“When everthing being dark,
And you look for What?” voice of bird.
I took a step inside,
and searched that cordiyard,
where that bean must hide.
With a little effort, got
That sining bean,
Withought any termite.
I buried it deep in ground,
And poured some water,
And Waited!
Waited!
Evening waited!
Morning waited!
Next day waited!
Day after day waited!
For magic, what bird siad for?
One day my family left me,
for their own life, my son and his wife.
I begged for death, that night,
Waking next morning,
I realized there is work,
To pour some water, at
Bean’s grow high,
Some weeks later, a leaf
Flourished, digging the way
Outside,
I continue to water,
Days after days,
some years passed,
It now grew strong,
And a fruit grew at branch,
Hurrly I un-branched it,
Watched dying that green fellow,
My heart filled with grief,
But suddently I realized,
I have more bean,
I grew them all,
And again waited for anoter fruits…
Days passed I never let
the hope go,
No matter I crossed 100 of years,
Without being tired, withought
Feeling restricted by age….
I grew that plant of hope,
Again and again,
Through the dark,
To see the “What?”
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When tears dance on my shining chicks,
When darkness spreads in my deeper heart,
I ride in the sky wearing wings of thoughts,
Work what I left behind,
Boundary which I jumped at high,
Combining the both legs and hands,
I dug a larger trench, into
The vast shore, rising up on
Surface of ocean, building my own rope.
Summing up the tides at shore,
Wold I rise like storm?
Or I flow with silent touching the shore?
Keep high,
Keep high,
My brightened eyebrow,
I would fight again, like
Hammer at stroke,
Pinching that ego, what could left behind me,
I gonna be rise with flying at sky wings,
Till the end of universe,
Kissing the face of star, each,
And every that face,
What made me to just left.
Rainbow in a day, after raining heavy,
Will rise like a sun’s first ray,
Filling the voids of galaxy,
Will make my Shining, gloomy, colorful,
Rainbow…
Darkness of heart,
Will come out with my fart,
New flash of this morning,
Will spread with a new laugh,
Like a butterfly,
Dancing picking my heart…
Sadness for moment,
Creating a ‘Hope’,
Forever……………………
Saga of ‘AAP’
As a party, in People’s behalf,
Common nation, common tongue,
But grouped to fight ‘Jung’ (War),
On the same ground, in the same name,
Democracy!…. Democracy!………….A long wave.
This time, a vibrant country,
spoke in Delhi…… with faith over the stage,
In revolutionary mood… taking self-stood
‘Arvind’ a ordinary man….
Emerged to overthrow his nail,
Against the…people who followed the chain.
It’s time to say we claim,
A new era of corruption free country’s train,
You have support, and power in absolute,
Show us that people can dream,
Healthy and wealthy capital,
Safer women, lesser crime,
Life just wanna ‘OK’
With limited livestock, but proper-care.
You the (AAP) common man,
Leads us to the edge,
Which we can’t even follow,
We showed you, now return us,
We voted in faith, don’t even try to fail,
We don’t expect wonders,
We expect grounded work,
What you promised, what you spoke.
Remember the oath,
Will taking in our support,
will ask you in bed, ‘How much you grade’
Will never stop…. because
Don’t think forming ‘AAP’ is a end,
But It’s a beginning of “The End”.
‘The End’ means revolution against the corruption, and self-pocket-filling politics, lazy and crazy system, crime and diminished Humanity whether it is among people, or politics………It means total clean-up.
It’s long time I have never posted a sketch, well Sorry for that, I was busy. Well here I am presenting my latest sketch, I named it ‘SWING’. The idea behind this sketch, was not clear when I started to sketch it, I was wandering to draw a girl, swinging in a traditional way on a hanging ‘Jhula’ but I had drown it in this way, well swinging girl has been sketched lots of times, but this way may feel quit different, here if you notice, that person i have drawn is in a deep thought, with enjoying a ride on swing, I could remember my days of childhood, when I too used to swing in Jhula, and I remember, I was thinking about flying in wide sky with wings, enjoying the sunset just behind ranges of Aravali Mountains, passing across my village. I can feel that joy watching this sketch….Hope you will enjoy this art………
This sketch is inspired from the lord Khrishna, which is a symbol of love and peace, and a popular deity in Hindu religion.
Khrishna is a deity, worshipped across many traditions of Hinduism in a variety of different perspectives. While many Vaishnava groups recognize him as an avatar of the god, Vishnu; some traditions within Krishnaism, consider Krishna to be Svayam Bhagavan, or the Supreme Being.
Krishna is often described and portrayed as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the Bhagavata Purana] or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad Gita.The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and theological traditions. They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a prankster, a model lover, a divine hero, and the Supreme Being. The principal scriptures discussing Krishna’s story are the Mahabharata, the Harivamsa, the Bhagavata Purana, and the Vishnu Purana. He is also known as Govinda and Gopala.
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