Happy start !!!

Beautiful sun and its sunshine
Adamant mountains and its greenery
Incessant fountains and its emergence
Soothing scenery and its calmness
Fascinating air and its pleasing rhyme
Mesmerizing fog and its light nature
Earthly smell and its flavoring reagent
Amusing night and its twinkling site
Pleasing spring and its fragrance

But when we destroy any one of them
they revert back with unusual response
it is not good to have disturbed its essence
with few new goals and filled with kindness
we have to rethink to reduce unbridled pollution
Rigorous steps and irrevocable amendments
unbreakable laws with no loop holes embedded
may retain its beautiful and green nature..!!! Prado

Wish u all happy new year....

I was asking rose
been given sore
tried a lot, unlike all
wanted to share
dice, we started off
the gloomy eyes
the helping hands
above all balmy times
still waiting spring
to bring me a rose

emotions, if did not exit
motions, like had no wheels
pain awaiting, to be shared
but unfortunately the one
whom we trusted most
is missing from here
who The heart is craving for
may rest in peace....

hope this winter
depart soon
for i die every noon.... Prado!!!

barsaat ke bundo me bahta cha gaya mein.....
kudh pe na khabu tha mera, laharta chala gaya mein

jab ja mila sagar me.. tab pata chala bundo ke sachayi ka
sayad samjha jata yeh pahle.... toh hote kissi jeehl ke kirane...

When world ceases to point 
where no spring emerges from ground..
hopper finds grass but bone and dried..
juggler gives you pleasure but no fine...
having seen mountain and lovable pine...
where ice is melting and greenery with no shine....
rain which was known for being generous....
today same rainbow and its grove appearing void...
i request you for not to move friend..
otherwise i will fall victim to rotten wine.

Hillside..

Look i am rotating downside
i am losing all my sight
wind which is blowing wild
boosting me to breathe wide
therein what i feel like
we both are flowing alongside
that i am bewitched
with her naughty cite
my motion and action
are working for her joy
she wants to be happy
she made me salve
so ended being in grave
it was my illusion
having had fallen from Hillside.... www.prado123.blogspot.com

Miserable end:-)

A hand in hand
a boy walked with his friend
he stumbled many a times
his mighty friend helped
through his adolescence...

Today he is a grown child
he is busy shaping his career
sufferings he is getting familiar
through his maturity. (adulthood)...

A life partner
come in his life
through sorrow and pain
across every strain
she is mild and sweet
a heart who is very kind
his aim and his passion
now circumvent around

but he forgot one
who was reason for his being
who was always there in his bad times
good times, whose support secured his life

his friend was missed and forgotten
he was one who gave him birth
he is his father.. unfortunately he was left crying....

A little sweet promise 

my heart weeps
deep through creeks
it has decorated many dreams
where moon has come to it's street
to shower blossoms on your feet
to make you feel sweet
refrain you all from every grief
it is working very hard, to meet all bid!!!

I do not care if this world goes Blind,  
I do not care if this world goes insane  
i have one in my heart, 
if she does not wish hear my voice,
my breathe goes numb,
my pulses start trembling, 
as if my world start fading....
when she does see your messages,
my vision goes fluctuating,
one voice is still unheard,
unless she listen what it says..
will not rest in peace..
because every time when you ignore..
it goes alone..

Women Empowerment - A voice

she was strolling happy
nights of extreme darkness
was concealing something fishy
aware of coldness outside
though she came to refresh her mind
seeing the various location
she was pinned and had an intuition
something was hidden and grief
she could not judge its motion
life which still has many facets
facets what could bring me blossoms
brought her dark and hidden face
carrying a bottle of corrosive substance
thrown on her beautiful face
how shameful and hurting act it was
her life is still inundated in dread feeling of walk
i pray God to procure a Mind with "bold thoughts"
because this is act of coward and sign of brutality
we must empower our counterpart
so that consequences are deal with love
sympathy and empathy are not sold
in tune to console a acid-stricken face...

beauty of soul....

lost to her the blonde hair
crimson eyes, through the implicit emotions
radiating eyes, feel of effervescent sensation
profoundly kept, what was amusingly enhanced
a nice twosome of glittering lips
sprightly mused, a soul came to my dreams....

wished to touch her; could not control my erotic vision
reached to smell her nicely curved; a figure of divine season
beauteous girth of belly evoking an appealing mist of excited hydrogen
since i move along her sacred and holy kept skeleton
i forget myself to mingle in her beauty to relax my erotic motions....
I present my intense gratitude to God for such heavenly creation....



 Respect soul of your beloved partner...

Drunkard!!!

Drunkard

She told me "drunkard"
i accepted her award
what was my fault
i was amazed with this reward
shockingly i was kept apart
from her dreams and part
i was rendered stand separated
my fault was still "awaited response"

After a long self-introspection
i found that fault is not actually fault
it was illusion what was i believing in
what was captivating me, irreversibly
i was inside the plot, which was horribly bad
it was not me, it was gullible heart
which was melted with critical need
need which she and i both were wanting
whatever it had a severe end, i was left
a vacuous explanation was reckoned thereby
i was making her feel annoyed
finally she thought and gave a title "Drunkard".....

I am not drunkard, you can look into my eyes..

you have freedom
to break me down
you are allowed
to turn me into soil
you do what you want
to spoil my wine
you will be welcomed
to fight with me all time
but I would like to
tell you one thing
the more you will come to me
the more strong i will gain in
because you strategy ends at me
my strategy begins with you..  Never give up!!!

Immortal Courage...

I always follow one
who is always with me
one who is residing in me
i drink water to energize it
i eat to continue it
i rest on somewhere to fuel it
i believe in God
to strengthen it
i sleep on bed
to think how to enhance it
it is something which
force me to survive
to fight adversity
to pour the generosity
to illuminate the humanity
to work on prosperity
if someone hurts it down
i boost it up several times
it is what, which live in
every soul and every human kind
but you need a sight
so do not let your sight
go blind
it is all "Courage"
what Alexander
Sher Shah, and Bhagat singh
had, so their soul are still alive
somewhere and at some corner
burning a candle to edify....

humanity must be taught...

When Red blood corpuscles
start enumerating down in your blood
it signs unhygienic product
which seeks a cure to be done
otherwise it can become a fatal one
immune must have to go strong
with white blood corpuscles streaming
very fast straight from stem cells
alike when humanity go insane
someone has to step in
to stop inhumane
to propagate sanity
all along the
generation
through lessons.....
through poetry...

A transparent Mirror

To see what you are
To find what you want
You need a reflective piece
painted with reflective silver
impregnated with
tinge of tin and chloride
to strengthen it and protect
from corrosive fight

what we see
is reflected on our eyes
when rays got sent back into
deep consortium of nerves inside
a Halloween picture of your imagination
is created of your perception
it shows you what is your intension
sweet and calm is its nature
being silver, its does not tend to cheat
it reflects you what it perceives

Try to become a silver with added chloride.. will never fail in life.. Prado Singh perception...!!! cheers to kind Mirror..

something got separated
somewhere i got perverted
someone has deceived my senses
for that i am left desolated
my conscience is subverted
for all i have been blamed
i do not deserved this
that you have looted
my love
my passion
my share
my dear
but i want
to warn you
i have still my soul intact
which has got enough tact
it will revive and shine
for i need to survive
and snatch you reign.....

"Your sacrifices"

My dearest mate left me
My proclaimed enemy 
has defeated me
My relatives have diluted me
My lovable one has dejected me
My blood gotta turning more red
Anxiety is all circulating in
Heart is receiving, 
what is abject defaming
My tension is hanging
ill intention of someone is banging
Effect is strong that i am staggering
One last resort, i am depending
To all alike soul, i am preaching
this indicates you must start performing
dissolving all what is objecting
need to Shine and Spread
whatever you are into
so that you get a Name
for yourself who is sacrificing

"Your sacrifices"

My dearest mate left me
My proclaimed enemy 
has defeated me
My relatives have diluted me
My lovable one has dejected me
My blood gotta turning more red
Anxiety is all circulating in
Heart is receiving, 
what is abject defaming
My tension is hanging
ill intention of someone is banging
Effect is strong that i am staggering
One last resort, i am depending
To all alike soul, i am preaching
this indicates you must start performing
dissolving all what is objecting
need to Shine and Spread
whatever you are into
so that you get a Name
for yourself who is sacrificing

Vermilion (Sindoor)...

Red in color
soft in touch
of immensely significance
when placed in parted hair
signs a healthy relation

Being red
being sacred
it is not it real valuation
it has attached emotions
full of devotion
sacrifice within

Being red
is color of heart
signifies an awareness
advocates their being oneness
all through adversities in life...
when i see
you wearing red
all i feel reverence
for such a God heavenly incarnation....

free yourself from false pretension!!!!

i am in distension
feeling a strange gesture
searching my poster
to tear it all, to turn it into soil
to have that spoiled
i will feel enjoyed
to have broken my heart
will make her glad....
so i will destroy
all my present and past
otherwise my origin will go waste
lets take it to new range
where i stretch it so strong
that itself Sun will come down
will ask to rest under his Name....

My Zone of insanity!!!

i crush a wall
i throw a cast
so that you fall
faint, what is my fault
if you are weak
this is hell
weak is not allowed
we love to hit
our joy lies in meat
plight is what we give
we are insincere
security is not entertained
so make yourself
run, run to end
till you bleed
and i succeed..
suck your blood in greed
this is my zone of insanity....  
you are welcomed...
to taste the beast..!!!!

Diamond's chemistry...

A substance of intense mighty
hard to bear its intensity
enough tough to find its mole
mole is what has made its texture
texture which is what giving is smoothness
smoothness comes from arrangement of ingredients
ingredients is composed of number of molecules
molecules which are strongly bound by Van der wall forces
forces which has kept them intact and awake
so it had got the definite shape
shape which when face light
scintillate so brilliantly that
everyone wants to wear it ardently
it is power and sign of wealth
in my context it is what we say "Diamond" ...

Mole is what made of atoms and molecules which are bound y Forces called vander waal forces....

Through the celebrated Sunlight.......

standing, where demons cease
no demon: only desires to be
To be where one is erect
To erect need a strong back
Strong back is all praised
To be praised, you need
Yo need to be absolute true
To be true is to be young
To be young, you need love
To gain love, you need to search yourself
Yourself is what you can be....

So it is we, where everything ends and flourish all through....

i desired immensely
to understand a word
which i hear, i mutter
feel proud that i have one
i am blessed she is my loved one
i am careless sometime
but she is who
thinks of always mine
profoundly lost in her entice
her touch is really divine
take away my groaning pain
always agreed to whatever said
how shall i tribute her soul
my days will go short
would never be able to return her
what she has sacrificed for us
i name her my "Dear Mother" ....

Mystic presentation of your belief
start touching divine string
invincible creed of your conscience
start moving into an impervious thing
where you see remedy of all committed sins
relishing all what is surely forbid
enjoying those which is extremely toxic
glittering is so evident that
grief of every soul, and
burden of this material world
look small, when i see through
your indestructible "MASK" of your choice
so is your name, pervading world with God sign...

fate is planned.....

Misty morning
month of December
off my sight, i saw a twig
newly and tender one
just came out
seeing the foggy mood
of December, soon shrunk
was expecting spring
but unfortunately blessed
with rarely visiting Sun
it was coldness on peak
feeling bleak, unhappy with
resorted to result into leaves
but what could be its fate?
who was missed and
who was not coming
a little lotus which was about to come
seen an impeccable fate
had to wait
till spring comes!!!! 

traitor...

mocking at venial thought
pretended to be strange face
trying to retain his image
throwing all rubbish to one's court
passing all blame to his mate
hardly agreed to any defame
all he did was exclusionary
self and greed was immensely filled
to all done, half-halfheartedly deeds
his work was to deceive thoroughly....

and  she asked so called "ReligioN"

a girl was sitting side by
hearing her cry, a guy went by
asking her on!! about her pain
he was left with no reply
though he tried once more
she got burst, started to scold
as if loads of pain were carried
devoid of any loving soul
reiterating- how you dare
how you dare, and subjecting to cry
getting herself shrinking
to little space, feeling unsecured
he assured, if he could help her
she replied spluttering in between
if your vision is taken away
and your beatings have started giving you pain
which religion will you fall in
to pray God please "relieve me" 

Abandoned soul:-)

it was not me
it was wind
it was cold
which was surrounding me
uncontrolled emotions
kept and hidden
in stringent heart
going hapless
with no one to care
will get rusted
if this rain and wild
will continue
its propagation
let me search a new
place, where i and your left
memories find a secured place
so that it remain forever, at least...

i happened to meet a face
a long sadden face
where you could find
bruise of burnt
sign of slap
getting darken and darken
i was going closed
i got horrified
when i touched
it was no more
it was blur incarnation
of myself
who has lost
its visualization
having nothing to tell
with no valuation.......

To know ourselves, is start of work ahead!!!!!

move on!!

You are stuck
wondering where?
by the time
someone has snatched
your valuable time
still you say
that was something belonged to you!!!

look, he is drowning
could not see
could not measure
level of water
was his acute incapability
that was still, people were analyzing!!

you have not thought
what was needed
you need was subjected
to sheer temptation
of you unfilled stomach
have greed to acquire more
but still does not know
if had been taken into mind, more business could be done!!

betrayed lover :-)

I am fine,
i do not expect your shine
for what you have done to my rhyme..
i know i can grow, meanwhile
i might have lost your trivial support
for i wish not to express any rue,
your vision might gone shattered
for i had not committed crime,
could not see, if one could love you so ever
but happened and left a heart in whine..
it was our journey, to coastal-line
before we could percept the sandy smell
you left me over to resolve empty dispute...
i wish i see u never
so that i reassure myself alone
all through all way like -
sweet sonorous "unheard hymn" waiting to be heard...
by someone who really appreciate the one.....

life is mathematics....

when your born of womb in the world
actually you come out of bracket
while in bracket, genes are all directed
you are decided and given a design..
so you are now ready to be divided
when you are growing up, values are multiplied
your element of conscience gets illuminated
your performance while in action determine
your dividend value, which in turn raise the order...
now, you need to walk conspicuously
otherwise divisor will start dividing you secretly
once divisor gets in role, your degradation gets rolling
once addition is superseded by subtraction,
time by time, subtraction becomes so dominant
that life ultimately gets resolved to find a solution
that particular moments if you feel weaken
then might get into minus....
your determination and equanimity
takes you to positiveness...

lots can be learn in simpler form!!!

a note on poverty....

a little boy in my vicinity,
struggling to have food
unfortunately fell victim to brevity
wherever he sees, find depravity
having passed secondary school,
busy in arranging money to fulfill his needs
staggering from door to market,
gathering pennies in his socket
hopes of his lone mother
younger sister is feeling hungry
burden of household, on his little shoulder
making him feel stronger....
this is really pathetic, vicariously...
sometimes what we see render us wounded..
wounds which are never healed..

Continuation of last poem....

on the very next day,
someone knocked the door
it was same guy,
who had promised her before
will pull her off her dismay
believing!! she opened the door
with timing moving up, eyes went numb
sharing of grievances are never less
could not keep each other apart,
blown by the emotions of intimation
they agreed to share a kiss of initiation

ooh!! villain of picture enter the scene
abusing her nobility, surmounting his limits
said some which was very incisive
minutes after, he fell down, overloaded
with his as usual habit of imbibing wine
voice of her lover, echoing and instigating
to leave the doors, where she could
never share but solitary dine..
which had never been appreciating
but the insult of drunkard,
having hold hes emotions cold
she denied!!!

to be continued

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i will bring you glory,
so that you can prosper
while i see you prospering
i feel like i am growing
i will bring you wheels
so that you go on moving
while i see you moving
i feel like i am living

i will bring you moon
so that you can glitter
while i see you glittering
i feel i am radiating
radiations go so strong..
that everyone goes scintillating..
so edifying is all worth doing...

else is venial: materialistic in origin
but your shine, your movement
and your dynasty....
is all which is everlasting..
lets hold our hands together
make this world gain new kind!!!!

My dear love!!!

My life is getting intoxicated,
Isshh!!! intangible poison is spreading...
through veins, via- veins it is dominating..
i am down with fever, which is escalating
holdings my eyes closed, do not wanna run cold,
rarely it happens, but giving me divine feeling
what is that which is still, i am missing
actually, someone is willing, 
but one,s motion is getting trembling
making me feeling scared if i am bad
no, if it is so, then no one is good
i pray to my God,
for our being oneness.

a wretched soul;

sleepless nights of her eyes
aching heart, loaded with countless whine
playing with her tender curly grained
smile which is lost in somewhere
talking with wretched soul
which has been shattered
having left all alone...
her vision is confined,
has lost its shine
to the doors of her
limited reign....

A man was passing by,
seeing her on, seating in balcony
apparently, having a face with no smile
watering to leaflets, fawning on her lifetime
despaired in with no hope to survive
has a alone caretaker
who has made himself
slave of wine
how could he judge
beauty of lady and
incarnation of divine...

A note for intangible love...


Oof!! that was your naughty walk
it was nothing but your fascinating smile
i was getting myself filled with your wine
what i could see, was all hindered
it was very pleasing, when i slept under your shine...

your slightest moments, whispering at night
my emotions getting to new heights
wished this to be everlasting,
your touch, sending a ticklish sign
instigating a needy heart, to gets its prime
ooh dear, i wish, i be with you all my life....

fortune...

what am i waiting for..

i do not get the picture so...

i am handing myself over

to what, i had always ignored 

or it's more like 

i am being called as default...

perhaps, problem was lying with me only

has no one left, singing a song

i had been trying a lot, perpetually

practices were getting wrong

which could hardly heel one's wound

someone named me as "foregone"

where do we lack behind

what!!! actually who is enforcing this 

which i really or no one likes

one very close to my side said

had you been more conspicuous

perhaps you could get, what deigned

or had you been more fortuitous

perhaps you would get, whatever blessed

what is for that then

i suffered, i cried in all lonely nights

what is for that then

when i was harassed, i tolerated all

what is for that then

when i practiced, faced failure damn

you talk me of fortune

you suggest me of being stoic

what had i not been through?

what had i not been seen?

sufferings and infliction were two of kind

which i could not never keep off from

blessings and kindness were two of kind

which i could never expect of...

it is not still easy

to live a life....

where i see

what i did not succeed....

Mother Earth...


we get ourselves unrestricted
in tune to get satiated...
nature is being deforested,
to fulfill our selfish desire
what is really unquenchable..
monotonous is so heavily accumulated...
that livelihood  has been eradicated...
we have walked so long
rarely find to see what is gone
who we have dissipated
what we have polluted...

see and hear the cry!!!
our mother earth is crying
Her cloth is melting,
Her wind is smelling,
wherever we stroll,
we find nothing in store
birds were Her jewels,
bamboos were her weaving sticks
inundated rivers were Her kind "storage"
you have made her devoid
those has been most celebrated..

promise Her of a practice
you will remember of your gravity
while you invent new property
let's not go Her in brevity
She is to be secured
so that we live infinity
rest is all willingness
and all is what needed
a robust or stringent devotion
to save our Mother earth creation..... Pradeep kumar

Meeting you was not my destination,
It was something which occurred eventual,
I am happy that you came up as my imagination....

An Anonymous bird……..

When I was strolling through park,

An anonymous bird approached to my lane,

Inclined towards my domain,

Asked; what has made you sad,

Glooming is utterly apparent

On your ever smiling face…

Pleasantly, hearing bird queries,

Resorting to have answered anomalies

Nothing has left to cherish the soul

Belongings had been snatched,

Rest had been dissipated

No motivation; devotion is giving pain

What I have subjected to?

Where did I belong?

Questions are dominating

Leaving me alone………..

Oh mighty soul!!

You seem low

Your enthusiasm has impaired,

Your insight has adopted,

Darkness of what is impure……

You vision appears restricted,

Restricted with: no wheels to revolve,

Flatting is overcoming,

Your groove of behaving sane……

Hold on!!!

Thinking is weapon to move on!!!

Patience is prime subject

Abstaining from awful project

Learning methods to mould

Conciliating is all praised

Limiting your aspirations,

Conjuring where prosperity births

Is all dependent on your endeavors

And, is all subjected to state

State; where you soul belongs……..

Where devotion and motivation

Find a concomitant goal

You feel secure

To live your way, on the whole…

Feeling aroused!!!
having damped..
reason is haunting,
for i had been told faulty..
i am yet, expecting
because, loving you
was preamble of divinity
how could i be then,
fall short of your propensity?

Feeling agitated!!!
having ignored my gesture
hampering, is my success
for i had been told squalid
i am yet, awaiting
because, sharing
time and soul, amicably
could never lend to lonely...
how could i be then
been stranded in-between, suddenly?

Lost image....

I saw an error,
which was a inseparable,
for i was addicted to..
it was unhealthy,
which was poisoning me ,
for i was feeling intoxicated..
i had a mirror,
which vivid and crystal clear,
but, i could not afford to see my flaws,
so I broke…....


Eventually, it was
you came as friend..
error was eradicated,
health was improved..
what was intoxicating me
my practices got improved
but still i had that mirror
which is yet to be repaired…??

I saw in the mirror,
I saw a face, immature
It was struggling to secure a name,
Fettered with unkind pain
Pain originating from your separation
For I was searching a new goal
but I could fill the empty space
Because I still find myself lost
Somewhere: to see your reflection
In the same old mirror, I broke
Unfortunately, i ended up
Longing to see you again……

MONEY

one had been expecting,
what he had been always lacking..
though one did not try..
but always thought, one should have...
because who had, were flourishing...

it is not game or tough task
all it is, what we motivate ourselves for
our action gets it along
a little distraction takes it all
though you grow richer somehow
you find yourselves, entrapped in distension
his efforts could be better,
had he been much broadened
not because money is our requirement,
just, meant to sustain survival.....

Life; a mystery......

one thing is missing, heavily,
what is that piercing, severely,
ooh, some one is getting consumed,
somewhere, someone is feeling insecure,
where you are gonna uphold?
what we have sustained all the life
is that all; what we are for?

What is that missing?
where, who is lagging?
i am sure, we are not: who leads
we are mere objects, being slotted
helm is not in our hands,
we are following: provided
we are conscious, just surviving
we are living, is all reality
destination is our action,
life is cherished, and
values are revered
If it is Creator,
who directs that creation,
is still my Question???

ooH pleasinG raiN!!!

How shall i tell you?
what i had been facing..
it would be very fascinating
if you could come early...
my days were very humiliating
because Lord Sun was not agreed
to have mercy on His disciples
it is the time, when you must come
when powerful Sun, dwell at equator
I feel dying,  at every quarter

ooh dear Rain..
will get relax off, all my strain
sweating, was getting foul odor
it is nice, to smell your spatter
who rescue you off, all your dues
we must work in order to maintain sane
let Sun spread its wing
let's never, that i feel alone
Thanking is all, what i have in hand
i reiterate again and again
OoH pleasing Rain....  Pradeep

 a little wish....

I too have a little wish
i too want to belong,
where you dwells,
surfeited with happiness
i gets myself feel abnormal
though i try to behave formal
it seems, everything is disordered
though you extract bliss form same existence
for me having what i scored, births new sprout
my need so tends to get new prime
tough you make yourself dive in
prosper with, what have been blessed
since happiness is thus still around
but still lag behind......
fees a little wish ended up
having gained noting....
  

Her wish; went unaccomplished...

it was me, going away
it was she, going shallow
our bondings had strings,
strings, which had divine springs
i played lot, jumping around
a scratch, would take her breathe down
scoldings would seem, flushing
draining me down, superficially
welcoming my endeavors,
prompting me to have prudence,
weaving my mistakes, to appear strong...

it was me, going away
it was she, going shallow
her finesse efforts, glorified moves
had satiated me to feel proud
i am left alone, today
repenting, i could not accomplish
her last wish; to get her "smoking sticks"
years gone by, still when i remember
i go maudlin, down the line.....


what is life meant for?
if, you live, devoid of feeling
to repay one's gratuity,
who has shared your moments,
those pleasing moments;
when are not remembered!!!!
existence might go in vain...
tough you are affluent,
greed will besiege you around..
dreams will be fulfilled,
but; one will lose its existence, no doubt.....







 

 Vanity---  unusual feeling

where will u take this vanity..
pretending; you have all superiority,
who is and how is, one in your vicinity,
insecurity and animosity flourishes,
when your lift your soul,
with unusual feeling,
loaded with "vanity".....

where will u take this vanity,
who is less, you think
not of your capability,
is actually, you are facing unreality
where things are faded,
having no sense of gravity
chances that, you are supposed
to be being best, is still
what needs clarity?
as usual we all rest in God,s creativity
we must present him due gratuity
for we need to live with word so called "AMITY" ---- Pradeep kumar

And then i cried...

Tears starting rolling my eyes...
it was all love, craving to touch again
her hands,
dying to fall again so that let her again
take me up,
why i am going again, when i know
i will miss her a lot
it my unfortunate to live
devoid of her....

Holding on my heartily emotions a longer,
i decided not to turn again,
it was ineffable, heavily maudlin note,
one could hardly recognize..
i was left unmoved, a sight of her eye
made me cry...
tears starting rolling my eyes...

A fettered soul......

A man had been staggering,
his voice was choking,
dressed in simple suits; appearing
as if strife, not wishing to utter,
a few: when asked, who are you?

Have you lost the way or
been forced by severe dismay?
before, had he been opened up?
i could pretend, there was missing link
he had fallen prey to severe pain
pain; which was haunting him inside,
inside; he was mere a body with no conscience
conscience; which lost somewhere its sunshine
he was strolling in dark,
which only, could bring him.
an another reason to resign...
because having lost your name, is not you go insane....

having conversed, i could
suggest, not to give up!!!
there is lot more to come
plenty of options , you will be flushed
your perception, your invocation
takes you, where your are designated,
making your soul, slave of pessimism
is not an act of optimism..
consider the very impulsive thoughts
whose origin must have divine knots,
because having lost yourself, is not curative action..