the good man dying

not all who silence are coward,

but carrying the liability of goodness

still smolder beneath the ashes,

thou flamed the thousand, devoured

let the survivor be alive... 

its all new...

its not the same sunrise 

its not the same cock cries

the moment you awake

its new morning for a better sake....

if there is heaven

let here be a way , today..

ain't you feeling little light

from the burden of dark sleepless nights

serene winds , clear skies

its all new, left behind all lies...

if there is heaven,

let here be a way ,today 

  

Run away, moon

i beg you,

just run away moon

they say ,

they gonna landing soon.

the world lies

saying its second time

but i wonder

niel's arms so strong to climb,

height of light years,

ahhh.... to me ,

still a mystery , it appears...

you've been part of mother's tales

coveted gift to beauty females

so pure so pious

gleaming the whole world,

unbiased...

payload equipped, propelled;

the robo man ready to dwell

its escape time , otherwise

you not gonna survive...

hey ,

you no longer immune

its already june,

just run away moon....

 

 

song of hope

if ever, a sun would rise

out of dark and shield

then it would sing my song

in some paddy field

if ever, a prayer would whisper

out of grief and pain

then it would sing my song

in some wet rain..

if ever, a boat would sail

out of wave and explore

then it would sing my song

in some sea shore

if ever a fire would burn

out of fear and fright

then it would sing my song

in some midnight

if ever, holy would call

out of sin of seven

then it would sing my song

in some hope of heaven

where has all the winds gone???

kids right there ,

not chasing colored flies...

kites in air,

not kissing clear skies...

the standstill flowers,

wait of chimes for hours,

beauty's calm curls,

the lethargic whirl...

sheep move slowly   

shepherd too,

and the melodious reapers

in meager,

all in chorus , all in chorus;

where has all the winds gone??

A child's treasure

A little child who randomly pry

keeping the land on his thigh,

to find the buried treasure

tinkle -tinkle , metal pleasure.

Mother lures him to come inside

sweets and some penny besides,

but small hands have big ambition

a man with a rich mission.

He works like a newbie in coal mine

with a hope to get the diamond shine;

 dirty clothes goes dirtier

 focused , unlike the one, whiner.

  Tough job tires him

 lunch time under the tree limb;

the tree welcomes the guest, giving mango pleasure,

   now, the child got the child's treasure

 

miles away

Vote for me now!

i fear of
running fast so
fast when turned back
i with me and mine
away
mile and mile..
where,
no one is there
to cheer my win
punish my indiscipline
no buddies and enemies
left alone within
only,i
with me and mine
away
mile and mile..
i feel as if like a owl
left alone in  dark foul
night, where i scared my presence
silence say the story of absence...


it was better when
i was  badly behind,
but
there were,
true people behind
with false excuses to find
to cheer my loss
and only pros...
i fear of losing all
to win one,
when
i with me and mine
away
mile and mile...

For you , from me

Vote for me now!

To you ,

 
words never came to talk me
from you,

may be, they are silent too.

smile never came to cheer me
from you,

may be, they are busy too.

prayer never came to heal me
from you,

may be, many other wishes too.

shine( touch)  never came to warm me
from you,

may be, its winter too.

rain ( tears ) never came to wet me
from you

may be, you are too happy to...

its "good" to say "bye" before you leaving
good bye..

Sometimes

sometimes...
sometimes i feel like smiling...
for no lousy jokes cracked,
lost memories bring back,
not any lad slipped,
for no love mad slapped...
i just feel like smiling....sometimes.

sometimes i feel like running...
for no medal at stake,
not there any snake.
for no train to left,
not anything theft...
i just feel like running...sometimes.

sometimes i feel like talking..
for no bunch of crap,
dropping mishap for others lap.
not for political gain,
and bargain...
i just feel like talking.... sometimes

sometimes i feel like helping
for no lust of heaven,
fear of hell.
no heart to win,
clear out past sin...
i just feel like helping....sometimes

sometimes i feel like writing
nothing in my mind,
words to bind.
as this one results,
express my complex world.
i just felt like writing ....


                              

Broken heart worth Re 1

who the hell buy,
second hand
and
broken,
bloody bumping heart,
hard to repair ,
unpaired
in the city of unfairs
lost in loss
risk of bear cost.
heck ,who will buy ,
broken heart worth Re one,
anyone????

Yes , it pumps
but sometime stops
it smiles,
but to see someone smiling
it shivers,
in timeless season
it cries,
but without any reason...

Values reduce half of
second one.
further down of
broken one.
it seem
everything goes to one
of
million dollar heart
broken
worth Re one

winter rain

surprising cloud goes insane
its winter rain
calm fog friends with wild drops
buckets of water brought from sea shop
peasants welcome the uninvited guest
pedestrian celebrate the fire fest
branches tenanted by wings crimp
green roads give the spring's glimpse
thunder , wonder it came
its winter rain


 

seventh corner of the square

i'm  square, four in dowsy night,
alone in dim street light
all around seven corner of
seven world sleeping...
some lost in hastle ,
others reaping green.
some building king castle,
others loving their queen.
all around seven world of
seven corner living....
i'm your square with hidden corner,
the seventh corner ,
once again closed without your knock
at four..