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Poetry Series

kanav justa

- 47 poems -

Publication Date:

June 2014

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A Bad/Good Poet? ?

A bad poets

brilliant poetic expertiseentices others to tread on the dire course

kanav justa



A Crow Complains Of His Bitter Voice

a crow's eyes fixed upon a skylark

and weeps as he hear her saybenath the tree a shadow darkof his wings painted faint grey

how sweet she tweets, complains the crowwhen i sing why guttural i soundjust below of his frowning browtears marched towards the ground

every note from the throat of the beautiful birdwas a blow from the hammer to his headevery song from the bird that the black crow heardmade his eyes, burning bright red

fluttered his wings as he sailed awayto land where none sang sweetbut the memories of that morn of mayeverynight that crow would meet

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A Dead King Begging For Life

a king dead thousand years ago

Wandered without his skinin a land where angels growa world bereft of sins

he had been summoning someonethe one he called supremehe then sung some songs for sunhe praised him in his dream

in a blink of an eye, he did appearno shape no form he hadnor his voice the king could hearbut still that king was glad

the king then bowed in front of himto show him gratitudebeneath the feet, shook his crumbling seatstood the sungod tall and rude

** Impressed by the kings karmathe sungod spoke in the language of mortalsand said to the kingthat he could ask for a wishbut warned himto only ask what he truly deservesthe king spoke out his heart **

I badly miss the days of sorrowthe way i feared about tomorrow

after death found only joymore reverence than the king of troy

in every eye theres endless gracethats deficient in my human race

no hunger here i ever foundevery man walks with belly round

these blessings now i find as cursenow the king spoke out his final verse

make me the saddest personanyone would ever knowor make me some tree of eartha tree that does not grow

if you wish, i will be some fishor how about me a slaveor a soldier of a barbarian kingfrom heart who is not brave



make me a sun that does not shineor a star that does not twinkleor a sad old man of a lone caravani swear i would love my wrinkles

i am ready to be, a tiny bugi dont mind if i am born a wormor a cow that lives in some barren landwhere everyday comes storm

then he heard the voice of godhe said oh king dont mournthe life you seek doesnt come for free

you have to earn it like bourbon

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A Dreaming Child

if veracity stings dreams are delight,

i meet those dreams in the dawning night

where memories old, , too old too oldin a coffer stored, never were sold

in dreams I fall, in dreams I risein dreams like child I scream and cry

i see those things what I left behindback in time, where hearts were kind

like a gust of wind in dreams I am wildin sleep I am still a dreaming child

where memories old, too old too oldwe had a silken skin and a heart of gold

in the dead of the night when away lies suni am a noble man when my eyes are shun

but things they change when I awakethose mortal dreams, like glasses break

like breeze now I blow so calm and mildi wonder wheres that dreaming child

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A Father Without His Son

whole his life in days of gloom

he smiled and got things rightbut a picture hanging on the wallis too much of a plight

the echoes of his sweetest voicehe hears in dreams at nightall his dreams he now recallsto fill heart with false delight

and the sun has set for the final timehis son would never risea picture hanging on the wallis engraved in his gloomy eyes

the memories of his only sonhe holds them real tightin the corner of a lonesome rooma father weeps tonight

kanav justa



A Garbage Poem With Chracters From PH

Miss lyn paul has a bad day as some gangsters snatch a golden chain from her neck

she chases them and the story begins.....

lyn paul came running she came with a gunseeing her angry as hell, all the bad boys did runshe was enraged like a lion and her eyes were fuming red

as she was angry she then lit up a fireshe burn down a house where lived mr nairmade of wood was his huge old ancient bed

i heard galloping of the horses, as i saw mr brihe stopped his pony when he heard me cryhis mouth agape as he saw the fire blaze

he took out his cell and dialed a numberinstead of firemen he called a plumberin front of our eyes we could see the fire raise

with all his valor he dialed againbut to our surprise it started to rainrain from cloud made us dance as we did salsa

we waited for the rain to put off the firesaw a lady coming close she spoke a satireshe scolded us bad and her name was miss valsa

she said you two, you should be insidebri looked at me, again his mouth opened wideshe had a heart of a soldier, that lady was so damn brave

with a blanket that draped her from head to toewe called her our friend, and fire our foewhen we looked at her we felt so small and naive

she went inside, all we could do was starecause sights like these were few and rareto have a friend like her, lucky was mr nair

next to come there was rachel nicholshe prayed to the sun to summon a soula soul that knew how to put off the evil fire

as we started to talk we saw miss shazia batoolshe was witty as she drowned a small pipe in a pooland from that pipe she drenched mr nairs grand home

everything looked fine, everything looked goodthe house started cooling, that was made of woodmiss shajia then spoke, her voice had a sweet tone



seeing everyone helping, bri said thats enough

he said to me, now lets get toughhe said again, it was our time to shine

he took out his pen as he started to writeseeing him waste his time, I started to fightbut still he said everything would be just fine

after sometime he spoke what he wrotelaughed a bird from the tree and a black and white goatthe fire lost its fuel as he heard bri's serenade

soon the fire was off, mr nair was fineall hugged him tight, as we stood in a line

everybody was happy to see the fire fade

kanav justa



A Shitty Poem

Some things makes us wise and Some things makes us bad

Sometimes you just wish, you should have listened to your dadSometimes you wonder of the things that you have with yousometimes you just throw them, and bring yourself all newSometimes struck in chaos, when your thought seems to shutdownThinking of some shit, sometimes black sometimes brownWhy this fkuk has to happen always with meLike some tire I roll, where dogs come and they peeWhy is that when I sit down to write some serious stuffI know It aint that easy but it aint that toughI have tried it in the morning and I have tried it in the nightBut why there has to be some shit in whatever I writeCant I find some good words, some words you might likeTo find them I go to some fine place with my driver and my bike

Many songs I have heard and many songs I have sungBut when I sit and write, I see only cow dungOn a fresh morning, looking for something that could inspireI end up seeing some fresh shit, some fresh shit on some fire

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A Shitty Poem 2

time, drowns quick, like a stone in sea

in a day 10 times why do you have to peeif you want to save your time, you better listen to my every line

only empty when you start to overflowI bet with time your talent would growmy friend your life like a sun then would shine

if you listen what I say or do what I tell you to doin a day just go one time to the looand see how you roam in town just like a king

and if you listen to this next advicefor this you would have to pay no price

while you pee your favorite song you can merrily sing

so from today , no more standing in queueor pee inside of the oceans blueyou only pee just once, at night before you sleep

so now you pee only 365 times in an yearyou might wet your pants but still dont feartell me my friends this promise would you keep

from now, in a day you will save an hourno more wasting your time in finding a toweror a pole that once you would find to go for pee

that extra time you could spend with your girlyou can sing, you can dance, with her you can twirlif you want, with her you can share this advice

time my friend weighs more that the goldso from today, your pee you have to holdand add in your boring life, a little spice

kanav justa



A Tree In Thought Of His Mother

spring dies

she watches the leaves decaywinter mirror in her eyesthe sun lightyears away

yet a flower bloomsSafely in her bosomoblivious of the winters around

as she protects him from the vultures oldfrom the scorching heat and the weather cold

even the strongest galemust uproot her first

before it could pick the flower young

as long as she is therethe flower shall bloom in every seasonwithout fail

and now the flower has become a big treein dreams of his sleep he sometimes seeshow she sailed away to some foreign placein the winter he longs for her grace

and when everones gay, in the season springand the birds at the sky they sweetly singwonders that tree in an empty roomhow his flowers forgot to bloom

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A Wish Before Death

Some sweet night, whilst death finds me

where on earth she be, and if she comes to seeFor the last time her touch I will feelFew pleasing moments from death I will stealNo matter how sore that death will beIf she comes to me, I will leave merrily

Embraced within her herself, If she holds meGape her through her eyes, if bleak those eyes beIn that small a moment, my whole life I will liveI will ask for something, and wonder if she will giveFor the last time, if those lips were near meIf she comes to me I will leave merrily

If my creased hands can move, only one place they will beHer hands on mine, and only one thing I will seeIf the changing time, will alter her whitish skinFor the last time, if my poor hands will winIf in her big eyes, I will still find meIf she comes to me, I will leave merrily

I will look her in her eyes, I will look very deepJust like these days, if she will make me sleepIf few more moments are found by meIn that small a time, I will exist for eternityFor the last time, if my name speaks sheIf she comes to me, I will leave merrily

Just like in my dreams, if she firmly clutches meTell her to come close, her face I will clearly seeFor the last time, I will kiss lips of theeFew blissful moments before my spirit gets freeTasting sweet her lips, willingly I will fleeIf she comes to me, I will leave merrily

But if some case be, if she will not hold meNo words if she speaks, and sits like a treeFor the last time, if she still doesn't seeShe will still be a princess and I a small bee

And if her sweet voice is not heard by meBut since she comes to me, I will leave merrily

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And She Thinks Of Her Beloved

her lids conceal, not just the ache

but her dreams she shared with her lovethe autumn in her eyes, awaits the springas she seeks him in the stars above

a smile upon her frowning faceshe chuckles in the company of her mateswhen alone she mourns and never stopslike an autumn leaf she slowly abates

she saves her tears for the next mornfor she knows, the sun wont bring her joyher frail heart like a paper tornfrom memories of a lover boy

winter freezes her beating chestand blur dwells in her eyes and faceher life runs in those endless loopsof memories entwined in time and space

the rising sun has lost it's worthcool breeze never ease the painbirds dont tweet and sing in rhymeno fun she finds in pouring rain

when trust and love and vows were realwhy death it proudly came betweenbut death be not so proud and pleasedtrue love in hearts forever reign

kanav justa



Cloud And Stone

Cloud of the sky fell in love with a stone of earth

came down to the land he left his big old hearth

dressed in white he looked bright in the dark black nighton its will it would grow on its will it would cease his height

he trimmed his beard, he looked weird yet he wanted to shineas he looked in the mirror he said, cloud you look so fine

he scribbled in his arm that said, I love you dear stonein life, together we would smile, together we would moan

as he thought of the stone in his face he had a big smilehe painted his love in a page that he kept on a file

he went to the house of stone he came with a red roseon a day when the sun was bright he wanted to propose

he saw his stone lying naked, with another stonethey made love all night, cloud heard his lover moan

that night rained heavy as the cloud went back to his homehe told his mother he had been in love with a stone

kanav justa



Constant Sorrow

Everyday

A Sunday

Tranquil I stayAlone in my waynothing to playnothing to say

hairs getting graysadness they sprayand depressed i layStill without a pay

And all i praysomeone take me away

to a place where there are lots of flies at least I can spend my time killing them

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D For Dog

the way oh dear you wiggle your tail

the way you comely siti like the way you wet the polesi like the way you shit

and your charming tongue thats always outand ears that point the skywhen I see you next to meevery woe, they just all die

i love the way you dig a holei love the way you falli love you when you walk like usi love you when you crawl

i trust you like a rising suni love you like a stari know all words have failed to tellwhat a lovely being you are

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Embrace The Beauty

we speak of the splendor of the flowers when they wither

in spring there are too many of them for us to praisea day when the sun shall seize to shinewe will speak of its warm tender rays

we might learn to live, with no sun overheadand make own our sun, that gives its flamethe things would change, in time to comeour hearts no longer would beat the same

no singing birds, might then be heardall mountains tall, might one day fallthe flowing rivers, one day would dryour gleeful heart someday would sigh

embrace the seas, the blowing windembrace the birds that gaily singembrace the glory of the rising sunthings might change in time to come

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Far Side Of The Moon

the ocean's water

rose higherthe invisible hands of the moondrew it with a force mysterious

the earth beneathconstantly comforted by the calm oceanyet sweltering insideof the memories oldthough the sea pacified the surfacewhose watersecretly was being takenby the distant moon

Traveling back in timewhen earth was newbornspinning around the sunnot by will but commandof the dark forcesLuring the earth to be its partthe earth wanted to break freethe enraged sunfed earth with meteornot one but in thousandsstill not appeased by the destructionsent a planetas big as marsto annihilate earththe two worlds collidedthe earth somehow enduredthe other one though destroyedbut not completely

a part of that planetis now seen frolicking around the earththe one called moon, our allycaressing earth with his lightsent by the forces unknown

to keep an eye on the earthendlessly

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Fishes In Blues

vultures flying in number many '

over the vaulted skyfishes swimming in the seathey look up and they sigh

their eyes fixed at those fishes

a baby fish asks to his momwhy do we always hidewhen we see those vultures highas they circle in the sky

baby fish looking at the vultures with curiosity

a question he then asked againwhy are we weak and smallin glory those vultures they flybut why we always crawl

we did no harm to those vulturesyet they eat us in plenty

they kill us when we sleep at nightthey kill us when we playthey kill when we all think of godwith heart and soul we pray

'where do our prayers go'

why we are the ones who always falland like sun they always risein dismay her heart was bleedingyet hope dwelled in her eyes

hope that longed for justicewhy dont he protect usthe one who created us and everything

if he exists somewherewhy is he hiding

its a shame he spoke out loudfor the creator of the earthsome he made so weak like ussome strong right from their birth

'why this partiality'

now hiding ourselves is the only wayeven for the ones who have a daring heart



I wish I could fight these vultures all

and rip out their flesh apart

I would not be afraid if I lostbut to always hide I feel is a pityfor us who are weak yet still so braveI will end this misery

the mother smiled as she looked at herand said that she still was smallto understand the laws of lifeeven the mightiest fall

you think eating us is a crime

but have you ever wondered the samewhen you eat those fishes smallhave you ever felt their pain

life is just an ocean deepwhere death awaits us at the shoresome moments in life like sugar sweetsome moments we find as sour

where every being that lives on earthhas his/ her life at stakesome moments gives us glory greatsometimes our hearts it breaks

'Still not satisfied by her answerbaby fish spoke again'

I have seen humans

they live their lives like a kingas if they were the creator of everything

they commands the oceans and the landbut one thing i never understand

why nobody eats them, still they eat alli have never seen those mighty humans ever fall

why cant we live our lives like themno other race can eat them

so mother, what you said to me was wrongthe creator was always biased as he made them strong

the mother then said again staring at the sky bluewhat you say my son, is absolutely true

no one eats these humans



but still that does not make any difference

even though they come from a golden seedyet their heart overflows with greed

they need none who would make them fallthey eat themselves, the humans are dumb after all

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Greedy Eyes

thee ascend towards sun

Tempted by the shining lightEventually consume you in herFeel the gloom of the dark night

Armored skin with robe of greedA dream of fortress in the skyCitadel on earth mightiest fallsMan made gods with time they die

Thee exist in clemency of timeDeath conceal in some invisible cloakSlowly merging with your lifeLight from sun thine blood it soaks

Marching high with glory dreamsWhat good what bad it comes your wayVague visions never seeks the truthDead and rusted eyes don't pray

Love lost from two mates in loveLike love we worms will all evadeSome might burn so white and brightRest of us with time will fade

Watch your footsteps where they goTowards the end you swiftly rollThe pleasure you have been seeking forLay obscured in your mighty soul

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Haircut Blues

I prayed to the devil I prayed to the god

With scissors they were cut, that was mightier then a sword,I Look like a school boy, I look so fkcin smallLike the end of rome, my hairs did fallFor years they were fine, with the wind they were goneNow i feel cold at the twilight I feel cold at the dawnThick and dark and little messy they wereStranger I see, when I look at the mirror.

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Heart Of Stone

A broken wing, and a broken bone

Of a bird, that met a stoneLied helpless And was bit despairLooked above If god was there.Short of food And short of breathWas silently waiting For his deathAsked his wings If they could fly.Yes they said why don't you tryHe gathered his strength and wiped his tears.And soon he stood Without his fearsHis eyes stared at the Dark blue skyBut just then when he was about to fly

they grabbed his neck they grabbed it hard

with all his strength he could move a yardand yes those hands did hurt his bonehe had met a heart of stonesome ugly hands and a beautiful bird.He cried for help But no one heard.His wings were flawed And his muscles were stiff.He begged them to throw him off a cliffoh dumb bird, don't you get,look at you, it's a stone you met.To this, the half dead bird repliedSo what, if I dieJust for once I ll meet the air.And also see if god was there.

Stories of wisdom, that were once toldBut now this world had been so cold.He wished if those blind eyes could see.The bird was dead though his soul was free.

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Hole Hearted

i had a dream

the dream was beautifulso i shared it with you

i had a heartthe heart was fragilei gave it to you

you had a dreamthe dream must have been beautifulthe dream was never shared

you had a hearthuman heart but of stone

mine too frail to stay with you

yet it stayedbut yours went awayand left a hole in my heart

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In a cold cold night

Sitting at my home

Peeping out through my windowI could feel the world was cold outsideI lit up the fireIn a cold cold wintery night

I saw an aged man standingThe snow fell dark outsideThat made me curiousWhat was he doing hereIn my home, in my land

Shivering his skin, of the chill as I went nearAsked the old man, what are you doing here

This place is not yours its minewhere lies the dark trees of pine

looking at my cottage grandi asked him to leave my home, my landYou were never sent any invitationNor me and you have any relation

But before you go, hey old manyou must answer to meWhy did you come here

Dont you have your family, your homeIn a cold cold night, why did they let you roamHe did not say a wordIn a freezing night, silence was all I heard

But I could see a smile on his facehis eyes saying for the silencehe turned around gently

I still was waiting for him to sayBut in a cold bitter night, he went awayBlinded by the light in his eyes

I followed him in a cold cold nightI asked him againHey old man are you insane

Where do you think you would go nowIn an ice cold night you will survive howHey old man, come with me, I will give you a rideI know a place thats warm, not my home, but its on the other side

He looked me in my eye and said hey sonYou are young but my time is doneYou still have plenty of time to think



Rise like the sun or like a ship you will sink

Sitting at your homePeeping out the windowYou think the world is cold outsideSit with me awhileAnd peep into your soulYou will knowIt always was cold inside

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In Those Moments

As I close my eyes when I am alone

To understand the thoughts of mindThoughts like seeds which once were sownAs days of my life I rewind

ache my soul only to findto seek answers of question hardAbout friends enemies or beings unkindWho shattered my own boulevardOnly for a moment thoughMore wiser than the pope I thinksourness of this pitiless worldLike a prize of wine I merrily drink

We only are good, when we try to thinkAt times inside we try to lookLike a drowning ship that time does sinkThat fades away like a waning brookWe curse ourselves for sins we didAnd think of bad what others doUnhuman traits in those moment hidThat seeks for life for us anew

Life thats clean, where we are goodWhere friends are loved so are our foesWhere we know we have understoodSecret of love that slowly grows

To heavan, those moments they linkWhen eyes are clean, clear is the viewBut it does not matter what we thinkThe things that counts are the things we do

Sadly those moments when dieThe pleasant self of us is goneWe tend to forget the things we learnedHatred seeds once more are sown

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Karma

Bridges between them

Were burning so brightlyShe took him so seriousHe took her so lightly

So blindly she loved himUnaware of the dangerThey slept in the same bedBut now they were stranger

He bought her rosesAnd said she was amazingFor hours in her eyesHe spend all night gazing

She saw in his blue eyesA world full of gloryWhen she asked him to marryHe said he was sorry

She went home with wet eyesSome corner she lay weepingHe went to some hotelWith some girl he was sleepingWith pain in her heartNext morning she woke upShe calls up her ex oneAnd said they have broke up

She said him, she was sorryFor leaving him for someoneLets get back togetherI sware we will have two sons

To convince him foreverOnce more she criedHaha and heheShe heard from other side

Think what you doAnd then do what you ought toLook now at yourselfWhat greed it has brought you

Two eyes above usStares us every dayDire things we do nowIn the end we all pay

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Killing time or vice versa

Shadows symmetry

From the beam of the sunLeisurely distorts

Sun in no way changesIt's we who burnWickedly the wheel of time does turn

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Learning To Sail

a wind that blows that helps us flow

in the same course as our ships treadtrade wind then they are called at earththats what in books i have read

not always would they help us sailsometimes they run reverseits time like these, the same old breezewe humans would then curse

sometimes these winds would cease to blowas our ships sails in doldrumswe stay then still like a dormant hillthis rest then grows our bums

dont wait for wind to push you throughdont moan when they make you slowno one is going to come to take you homeyour land yourself you plough

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Lightning Out Loud

Lighting out loud

Hallucinating under the cloudWith greater powers cameDark clouds and the rainAnd also came the greedAnd a store of weed

Rising both the handsTurning water into sandAmused at others griefServing ugly and the thief

As I look into my faceHeart as cold as space

Remembering when we were youngSprayed good words from the tongueBut everything twists and twirlsOnce which was straight now curlsConsumed by my own soulWhen power is my goalWhen time would come to sleepI will think of it too deepWould it be hard to die?Or in peace, so calm I lie

I did just what I was toldAnd now I have got so oldJust want to ask oh godIf I am wrong please nodThe path that I did chooseWould I win or loose

So at the end of dayFrom heart to god I prayI ask not for the goldTell me where peace is soldI will share it with a friendIn peace I die in end

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Living Fake

Of the deepest sorrow

Of every dollar that I borrowedTo the stars I take a vowBut but let me ask you nowWhat's wrong with an old shirtand a bed sheet with some dirt.Or a pillow that is elsewhere from its placeOr a filthy dry faceScent of a socks that is oldsome yellow stain that remind us of goldAnd the holy waterfall, leaking from the tapAnd the sound from a stomach that rapsWhy should I appear to be cleanDress up well and look a little mean

And then again I look at some starTo ask, , Why can't we be who we are?Why can't we be who we are?

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Love That Fled

Have you ever tried to hear the mighty ocean cry

not by the ears but from the wisdom in your eye

the ocean sometimes calm sometimes notbut what if like human heart it begins to rot

the sun if frozen, berefts you of the raysand your heart old, not recall the pleasant old days

what if the cold sun, forever sets at westor a starving young child, never meet his mother's breast

if the mountain starts to grow beneath the barren landor if some child's ache, her mother never understand

if the freezing night gets, too cold for you to sleepwould you then think of, the promises you did'nt keep

would you go where you going, or for once would you turnto know how it hurts, never to be loved back in return

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Of a sinking friend

on a sunday morning, as i saw my clock

like usual i woke up laterays from sun blinded my eyeas i opened my main home gate

that morning though the things were samebut still my heart felt strangestill blinded my the light of sunmy pupil size did change

soon i could see the world aroundclear as the deep blue lakei cursed myself for my habits badat the night of staying awake

as i looked beneath, the side of my feetsi could see a small bird laya beautiful bird with a god's own graceand colour of wings dark grey

i picked him up to see whats wrongit was too small a bird to flyit seemed as if he was struggling to liveand his eyes said he would die

soft hands of mine did grab him hardas i held him in my handthe wings of bird to frail to flyand feet too numb to stand

a bond so strong between he and iin that moment i could feelbut he closed his eyes, and my heart still sighsof the pain that the time didnt heal

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On A Breakup

The day you left, as I recall

You stood so high, you stood so tallNo wonder you couldn't hear me saySo high you were, so low I laySince she has left many have leftI wish if those promises were keptMy vision has now started to blurMy hairs have shown their true colorOnce which were, as dark as blackHave started to grow, on my backAnd some of them which couldn't changeHave left my skull and I look so strange

Since she has gone, I am a different man

Faster than usain bolt she ranI saw her going from my eyesNot a single word and no good byesNow everything I see Is blueFrom movies to monkeys of zooEvery night is same, same is the dayI wish like you if I could playAll says now, that I am so rudeI hate myself when I see me nudeEverything I do, reminds me of youMy biceps have shrunk by an inch or two

I shut my eyes, I no longer sleepI tell someone, he is a son of beepFriends have turned into my foeThey call me now a crooked crowIts summers time, and I feel so coldWarm me my love, before I get oldBefore I breakdown, before I sighYou can always mend me with some lie

I love you now, I love you thenI love you like cock loves his henI love you no matter where you are

Till you see me in some starkanav justa



Only If

If I was some gruesome being

And if I was a crocodilelay my teeth into your throatWhen I saw your ugly smile

if I was the king of woodsAnd if I was lionRip out your heart, with my fistPlay with you, ding ding doin

If I had no bone in me,And if I was born a snakeConsume you, complete in meNo time I would waste to bake

If I was born an evil crowFrom high I would take my aimShit is something I likeI bet youd love my game

If I had a poisonous stingAnd if I was born a beeBite you at your covert placeYou would find it hard to pee

But since I am a human beingBeing human is what stops meSo come to me, my sweetest friendWe will have a cup of tea

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Paradoxes

Judge not a heart of someone by his shadow

see not splendor always from the eyedont speak of a man from his frowning browor the way his poor heart sigh

dont measure the grace of mountain tallby his size or by his mightits not the snow that makes the mountain coldbut his unconquerable height

dont tell of a star by the flames on its surfacewhat matter is the heat of the corethat decides its fate or else it's too late

for a star to live a day more

dont measure the joy from the face of two loversfrom their vows their fate you cant telllove like gold is bought and soldlovers they bid farewell

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Seeds Of Life

beneath the ground, a solitary seed

no mates are near, he hasn't anystill and slow it rises and growsthat later blooms to flowers many

never does it ask more from the skiesdust and dung is all it needyet not all grow so proud and tallthousands like a stream away they bleed

from a minute shell, no one can tellhow it later be a big strong treesoldiers of this giant earthno stronger knight your eyes would see

with a man-made axe all comes to endit's sad that it has to end this wayit's men like us for profit sakeheedlessly with the nature play

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Strange Lover

He never bought her roses

Never said she was sweetNo gifts to delight herNo fine lines to greetNever said the words he wanted to sayHe loved his lover in strange own his way

No promise he gave herFor scare might they breakThough seldom they strolled nearThe woods by the lake

Fought now and then at the timeWhen he missed her

In thoughts he would hug herAnd sometimes he kissed herIn grasslands of lovers he was so naiveHe loved his lover in strange own his way

He knew he was awfulBut still he was thinkingBeneath the wane moonHe was slowly sinkingSeeking for answers why she was awayHe loved his lover in strange own his way

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The Avengers

When the heavens roar

In the language of the hulkQuivers the bad

When the ironmanshoots cynicismThor's sad

And the captain of americaWith only a shieldwishes more he had

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The Chosen One

They said i was the chosen one

chosen by the mankindone who catches fly at willthose flies now i must find

seven in one attemptwas the best i ever coughtbut to catch those flies in handnot a single dime i got

so if you got some flies at homeand if you want them deadfly that veil inside your storeor sleeps beneath the bed

next time when you would see them buzzor hear their brm brm soundno dollar would i charge to catchonly just fifty pound

so if i catch twenty of themfifty is the price for oneno discount please expect from meonce my job is done

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The Cosmos Turns Wild (In A Dream)

into the night sky

gazing up at the shining pearlsat my balcony in peace i layas my thoughts in the night unfurls

staring at the world far far awayadorned by the stars was the nighti explored the sky, heart filled with joyas my eyes travelled distances infinite

the night was dark but not the starsthey shone like the gems in the skyand at the earth, there were songs from the bugsin background i heard some owls cry

alone I was in a solitary nightsoon i was talking to the starseach one of them was my childhood friendface of the moon marked with some scars

thereupon i saw a falling starthat broke the silence of the nightnight was getting dark and dimand the sky spoke of his plight

and soon the sky was no longer the sameas the stars started to disappearwhat saw my eye, only made me insaneand darkness not the only fear

still staring at the sky blackmy true friends they were all goneconsumed alive by the forces darkthe end of the world had come

a funeral in the night of the immortal stars

i had seen in front of my eyenight was a widow, without her pearlsand the moon i could hear him cry

soon i could see my parents aroundall hope lost in their eyefor they knew, our time had comeit was raining death from sky

soon those forces would come to earththey would rip us all apartwith broken words I tried to tellI spoke all from my heart



what it meant for me to havesomeone like you always aroundi could sense my moving lipsbut lost was all my sound

and as the world ends in peace tonightthere be no soul left alonein your arms, gladly i would dieand none is left to mourn

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The Egg

Covered with a shell, as white as snow

You wonder how will be the insidea present for the men of earththat under its shell hide

Break it and then you will seeyellow liquid like some molten goldcheaper than a poor mans breadby the merchant, it is sold

and if some case bewhere you see the shell not whiteStay calm with the merchantdont go nuts and do not fight

thats laid by the local hensits for the people who are wealthyCostlier than the regular onesbut a bit more healthy

when you study, whats it made ofand inside it, when you try to enterEmbraced as one, by some mysterious forcethe yolk is held to its center

eat them and feelas your bones get hard as rockability of only the hensI wish if they were laid too by the cock

Behold them with your eyesA sight that would make eyes glitterhave half a dozen a dayAnd forget the sorrows and the days bitterpeople might question youand ask what have you done 'what you ate could have been

some cock and his wife sonthey will look at you like some criminaland say you are so meanbut remember only one thingits a great source of protein

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The Old Man And His Grandson

His brows bright as the froth of sea

And spine that was somewhat bentLanding on heavens abodeHis soul it floating went

Wrinkled skin and wrinkled headStreams of rivers in his handNot many came as he bid farewellOr to bury him beneath the sand

Some people giggling by the parkSome poking tree with a dartAll said his soul may rest in peaceBut they spoke not from their heart

I knew not who, his loved one wasEach face I saw was just the sameAs I searched for some sad frowning soulOr a heart where dwelt some loss or pain

Some years in past, when he was youngHe raised loved ones of his big hearthAt his final days the same old manWas the burden for those men of earth

But just when I was about to leaveI saw two eyes not same as restTears went down his face too fastAnd a mourning heart inside his chest

I went to him said why you weepA boy of age seven or eightHe said he wants to leave this placeAnd go where goes his grandpa great

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The Transformer

Bright was the colour of white

dark was the colour of redmy friend had an ass like facemy friend had an ape like head

To the gorgeous girlseach day he would proposenaked in the beachin the morning he would pose

Girls used to assume thathe had gone out of his mindbut he was smart enough to entertheir washroom and said he was blind

With pretty girls of townhe wished he could get laidsome of them came for freefor others few dollars he paid

Sometimes he used to stay idlelike a buffalo of some valleygirls use to run awaywhen they saw his dreadful belley

To each passing girlhe would pass his wierd smilelate at night with that girlhe was seen doing it the gangnam style

He did not care if the girls were blackhe did not care if the men were whitein morning he slept with lucyand slept with james at night

This was never the friendthat once i used to knowbut life takes its turn

and life gives us its blowSomewhere back in timea different life he hadhe was a bright personhe was a bright lad

An evil friend left my friendlost and dry and coldthat has turned my friend to dustthat once did shine like gold

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The World Today

the withering heights of fading grace

a mirror not reflect all, but only the facewe have heard the wise men proudly sayskins and bones they wither awaydespite knowing the answers allwe tread on a path where we bound to fallwhen truth lay close , we close our eyesour sight lighten when it meets the liesof all the miseries when this world is doneour night will eat the glittering sun

the world today is a world of shamethe world today would forever be the same

where a fortress never built on a bedrock of trustwhere no gold enough to slay the thirstwhere death gives more joy than a child when bornwhere heart loves to keep another forlornwhere before the dreams comes reality firstwhere we speak of love but inside there is lustWhere we dream to conquer the sky abovewith swords and guns, not faith and love

from heart and soul we would always be lamethe world today would forever be the same

with the might of the eye we look afarabandon the things which near they arethinks a fool when like a wisewe never see the world by his eyesnot every light can light a soulwe sink like water from a holehere joy for me is sorrow for youthe world is cold like morning dew

where we love to write we love to blameworld today would forever be the same

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The 'X' Factor

When I had X money

three called me honeydays were sunny

as I was a fine playerBy gambling plus some prayerX became 'X' square

Water became wineTHREE became NINEThey said they were all mine

But soon inflation inflatedWith time X abated

And since NINE with X were relatedNo further with me they dated

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Turning away

I went into an elite bar

And asked for precious wineI tipped few dollars to thomasTo Impress some friends of mine

Then in search of expensive bootsI went to the nearest storeOn my way I tipped tracyWho I wonder was a whore

As in street I was passing byWith haughty head and collers highMy feet I felt did not touch the groundMy pompous soul was at the sky

I saw a man approaching meI could sense he was in painCalled lunatic my dudes of townThough we knew he was all sane

He greeted them with sparkling smileAnd they greeted him with stonesNo friend he had to share his griefSo at night he would quietly moan

Low voice I heard as he gazed at meHe asked me for a penyHe requested me to search my jeansIf my pockets had them anyThe old man wore a ragged shirtHe had a big brown beardCold and dry I passed him byAs if no words reached my ear

At time of day we are sightlessNightfalls we close our eyesWe might hear the laughing menWe will never hear their cries

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Uncontainable Nature

leaves when touched by autumn

fades to color greynone can stop them fallingno prayer would make them stay

you cannot seize the night darknor can conquer the glittering daya skylark when forced to singgoes swiftly away

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