.....a soul born in india.....growing up making others smile....like's walking alone in the rain and admiring the nature...feels good when being alone, and that makes me busy penning down some lines in the name of poems....reading it funny people say i am a poet...am I? ...yu got to say that, once you gone thr ma mad lines n te nxt pages....never expect my poems to bring smile on ur face, ofcourse t wont...as a poet in my style...i like my words to make you feel n get urself involved, while yu goin thr ma lines...n i believe thts a poet s credit...n so i am....
though i always like seein smile on peoples face who cross me...as a human, i too like sharin their pain n tears besides smile...cos at times you will see tears are too good than smile...hard to believe but its true...
As forgiveness and sacrifice became ma daily habit..still ma soul and mind always waits for a sweet revenge for few whom i came across...but mild whisphr always hits my ears saying forget and forgive cos tht's makes a man different from others...and i smile thinkin t..cos people say am different........Am i? ......
many say they want to be like me n their next birth....lot of them shower me with their love n care...creamy words and credit...though i was given two hands to live with...i see many fight to walk beside me life long holdin ma palm.....somehow or someway everythin suddenly vanish and i become alone and calm....
which makes me to smile again....couldn judge God's plan...cos though he makes me come across a new one to walk with often...He never makes one stay for long....guess He like's me to share ma love and care for many n not for few....funny isnt t? ..
...........never mind who you are....good or bad you did to me....be free to hear my song...cos it always goes wit my love and care..same for all till my life long.....God bless always..
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For your passing, the lonely road waits
to feel your perfumed flavour, the breeze do waits
To make a merry dance for you, fresh leaves keep waits
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Everything I touch ends in fail
and it pains me like I am pricked with a nail
I used to think why it happens for a while
but my thoughts goes on endless like a river nile
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When everyone in this world gone to sleep
she is the only soul who awaken's from her bed
As she walks the lonely road
her dark shadow seen crawling on the wall
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In a hour I will die
thats what you.... asked me to do
never you think its my first time
am going to die for you
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lying alone on the shore
counting the stars above
tears glides down
cursing the days which sepearted us two
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