My existence matters to none,
Am but, someone long forgotten.
None ever wondered where I am.
None ever wondered how I am

My reality matters to none,
Am but, someone long forgotten.
Someday try to talk to the sun rays,
I did complain to him in numerous ways..


My capability matters to none,
Am but, someone long forgotten.
Sometime, try to understand the star's rhyme,
Saw them changing, I recalled you everytime..

My name no more matters to none,
Am but, someone long forgotten.
Dear, All the time I miss you Oh my fear!
I miss you everybody, I swear...

My existence matters to none,
But to me.
My reality matters to none,
But to me.
My capability matters to none,
But to me.
My name matters to none,
But to me.

What once was caused by the heart
The smile but now is pulled by brain
Flames of passion that danced in eyes
Now a lovely heart they maim

Although we are flesh apart
I feel your pain all the same
And though we are souls apart
Your soul's on fire, I feel the flame

But fear not, friend, the flame will die
I've seen the water earn its fame
And if the water turns to ice
We'll perish together and roam the skies.

FATHER'S DAY**

Dearest father, of all beloved,
Father's day, too reminds me of you..
Does it matter to you?

Dearest father, of all loveliest,
I really do wish to wish you,
But how do I do?

Dearest father, of all sweetest,
I wish if you could hear me,
But dad is busy bee...

Dearest father, of all cutest,
I wish if I could sing along -
For you, father's day song...

Dearest of all father dearest,
Did you bother to see my greetings?
Or still lost in meetings?

Still..

My father is the bestest,
The bestest of all friends and family,
The best of all actuality..

My father is the sweetest,
He does try getting free, you see,
Well, never that for me..

My father is highly intellectual,
He knows, a father he would remain..
So no time he drains..

But dad, you know what,
You don't treat your child any well,
you make my life hell..

Miss you so much papa,
You would have no time to hear..
At least tomorrow, be here...

You are not the judgement people make of you
Nor are you your supposed flaws
You are not entitled to believe you can't,
Just because they said you couldn't.
You are not the servant,
Of the demons that envelop
Your entire being at 3:45am in
The morning.

Instead

You are the little things in life
That make you happy.
You are a beautiful Sunday morning.
You are the way your eyes sparkle
With happiness when you read a good poem.
You are the chirping of birds at 9am.
You are everything great.

But most importantly,
You are YOU

-JN

I  bought another dog,
And my dog left talking to me..
Been 8 days..
I sob,
He stares at me...
Tried all ways..
Now, Tired of all ways..

He still doesn't agree,
I love him a lot,
I love him too much,
But he doesn't see,
And has forgot,
All my love as such...

You have so many restrictions applied upon - Freedom of speech, that instead of being taught about it, you  need to be taught about ' restriction on speech '..

Seriously pathetic. I can't really see people blaming the politically elected government for vague reasons.

This is literally hundreds time worse than hell.

When the dusts settle from the last wheel
and the sickle moon stoops on the bamboo grove
the dead rise in the whispers of the southern breeze.

You may hear them splashing the canal's water
beneath the hazed halo of one quarter
by nocturne music of barn owl and crickets
in lights of glowworms from darkest thickets.

If you stop on the Rotwood Bridge
can hear them sing in gay abandon
though we're now all dead old spirits
the night can't make us anymore forlorn.

The twin moon may from the ripples broken
beckon you and if your spirit awakens
take a plunge for a joyous down go
amid cheers from the watery hollow.