Alone, I stand,
looking into the face of
The night, dark and dull
The owl gazes and grimaces
At my needful act,
That was wrapped in my sloth.
It felt the beat of my swirling heart
As I had wished and expected
And whispered through its stars
Sometimes words are not needed
Our actions and gestures
Fulfill the requirements.
I understood its teaching.
Tomorrow is my day.
I will daze the world.

You believe in the belief of your walking

Walking is the rising sun
You are the burning sun

Someone said summer afternoon is dull, drab and dreary.
Someone said summer afternoon is dull, drab and dreary

A. Grasshopper swimming over the golden grains said

It's a fascinating feast, the beauty of shiny sunflowers
It's a tap of enthusiasm, a nursery of bride butterflies.

He caught a bird
Close him in a dark dungeon

I went there

His legs were chained
His hands were chained

Hair were the mould of dust
The beard was the oldest jaundice

For months he hadn't bathed

To see me
Tears rolled down his hollowed cheeks
To the floor

Something he murmured
Something his sighs galloped

As I turned my back
I heard the longest cry

Let me go
Let me go

Of someone is silent
He isn't timid

But he knows
How to win silently

Under water,
We believe our capacity to come out,
Every problem is a deep dive
Trust your ability to get through

Dare if you're intrepid
And undress the poem
In the broad daylight
In the crowd
Thrash it with lashes
Of sharp-pins leather
Sit and watch
How much it groans
And struggle to escape
prostrate at your feet
To let it go
And reach its home
Nothing will happen
As you're thinking, laughing
It will pass through
Like an American president
After addressing people
And you will be flabbergasted
At its greatness

This is urgency
Time is pushing us
It's pathos
We're resisting
Suppose you are there
When a bomb falls

Is not your life worth living?
Aren't you parents?

Raise your voice
To squash the voice of war
Before you aren't more to dare

It's the only brave Poetry
That raises its shrillish voice
Against the tortures of War...

After war
They might impose anything on you

but not the language

We always blame fog
To ****** our warmth in winter

There's no blame to light
That doesn't let us talk to stars

Dark things are more valuable
Because they make white things beautiful

And white thingss have no business

Everyone reacts to whatever they get, Unsolicited.

You need to be calm.

Wisdom doesn't sparkle
It flows and creeps into veins

You're a perfect novel
Don't be depressed
If people don't like your chapters
You're genre of God's literature
It's enough for your delight and happiness

The child
Is a typewriter
Whatever we speak
It types for itself to follow

Having fast
Is making relation with God

Stronger

My story isnt interesting
It's about the survival on this earth.

Still it has ample to change your life

If
I don't trust my own capacity,

I'm a shattered glass

Who can mend it?

The absence
Of even a smallest thing
Brings to our mind
That we cannot survive
Without assistance

You have a lot of pains!
Don't be depressed.

Open one of them
And enter it to meet joy waiting for you

Beware
Of your
Overconfidence

It doesn't bark
But bites your achievement

Be it in garden,
at home,
Or anywhere,

        Flowers make friends

I love bees
Because they're perfect masters
In producing honey.

You hate them
Because they create only buzzing, so irritating.

Everything has jems too,
But our thinking is different.

Man hasn't come down the earth to drink wine

He has to prove
He is the best creature

Bizarre!
You **** your own happiness
By disliking the undesired things you get.

Bizarre!
You never thought of this.

Standing under the branches
I feel the warmth of the hands of a mother
Silent like the umbrella,
They safeguard me in the times of the heat
And in their lap
I lie and get golden times.

After tiger
Only man is brave

Enough to survive
Enough to inspire

Every opportunity is a dark room
Go into it
With the candle of courage
See what things are lying there for you

It might be empty
It might be empty

But keep the candle burning

The business of selling smiles is the most profitable that man has ever dealt in

Out of hectic days,
Free yourself for some thrilling experience:

Shake hands with birds, squirels, deers
And play with them, feed them;

They're the characters of our poems

Introduce to your child
Mosque, not the mobile

It must know the destination of its life

Education
Is to **** away the weeds from the mind of a child

Are you fed up with
Talking to angry and irritated people

Talk to your children
They will give you Unfettered delight

Prayers not returned,
Say again

When clouds drift away without rain

They come again

Every coin
Is rain
It falls in portions, in volume,
And gets dried up

Again we expect of rain.....

Competition
Isn't with others

It's with oneself

Success
Is sowed with commitment;

No commitment,
No seed sprouts,
But rather dies reducing to dust

Keeping cool
Is an act of a brilliant mind

That knows far better
How to use his brain

My courage is a hunter

And it hunts in its own style
No fears can escape
from its razor-sharp arrows

Better to not send
any Encouragement to put me down
Or no remanants will be found anywhere

It's the tiger, hungry and ruthless.

Decision-taking
Is a well judged and flourishing inning
By M. S. Dhoni,
And that makes a big difference in the end.

Whatever we do,
Whatever we say,
Whatever we see,
Whatever we touch

There's some love

So we are alive

What though
If I'm lame

What though
If I cannot run

My dreams are my legs
They might take me anywhere

A glass of water
Could save a single life

A droplet of compassion
Could save thousands