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Last hopes which lay Flasing lightening and huge thunders, And marching rain through blackening nights, Sitting on top of shaking chair With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare; Silent act of lightening candle And sticking to the lonliness at stay And wondering at the luminating shadows Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild; An old hut with roof of rags Through which rain still leaks; Like life still at will of god Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek; After the stage of reality will it cease, The pain beared till now with hardened soul, Like rain fully at it's roars And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul; Is it a pardonable act of raining life Which adds sorrows to choose; Will not the shower let stop ? And song of life with light revealed; Drinking water from old mug, After relishing throat and let it go A short sleep after thunder's rest Till the next day had hits it's quest; The memories of the last night Almost forgotten w...

She was murmouring some words ; I could not tell want she meant The first time she spelt my name I was completely lost to her Will she talk with me? It was my despair I could not realize her strength I was new to such a game She compelled me to take her out - To the outer world behind her walls. She was out of her world, when i let her free in the air, she might have flied so far very near to the reach of coconut trees. I felt she might fly more and perhaps she might reach her home On the nests her family lay But i was soon surprised, For she came back to me, Now standing near her home She had bought my lost vision. How she had been tamed to live Then i let her inside the roof of her home Built with iron walls She might breath through the same And view the outer world through the windows Still she spelt my name Almost repeating it twice now Myself, lost admiring her.

For the pleasing looks on his face - The wrinkles still unborn over the days, For what he walks beyond his strength? To race beyond his propellant memories. The day he sits around the corners- Of the rugged streets with his inborn sanity, Still dreaming for other's mighiteousness Always lost to the world, is it not to blame? War and terror,science and histories - Does the real world race with him at loss, Whom to judge,is it a unpardonable act or crime? Of this unquestionable role he takes. Nature throwing man to innumerable rotations - Still under the current of future's predictions, Life still worthy for all humans born now Can you foresee the truth of living? Will i teach him this scene of life - Like what others revolutionize with time, Beyond hopes and beyond my reach Whom to say, is not his life in the brim of breach? Politicians at risk to live for their bread and money - No answer for this mouse caught in life's rigs, Beneath the commons court would we lead Once, r...

For the bright constellation above my reach Destiny or luck were the shooting stars; For the sun or moon too near my sight Present became the admiring brightness; For the other planets on the milkyway around Future often realized in present evolution; For the land under supreme gravity Past burried under the gaps of surity; For the time on the scale of invention Seconds running to race ahead of truth;

It was two years back that I went to that place.It was a small village in the middle of cotton fields.The village when viewed through my bus window, you could see a small land piece surrounded by hills on all sides with a pond in the middle of the land.The main occupation of the village men was agriculture or the village men were relying mostly on cotton production.They have to wait for the exact season in a year when they are required to harvest cotton.At the end of the season the people used to remove the cotton from the plants and to market them to villages at their reach.They were also relying on the village fairs that were conducted every week at far off places and for other facilities they were relying on a town at about 3 miles away.There were no other facilities like good schools or good hospitals for the small children of the village men except the village heads who were quite finantially strong who lead their loved ones to schools and hostels in the town.So life became diffi...

I was walking in the grass. My mind was fixed in the view of two birds in the tree. I saw how the nature coexists in the land giving me some time to think about other beings.I was also bathed in the morning sun dew throughout my path.All the flowers were shining with new dews.A new start for the morning sun at a great distance from me.Slowly the sun light was lit and gave a welcome odour for the land at my stretch.The girls slowly came out of their huts to salute their nature which was so mild and fresh. I could see the whole land getting a new charm with people busy with their work trying to steal a chance to love the time which gave them all.

She lived alone.Right from the day she came out of her people.Her's was not a usual story of any other orphan.It was a climax in her life that she escaped from her nri parents.Both were not ready to bring her up together.As life of any other dejected life would tell.She was just waiting for that day when it took 4 years for the day to come in her mind.That day when she literally cried regarding her fate.Unable to feel the trouble it might cause to her fellow friends she just ran away.Not far beyond her happiness horizons.But within the boundary of life she had planned about in her life. She came to a stop where she always wanted to rest.She wanted to see how things are with ordinary people.She never judged about usual life never before that actually happened in her life.She never had a sister or brother near her that she could learn love.All other sons and daughters of her so called parents lived a life of luxury in their own ways in different countries.She was not a heroin or a pr...