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It was a beautiful Night that day With distant Moon shed it's ray; All the windows pane set to work- Only for my will to lead it's way; The Stars shined with lame excuse Hiding it's beauty with one another tonight. All of the Sky bound to me the fight Which I made that day with one's right. Slowly the day blossomed as I felt The Sun rising above my sight. It was a day which made me to feel It's all of Nature's Sleep. That Morning rose With Night behind. Showering blessings for the people who rose To meet out with one another once again...

He had been once to the moon-  And wondered about it's scientific delicacy;  He had been too close to the sun-  And discovered theories and fancies;  He had been under the earth-  And circumnavigated it's alarming beauty;  He lives in all of season's nests-  Wins all of nature's survival fights;  He dewelled with duality of science and soul-  Ripening knowledge of science to spirituality;  He feeds sensibility every day and bear fruits-  His children born out of his mistresses gain;  He wins everyday out of toil of work-  Yet finding oneself true to the laws of love;  He leads his family's court with forebearers-  The spring of time to mix with science;  He leads life not out of saga of fights-  Like what his neighbours raged to death;  He discovers his successor's steps-  To quote as truth for the earth to last;  He sings to t...

Like a thrill that stroke And woke me up right at dawn. Wondering at the hard rocks That held my home. And the morning dew That weeps over its walls. Beautiful flowers in the flower show Admiring the strongest eyes, Catering to nature's upbringing. Like hours to go for a kid To crash over its remains at last; What shuns me everyday- My hunger goes with nests and loaves. The air that makes me sleep Upon the rooftops of plunging glasses. Am i a bird that foresee time Birth counts ones revelation to love; Seeming to yarn at sunset The laziness goes with a shook Of ones sense of realsome fun. All of quantum raises to power And showers to invent for some. Willingness a mighty force Reaches wills and wows to live. We still quote our poets rhyme In all of our frame of mind. T too see the real face Beyond the walls through the empty air. I watch my incandescent love And speak with a blooming mind, To the moon that is far from reach; I still laid my face at r...

Have you ever seen the twlight, Beyond horizon, Above the reachable eyes, Having stood same for all Of all around the world. For all it's veins longing for the sight. Have we ever lived soulfully- For all the days until the end. Does nature ever divided lives, By differentiating its presence, And distinguishing it's colour from one to another person. But why does the world divides lives for ever Caste, Creed , Colour and Race. Filling veins with gush of hatred- From one to another And filling hearts with selfishness. Do we to care for the loss of one another If we are rich enough to see the twilight If the others ever cry at the sky If the others die for the lack of living lines. Should we all care for our neighbours If they face a difficult living. If we see the vision of the world Should we all live alike and lead; Behind us all of timely massacres By managing lost lives beyond our walls; It is possible to reach the vision of our lives- If we fores...

A Crack in the sky Sounding hard; Allowing drops of rain After it's manifestation afar; Have you reached the solemn pain That instills in one's eardrums; Getting saved from this cruelty One finds great rest after it's quickness; Still fun lasts for kids Unknowingly neglecting fear because of one's age; Days have goneby, knowingly or unknowingly For oneself to mind to one's duty; Growing up one forgets to remember Days when it rained or nights that were thunderstruck; For the pain of life too Removes the fear of this subtle death...

The lady carried the colourful basket- Laden with beautiful toys, Sounding high in the air, Above the basket that she laid on her head. Throwing words to attract kids Mostly of that poor class who often gaped at; She went to two streets- Now almost completed one-quarter of her toys. The sight of hers attracted many kids Those who simply played on the roads; The sun almost declined for the day The moon-lit night showed blackened clouds. The lady was still far from reach For the poor child who counted on the colourful toys. It became pitch dark when the lights went off! For the day followed her on foot after foot The child had almost ran into his hut- When it started to rain And the toy lady laddened her basket to the kid's home Simply to put back her sacks and baskets to safety. Light again, laid on the corners of the house The kid amused at the colourful basket Full of toys that he never had seen, Except for the small ones he got as gifts- From his mother's landlords. He had n...