I know why my life is so beautiful
People want to know my livelihood?
I answer them the truth
They want to know more about me?
I reply them this is only my mind
I live only with the joy of mind!
An intellectual who always think he is the genius only
Always tend to find out my flaws
He asked me reversely,
Why are you so supple?
I answered him, it is the reflection of my mind
Cause I’m made up with the mud of my mind
That’s why I’m so soften!
A cunning beard person always give me the sermons
And say to me, righteousness brings serenity
I replied him, I only believe in the purity of mind
Cause through this mind I see, hear
That’s why I know why my life is so beautiful!
29th June, 2016
I didn’t appeared here only to be a poet
Rather wanted to find out the completeness of my existence only.
Never intend to prove my distinction
Rather strive to be a not-self only, mingled with all sources
I’m not brought down here to show my knowledge
Cause who boasts he is the only fit for this job.
Don’t have single intention to find out other’s faults
If necessary I would come here infinitely only to cleanse myself
12th May, 2016
I swept my canvas
Only to draw you
The moon disguise in you grined
Saying, “its too late wretched one!”
Hence, “I” lost forever within the softness
Of moonlight, still moonlighting as a leftover
From where the mellow blues forms
As the downpoure starts stealthily
Says, “will you willingly joint with me
In this harvest moody blues!”
9th May, 2016
Let me die in my way
Let me enjoy the art of dying
Let me be a single seed of the graveyard
Fromwhere it’ll rise again, dear
Try to discern it trough your plain seeing
Cause non-being always gives birth to beeing.
4th May, 2016
Now is the time to back again to the sweet home
Tattooed with the true words and end up the roam
Now is the time to hold the lance over decolorized page
Find out the meaning of inanities as it done by a sage
Now is the time to be calm my friends, to be refrained
Returning as a king of mind and throned here again.
2nd may, 2016
Now Its time to be a snail
To live life into the shell of snail
look out through its subtle whole
to the infinite horizon of soul.
be touched by the untouched memory
and the sad story of sanctuary,
from thence lets the exodus begin
through an unwounded journey
with the dream of Nirvan honey.
Nobody will hurt
If I would blow
let me be me
Let me out of me
my formless fairy!
18th April, 2016
The image that I’ve taken is the natural one
The way nature goes
The way water flows.
The image that I’ve taken isn’t stiff
It is rather supple and soft
It yields and breeds.
The motion that I’ve taken is only returning
Its like back to the sweet home
Its like dying in sleep after a roam.
The way that I’ve taken is to yield
It will thrive through your field
Likewise a hidden amount of ten thousand guild.
16th April, 2016