love,underground...

she one day died,
he now had pain,
the weight of love,
as he stands alone,
in the burial ground...

in the burial ground,
the soil under his feet,
is of decay and very weak,
has no bearing capacity,
he is sinking in,love on him...

the old corpses,
underneath,
laugh at him,
call out loud,
"a wasted life,
a silly sacrifice!"

he never cared,
because,
it's the virtue,
of his selfishness;
he would never let,
she have all the love,
they had...he did not
want, a empty void...


death had embraced,
but he would'n die,
he was love'sembodiment,
though sinking down,
to underground...


he lived love,
underground,
without air,
he did not,
suffocate...

underground,
he met her,
they mate,
they wait,
they knew,
nothing is permanent...

above,one day...
the wind blows,
the clouds cry,
underground,
trickled rain...

him,her,love,
together,dissolve...
they use ,the decay,
they absolve,
the soil,
make it fertile...


they absolve,
the soil,
they sprout,
from inside,
grow into a tree,
flower and fruit,
seeds of love...

on the fruits
and flowers,
birds and
butterflies,
feed,respectively...


they sing happily
"love never dies,
if so,it's a mere,
convenience,
a lovely lie..."

sorry.

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it's the hardest word to say,
but inside,it drives me insane...

Roger Won :)

It happened finally,
Roger Federer won today,
The highest honor,on the court of clay...

Alas!I missed the match,no advantage...
but i atleast caught him holding the trophy,
and talk the language,the French way...

Alas!i missed the match,no deuce,no ace...
but atleast caught him with tears in his eyes,
when they play,the national anthem of Switzerland...

He is the man,the inspiration,
I want to excel like him someday,
In all the things,i do everyday...

To the authority.

what is the significance?
when,
you comment on every characteristic,
battering their souls,with no mercy...

what is your accomplishment?
when,
you refute, with so much might,
against every argument,you cannot like...

do you really want a change?
then,
make them understand,with love,
instead of a remark,mark,scar and a scare...


do you really want to help?
then,
do not cut them deep and bite,
touch them deep,fine,soft with care...

do you really want to be effective?
then,
have fun,do it with a smile,
you too have evolved,please realize...

what is so serious about life?
if there is,
it is finally for comfort and fun,
so make a change,only with peace...

what is so permanent in life?
if there is,
it is in all ways passion and love,
in truth and justice,respect our share...

what is so fair about your life?
i can only see,
your displeasure,your impatience,
with no tolerance and acceptance...

objects in the mirror,are closer than they appear.

a wound,
on the palm,
it hurts...

it hurts more,
when seen,
because it's ugly...

not willing to see,
i think of covering it,
with something...

i conveniently hide,
i close the present,
away from my memory...

i hold a mirror with me,
it hides the wound,
provides, the rear view...

in the rear view mirror,
i see, so many behind,
i am feeling nice,being ahead...

(others to engross...
forgetting the wound,
letting it sore...)

letting their flaws allure,
laughing at their failures,
after all they are behind,losers...


now,tilting the view,
longing to see myself,
it's been a long time!

oh no!i cannot believe,
wounds on my face!
it spread fast,the gangrene :(

i cry and cry,
they pass beside,
throwing a paise,for me!

i never knew about time,
it can move,it has space,
i should have had pace!

i never knew about time,
it's not only mine,
it's for infinite...

i never knew about time,
it has layers,overlapping,thin,fine...
it is an ideal fluid,but with viscosity...


i never knew about time,
it's not just theory,an entity,
realising it through,mishappenings...

they were not losers,very behind,
instead,objects in the mirror,
are closer than they appear!

candles.

who lit darkness,
on those candles,

look how they dance,
against the blowing winds...

take a deep breath,
heave happily what you fetched...

blow them off,gift yourself a life,
singing happy birthday,in it's essence...

light them up with light,with you it matches...
get ready to cross the seam of darkness...

mix with the wax,mix in the light,
burn along in the winds, feel the lightness...

travel with it faster,to beyond the horizon,
you would light up darkness again...

you would light up darkness again,
then,with the zenith is your sacred union...

light up those candles,make a foreordain,
then,with the zenith is your sacred union...

coming back to life...

what did u write on the drops of rain?
it got the rivers flowing again,
and reached the seas in no time,
the oceans' roared with waves,of new shapes...
they reached the beach with a spirit so divine,
the sand on the beach had colors which shined,
they enacted plays,with the sun about to rise...
they suggested me a way to hear music fine,
i listened to all of them,infinite,their orders infinite,
i covered my ears with the oyster shell,white...
the shells were singing...

silently singing-
"we had a oyster living within...
a rain drop fell straight,
on a rainy day,very fine,
with a note written,for your name,
we had to preserve it,so you could see...
a sand grain from your feet,came to me
the other night,i let it in,
the oyster developed a itch,
he released a elixir,from his swindle,
he made a pearl,with lots of pain...
and soon lost his life,
it's beautiful,the way it shines!
it's still there in,please dive"


i dive,i find,the pearl that shines,
the message,"come back",
i came back,i stand here,
watching the romance,
between pink and orange,
in the twilight of the sky...

i came back to my life,
i made it all alone...
it feels nice...

i came back to my life,
i believe myself,i believe,
'love never dies... '