PERSONALITY

Nature

This is one of those poems that reveals the truth of all humans so called inventions which are observations of the past from nature. Here I confess Nature is the store house for creativity.

NATURE

Dropping down the growing mountains,

Glittering down as sparklets of fountain,

Spitted out by solid rocks,

Remain in memory a flocks…

Learning had man repeat nature,

Annoyed he was not equally beautiful.

Captured in frames the act of nature

Will later modify calling his art in future.

All’s that we had seen off nature

One’s fine, is he has a departure

Oh, ye all not you alone fellow being

Her beauty barrows as you in you

For all that’s yelled imagination, creativity;

Are the road down the memory lane

Where you cherished nature’s fame.

LOVE NATURE to be CREATIVE & IMAGINATIVE

NATURE alias CREATIVITY

Wow, Where does the nature derive at its creativity ?. , I wonder.. Never can one arrive at a conclusion on the where about of nature's store house of creativity. This is one of those powerful yet pleasant moments that i could capture in my eyes and pen it down. If not for nature's beauty, man would have found it hard to define many things such as creativity, peace, harmony, etc..
Imagine you are in a place of nature's home ground where no one can match the abilities or challenge nature. Its just that we all fail to realize we are already in one. This, I wrote when I understood nature has its own role play... :)

DEW, ADIEU .

Twinkling on the green meadows,
I saw it dropping down the grass
Could I no where disturb my eyebrows,
And my ears tuned to its phonetics.

Yet, could have not I taken it a piece,
captured on frames remarking peace..

Not a dream. Not a myth.
Not mad. Not an imaginant..

It was a ploy of draught.
And it had poured down the right plot.
But it could only sink grass,
and not make water in dams clot.

When it was gulped by a bird,
I wish me not to be a leopard,
to vanish that site of mine,
which was right to be described as fine.

oh Nature !!.. You are forever my Teacher !!!.

Personality or personal lie ?.

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PERSONALI(E)TY

Never could be given by words
Nor should be inculcated in others
Yet should be discovered in you
By the you in you.

For all those who define it
Certainly are they not confined to it
For all it is personnel
Wrongly known to be communal

For now thought as development of it
Faster than galloping horses
And those who dramatize it
For me actually trauma-tize you.

Intelligence

Poor "intelligence".. ;)

INTELLIGENCE

All though the ages it had traveled,
Under the name of intelligence
For now it is protected from damage,
By other’s intelligence
Thus makes intelligence a foe to itself,
Is struggling to emerge out seeking one’s help.

TIME

I love to read this poem. The truth of life and TIME.

TIME

I wonder where it was born
For it tells when we were born
Tireless it goes on
But with fear we pass on
For it not have we pass on
For it not have a soul,
Yet remains an immortal sole
A mastery of it is impossible
As the questory about it is not resolvable
Panting after trying to chase it imploys
Our faultry in falling a play
There is no one to tell when it all begun
And for all your highs and lows
They call it for you “TIME”.

To my Friend

This is one emotional poem that i wrote to my friend,

IS IT (WE)US ? – I

When it all begun between us
Neither of us knew it will melt thus
The word us is now you and me
But in your growth lies the key

It had all between us kidding
Now there is something more you and me
As long as you and me exist
I wish no intrution even by dust [pests]

Now for me, worries are two,
Which you be aware too…
One is at whom you’ll be with
And other is whom should I be with

For all I am just a friend by you
Yet something more judged by me,
Throughout your life journey of a train
Its not me an alongside passenger off a train.

LIFE is LOVE

This is the most weirdest poem that i have written, guess it conveys something. :D

LIFE IS LOVE

Devoid of my stolen self I live
And the act of stealth alone lives,
Lively and you look moons, stars, hills
To peak you their testimony of its ill.
The clouds itching eyes and time ticking hours
My lids wide open unwillingly the sleep.
For it defined creativity, wide open our,
Your, my latter later sense
Need you the art to art life
Have had you and your’s heart life.
You query the Sun, Moon, Skies all
For it to stay as they say stay
Alas not you stay a beard
With your’s and you remain bared
All this not teens not dreams
But all sans teeth, sans smell – [ sansteens]
Smell this mud of far past.
For it teens leaves em sans vision
Sans blood, sans brains, sans reality
And all this good by sans hair.
Longing the youth em for them life is
But thrust render you life is from it…

FULLEN MOON -realisation and revealation :)

When the world awaits for Miracles to happen every time something goes wrong, a very few orchestrate their own miracles that sounds perfect to be lauded as benchmarks for the future generations to follow. But one thing we all forget is that every single human mind has the capacity to orchestrate and make millions of Miracles happen in our own lives. This is a piece of self realisation that i acquired when I was in one of my lows. Ya,. that's when I pen down my creativity( i call it so, dunno if it is ;) ). This piece of my scribblings gets me going every single time when I feel conered to one of my lows. I call it the "FULLEN MOON".

FULL(EN) MOON

Never does the moon hide itself
For we see only a part for days
And wait for its skylit exhibition
Longing for that night prolong

Thus does a human await his goodness
Where he blamed the time a foe
And for all his no(moon) good day
Does he complaint his sixth sense?

Thrown into dark does he feel
When it went a no moon day
But does he the sixth sense ?.
For he throws them into her dark

All these haze of beliefs
Are to be thrown out as Myths
For if one goes his way,
Everyday looks a full moon day.

I hope it conveyed what it was meant to. Now tell me, isn't it possible for us to orchestrate our own miracles ?.
We, humans are always unsatisfied with what we have and doubt our own capabilities which in fact is beyond our abilities to estimate our capabilities. Now, enough of talking, get yourself rolling into what you want than what the world shapes you. After all, its your happiness that you claim for. :) :)..

SPACE

There are many a words that are used in different context.
Well this is one way of describing the word “SPACE”.

SPACE

To find where not it is
Man must point out where he is
To communicate without it
Is to live when you are dead

By solving its mysteries
One could not only feature in history
But will also feature its story
With a honour of its majesty

Fooling it is impossible
Also hiding it is impossible
It is for this people would struggle in future
As there is rapid growth in number of creatures

Pointed steel cylinders have crashed through it
Yet no one has won a battle with it.
It would take me many days
To have described what is all that “SPACE”.

SUN DAY

THE S_N

For we not to go into dark
It burns itself throughout its park
The shine of thy remember we,
While in dark we look of its Moon.

Not though do we stop complaining
Of it for it our head burning
Don’t realize we it itself is burning
For whom we seek an illuminant

For its patience of it burning
Shows upon its gesture of it glowing
For all that we should pray is
That it not lose its temper

And remember that the world would go dark
When (if) He goes asleep.

fallen in love !!!.

for all those who search for what to do, I recommend to

"fall in love with life"

The best of things to happen to anyone is to have " fallen in love with life " . The best way to do it, is to live in the world you never dream. Dreams are your unfulfilled wishes that get fulfilled at least in your imagination when you sleep. Chasing one's Dream is more or less chasing your desires. Man has traveled a long way, centuries and has not learnt to differentiate desires from emotions. Emotions don't disturb you in dreams. Now recollecting you would say "hmmm". If you recollect, you can realize when ever there was a bad dream or a damn happy one you tend to wake, if not from your bed at least from your sleep. At that time you sense true smell of reality. Have you wondered what wakes you up ?.. Its your emotional bond towards a person who met with in an accident in your dream or your friend who took you on a long walk on the mountain top. You know what it does to than others. You know for those whom you feel so than others.

We try to define everything in life, but fail to realize most times there is something that our science cant explain. Even as they say they find genes, hormones react in a specific manner when we interact with others. But no proper reason why and even if one is found that is to satisfy inquisitive minds. We forget there is only one language that is 'universal' and that rules mankind back to his senses. We have invented words and dictionary to find out their meanings but not any for the true emotions. Nothing can describe that properly. More than all, its love that makes a man define anything else in life, but used as different words like passion, spirit, dream, success etc.. Dreams are mostly forever lost desires. Most of these in the current scenario are materialistic and hence will never come to an end, at the same time keeps you disturbed. But that one parent feeling which has the true meaning and purpose is to have " fallen in love with life " ...

I have "fallen in love with life"....
Waiting for you too... :) :) :) ..

way too many

I wonder what makes a few in the world to have many wives. Who knows ?. He will well ask us to tell if we were happy with one. And who has the answer for it ?. :P

WIVES A MANY

Distorting the value of life
One can have many a wives
While fathoming its unnecessity reason
One would find him a mason,
To construct other’s life,
Certainly not standing on knife.

For it does not reach other’s brain
And results in every one’s pain.
Rather if he could stop him,
He could prevent(deny) other’s life to dim.

Poverty line

This was written in search of the death of the term - "Poverty line".

MORTAL LIFE

Yet so far but nearer to it
Are we to face the feel of death
In this world of dis(es)
Where on we survive death

And here life is monetary
And its survival is from hunger.
Hauling pomp and paegendry, for truth
Truth of(f) life is kept dormant I fear not it to be extinct

Nailing in to taste blood,
instead Should nail in to taste C.S.F.
Fathoming below a line the number,
I wonder when would this line number
Feel the fear of death
Where everybody call this POVERTY LINE.

Space

'Space' has many meanings, but these are only few...

SPACE

To find where not it is
Man must point out where he is
To communicate without it
Is to live when you are dead

By solving its mysteries
One could not only feature in history
But will also feature its story
With a honour of majestory
Fooling it is impossible
Also hiding it is impossible
It is for this people would struggle in future
As there is rapid growth in number of creatures

Pointed steel cylinders have crashed through it
Yet no one has won a battle with it.
It would take me many days
To have described what is all that “SPACE”.

Seeking justice ?..

This was one small poem that I wrote for seeing our inability to accept that we ourselves are the reason for the poor to grow poorer and suffer more. We do injustice but wear a mask, and try to voice out the worries of the poor, not ready to share it with them. Poor human mind tries to justify himself but only ends cheating his conscience and does injustice all around. Now dont try to deny and get angry on me. I accept this. Join the list who accept this and lets come out off our foolishness.

SEEKING JUSTICE ?...

Seeking ‘Justice’ not one can win,
the drama of life without committing sin.
Where-in here ‘Justice’ just poses its antonym,
while its synonym goes into dark.

Holes in it, not by rodents,
casted in for crime by man in day dens.
For the colored notes for now adorning the world
and the sub-crusted wealth glued (adieu-ed),
for the somebody who will be born in future.

While poor people have 3 meals a day dreams,
Most of we people live through their dreams.
Ultimate Justice is that one could disobey Justice,
prevailing for his good day.