These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
Let me not seek before my faith is… When the buds are trimmed for love… Not for unusual traits or heart wr… And not for solidarity to beg or r… Some debt; which my heart will dec…
Act amazed like it is done in plig… For all that winds care is comfort And delicate bid of sun ray slithe… Through the breast of a pregnant d… Act amazed like its done in plight…
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
As knowledge will enrich its own s… For so many comfort peace Will make aware, For so many sheet our bed Will yearn, for so many seeds
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…
All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves
Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
