As a little child, I always wanted to be a butterfly but as I was growing up, the people who were heart of mine took little by little & piece by piece according to their capacity , and instead of being a butterfly I became a BAT.
who awakes at night , and fear of change in what remains keeps it awake at nights and keep it away from the beauty of life because when one realize the reality of things as everything will fade away things stop fascinating because As no matter what ,everything changes with time everything ends with time
EVERYTHING IS MORTAL. I learnt it in my childhood but
i just write simple lines to free myself from the burden of random words which comes in my mind of and on.Poetry is beautiful way to express feelings and emotions which on the other hand are difficult to express.Everyone takes POETIC lines in their own meaning and feel the depth and UNDERSTAND it by their own experiences in journey of life.Poetry can touch both depth and peak of sadness,happiness,and all other relative emotions.feelings are the most prestige element of human life.They have warm expression when one is happy and FROZEN STONE LIKE EXPRESSION when one in in the sea of pain.Writing keepS one alive after every death As human die hundreds of time before the ultimate physical death... i consider those people very lucky who had eyes to see and sense to feel the things around...and who have felt the depth of life,s reality and have touched "gham ki intha"....as we can see in poetry of JAUN ELIA...:)
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution