To A Great Teacher

Life teaches where cognition not reaches
Sins when cognition not recognizes
Life towards ending preaches and man realises

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LIFE BEGINS THERE WHERE ENDS FEAR .

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To A Singing Bird

The art of purification of feelings
Gets flowered in the hands of one
Words are nectareous and healing
This art is eulogised by everyone .

Ay! The sullen valley smiles sprightly
The sky azure is filled with fragrance
Of flowers fluttering in breeze mild
Echoes the assonance of joy highly .

The pen that smokes such poesy
The rhythms that yodel emotions
Makes listeners in a fit of hallucination
Being lost in sea of literary pleasure.

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World , its relations and promises
are fake and delusion only .

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Sprituality : Power Unseen

Aimless lives men often spend
In the dark aura of ignorance
Like the armies in battleground
in darkness fight with soldiers own .

What can men do in suffering ?
Can they get from anywhere solace
Or they feel peace in pursuit vain ?
No , neither they are relieved
Nor get solace and peace in world .

On getting NO from everywhere
Men seek only contemplation
being serious and sombre like saints
Spiritual power supports the soul
Collapsing as weak as the sandstairs .

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Sigh of Longings

My longings wept by holding me
They were aware of this doubt
They will be expelled from the heart .

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From My Heart To ....

Tenderness of soul is a quality
Which makes us full of humanity
The breeze mild with fragrance
Spreads happiness with divinity .

Yup ! Happiness with divinity .
Needed in world of mortality .

Friends from our childhood days
Are showers of rain in heat of May
A song melodious brings smiles
In solitariness of burdensome life.

Yup ! The Nostalgiac sweet song
Gifts us the million dollar smiles .

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To Myself

Selfless are born all here
Strange it is for us to hear
World compels to be selfish
Or peace of life we ca'nt relish .

Aphorism replaces innocence
Calling it the needed essence
Of life we get to enjoy from God
All without resistance do nod .

Searching truth in artificiality
Human wriggles for humanity
Saints call it often irony irony
Ah! It is freshness in monotony .

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From Experience of Heart Innocent

A maze fully surprising is life
The path zigzag leads to unknown city
Yeats call it Byzantium with strife
Where soul strives for its final liberty .

A course acute dramatic is life
The blend of sorrow and pleasure
An opera thronged with various eyes
Where fate lies in hands of Director.

A stat of patience and ordeal it is
The effort it is to remain stoic simply
To surrender to the will of Almighty
I always call the test of tolerance it is .

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Bliss of Hard Times

Mirage lies before us unitil
We enter the phase of time hard
The mist disperses soon
And the clear reality appears .

When we put our loved ones
One by one on parameters of test
Crowd disappears leaving us alone
Friends remain no friend but fiend
Ha Ha Ha ! They befool us !

Bliss of Hard Times we call it
Teaches us to be strong enough
To strenghten our spirit to support
Against such dark phase of gloom .

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