Like a Nymph

Butterfly with wings
Dare to touch the sky
Dared to see the heaven
Can also fly across hell
Butterfly with wings
She smiles like a caterpillar
Walk like a nymph
Dare to cry
Dared to smile like a beast
She laughs with her sweetest thought
Giggles with her wings
She came to meet her lost self
She's the butterfly with wings.

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Bloom again

Why did Pathos sleep?
Is he tempted by Aphrodite?
In the twisted tale of yearning
Shall I mourn for the death of my desire
Or I must wait for her to retire

Her red dry lips are stitched by the sweetness
Eyes are the hands of my weakness
Sight is engulfed by reason
A mariner stops to give back
My lost Spring seasons

She talks more and speaks less
Wandering around in a holy mess
The strings of her eyebrows are captivating
Athena ruled Athens
But through Dryden's eyes, she caged me
The tempest froze our feets
Ceased my verses from sailing to Byzantium
And made them crawl towards the haunted romantic chasm
To the wailing desires of Maud Gone

You are neither the epitome of love
Nor a part of the goddess Iris
So I love to be loved and will love being hated
The unspoken words that sleep with you
Will be the dawn of your paralyzed Maud Gone

Gone have cursed Yeats with silence
And loved him with ease
But you loved to retire your desires
And stopped me to freeze

If Aphrodite made this twisted tale
Then we shall not cease to fight
Will get the laurels
To bloom again in the dusk of lost spring

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Enchantments

Should thee be killed?
Or thine Killing beauty be killed
She who lives with the curse of beauty
Shall live in a possession of an Ignorant shrine
Parish to death or drink Cleopatra's tears
Another Brutus must not rise,
if such mortal men start conquering
learn Cleopatra's enchantments to conquer his mortality

She who lives to curse the beauty
Shall not be killed
Your art cannot be sold in the vendor
Age can wither you
But no custom stale your infinite variety

Thine beauty must live
Not to conquer nor for sublime
but to parish us to Antony's shrine.

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I hold on to it
I walk on to it
I became it.

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Levitating

The eye of you is eye of me.
The peace of you is piece of me,
The beautiful bride dressed in melancholy with the shroud of mine.
The ornaments you put on to shine are levitating in the smoke
The dust in your ears are freezed in the fog
The Trembling fingers are lost.
the drowning anklets got the fame
The lips found the name, the nose detected the snakes
You must die, your fragrance must live.
The golden rays of the sun are your sheath
The blood moon in the beach is dressed as bride
The bridegroom wore her spectacles
To unlove the beauty of their shrine.

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Kuch pal mey hamne har pal ko jiya
Ek pal mey hamne kuch pal ko jiye
Aur Har pal mey hamne ush pal ko jiya

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A LETTER TO THE STUDENTS

No matter in what situation, surrounding and in position I am. I have always greeted them with all my heart , touched the feet of my teachers. I must tell you the peace I get after getting the blessings of the teacher who taught me in my kindergarten days is way better than the contentment I get after getting good marks in my examination. I believe you can score good marks even without having blessings of your teachers but to have a balance and a successful life we need their blessings.
If you have respect for your teachers you will seek for blessings not attention.
And in my opinion the vibes that come when you touch someone's feet or when someone blesses you genuinely by heart are really very positive.

This is what Kabir says in one of his Dohas.
"गुरु गोविन्द दोऊ खड़े काको लागूं पायं।
बलिहारी गुरु आपने जिन गोविन्द दियो बताय।।"

Here kabir says, if teacher and God are both in front of me, who will I greet first. He then says, it is only because of teacher’s teaching that I am able to see God. According to him, Teacher is even greater than God.

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Moaning wind around the soul
Ditched the body and left alone.

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The Findings
I found you in my lost pieces.
With you I lost my all pieces.
I got your findings but I've lost my own pieces.
My piece with your piece I made a pile of pieces
You've found your lost pieces
I lost my findings.
You left the pile of my pieces
I've only lost my pile but you've lost your pieces.

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