When
someone asks
me,why you want
to chase the stars instead
of the people.
I
tell them
the people change
according to their needs
but stars stay there looking at
you even at your worst.
When
someone asks
me,why you always
talk about mountains like
you own them.
I
tell them
the serenity that
revolves around them and
the way they make me feel
like my own home.-
Mirror Mirror I blame you,
You showed me what I am going through,
I was so Happy in my virtual world,
My imagination was very diverged.
There was no discrimination between black & white,
Not Even a war, riot or fight,
All genders were treated Fair,
There was Liberty everywere.
Living there was a Colourful delight,
Everyone's thinking was so Elite,
I wish I could live there forever,
and never come back ever.
-
LIKE MY OWN!!!!
WHY DONT THINK YOURSELVES AS KING?
Like My Own !!GAIN PRIDE
WHY DONT THINK YOURSELVES AS SUN?
Like My Own!!KEEP SHINNIMG
WHY TO KEEP JUDGING?
Like My Own!!Be ur own MASTER
WHY TO KEEP THINKING?
Like My Own!!Just Spread
"THING EVERYTHING LIKE YOU ARE THE CREATOR & BE HAPPY"-
You are not different,
You're like my own organ
Staying within me,..
Whenever wherever I cry,
You reach there with hanky
To wipe my tears.
Whenever I felt peckish,
I saw you standing before me
With same green color tiffin.
I was in teenage group ,
Loneliness was going to kill me,
But you rolled in with joy..
Pitter_patter raining it was,
Neither you nor I was having umbrella
I percepted you hiding me beneath your AANCHAL,
Oh my mama,
You are not at all different,
You seem to be a organ of mine..-
Behind like my own memories there are some scolds where I now feel some unexpressed and unexpected love wanders.
-
He trails me
like my own silhouette
mumbling empty words
swaddling my repose...
He pulls me nigh
allures my desolation
foreplays my discern
fornicates my angst
convulse the grey clouds
over my eroded shadows...
And I find myself
gravitating into his darkness
unflinchingly...-
நான்
வாடி
நிற்கும் போது..
தேடி
வரும் செல்வங்கள்
என் தாயும் தந்தையுமே...!!
-
The walls: epitome of distinction,
The walls: built of imagination.
Are they unbreakable?...
Are they just scarce fable?...
Then, Why... Why don't,
we try to break it?...
Why the vegetables,
grown by farmers: we eat?...
Let's take an oath and swear by sword:
I would respect God, and His entities,
Like my own hard-earned award.
-
I strived my level best
to like my own self than
her...
But enduringly her smile
made me to fall in love with
her...-