THE MOON

ITS  JUST A POEM WHICH CAME ACCROSS MY MIND WHEN I WAS JUST OVERLOOKING SOMETHING THROUGH THE VERANDA AND THE MOON AT AN INSTANT CAUGHT MY VISION.

 

NATURE IS GOD , ITS THE SOLE REASON OF LIFE ON EARTH.

 

  THE  MOON

MOoN

HE AIN'T JUST A MERE CELESTIAL,

BUT HE IS MUCH MORE THAN THAT.

FROM ETERNAL DARKNESS,

TO IMPLAUSIBLE  BRIGHTNESS.

LONE THE LIGHT HE PROVIDES,

BIT BY BIT HE DIES,

FROM THE WHOLE GLIMPSE TO MERE VOID.

BIT BY BIT HE GROWS,

FROM THE SHADOWS TO FULLY FLEDGED.

BUT HE LOOKS SAD.

ADVERSE DEEDS OF CIVILISATION,

AS AN UN WELCOMED GUEST,

HE LOOKS DOWN WITH DESPAIR.

FOR THE GOOD COURSE,

TO PROTECT HIS MOTHER,THE DARKNESS CROWDED, HE SUCKS THEM IN.

AND THIS MAY BE WHY,HE IS DYEING

HE SOCKS THE DARKNESS IN HIS BODY,

AND PROVIDES  WITH PURIFIED BRIGHTNESS,

BUT THIS BRIGHTNESS IS PETRIFIED BY THE SEVERE DARKNESS,

WHICH RESIDES IN ONE, THE HUMANS.

STILL HE COMES AND GOES ,

AGONY HIS HEART FILLED WITH.

HEAVEN AS EARTH HE THOUGHT,

BUT ITS A MERE MISCONCEPTION ,HE WANTED TO DIE
NO CHOICE HE HAS.HE LIVES AND DIES AND SHOW GOES ON.

THE NATION's HEROES

For ourselves ,it seem good,

being ingenuos amidst gluttony.
The fortunate lies on ones hood,
but faith has its own symphony.      
                      

Stood still ,they always
from dawn of winter,
thrust forward they, as no holidays
to limits of summer.

In their arms, lies
the doors of our nation.
In their privilege we rejoice,
and cherish oneselves with satisfaction.

They being tough,
Poor he is, as faith lies in loaded gun.
Even at end he glance them rough,
but life aint easy as having a bun.

All those days gone by,
abiding will,they live with.
Salute as we live high,
long live soldier, we say in depth.

LIFE's Kinda Something

Life’s always been under a hood,

an unknown beneath the wall.

Life isn’t complicated as it stood,

but obsolete as we crawl.

Tough is it, to live

Yet more to die.

With rage we should strive,

fullest in heart we live by.

Everything do go well,

as conspiracies doesn't shadow the myth.

The light within us, as sunshine dwells,

in aspiration do we blaze with.

Life goes on and on,

glaze upon till the dawn.

As dream becomes festival of desires,

with which the mind hires.

For one life we gain,

live upon with a positive posture.

More the goods we attain,

live great and devoid of torture.


Tough kid barking on,
like a dog who missed a bone.
You a kid not a dog,
stay calm and place a log 

Dusty dawn hear and there,
poor lil kid doesn't no were.
Searches he there in vain,
but found the log never again.

Gone all hour wandering,