Bear Believe and Wait till They Get Death
Still stop for a more second,
What you gain of rushes and run,
Leave restlessness stand still on land
You can achieve what heart burn.
Perhaps ,peep in the past some hints
May find,fear of losing fairest hide
That reveal from heart, tears let flow with wind,
Don't interrupt ownself let feelings tide.
To high Heaven take a height of flight,
In middle many monsters you may find,
Make prayer till that not become plight,
Stop whispers of surrounding,loud own mind.
Swans don't step back,don't memory left
Bear believe and wait till they get death.
Fate is a thing such as mould
While you're the material
And what does life feel?
A melting furnace is either hot
or cold?
It's hot when you're inside
Being melted and coil
To be the things expected
Which opposed by your soul
Once you desire to be yourself
As what you firmly believe
To create your own spectacular life
Allowing all the dreams to bloom
As long as you're your ownself
The fate will leave you
To the distant invisible
Staying obsolete
And being cold
Suddenly I remember the old time
When I saw the names of my friends on the wall.
There was no one to give umbrella during rain but
you were to get wet in the rain together
You never tried to save me from punishment
you gave me courage to not get punishment anymore
you didn't remove my tears
you made me strong to not cry.
Fool me was broken
you guys never tried to sort my heart
you showed me how to be strong by ownself .
you were with me, you are with me
and you will be with me .
When no one was with me
you were with me
not to give false sympathy
to show me that I was not alone
one day you maybe not with me anymore but your memory and lesson always will be with me
Because friendship is immoral .
Happiness is left to be defined by your ownself
As you know yourself better than anyone else
As you're special and unique
Moreover one man's meat may be another man's poison
But don't ask for too much
So that you won't always be disappointed
As the world is to be shared by all
It needs effort and patience to attain happiness
If you're disappointed at this moment
At least someone else isn't disappointed
And so wait for your turn
It seems to be your own business
To work for any happiness
Except any blessings from God
It seems to be your own business
To value any happiness even it's small
As no one can help you to be happy
If you aren't ever ready and be prepared to be happy
Even how small is the happiness gifted to you
As shadow
Is the slave of man
Man is the slave of
Time
Work
Pressure
Reputation
Greed
Ambition
Emotion
And his or her ownself
So
Free yourself
Before the world can free you
Life beneath her wings,
eyes full of fire;
Fire of will
into which all the evil disappear.
Willpower in her words,
faith in her soul;
Faith upon ownself that,
even in pain, she will not mourn.
Smile on her lips
that can make your day;
Day, full of sunlight
but don't try to grab her as prey.
Love full of heart.
She knows how to stay, beside love;
Love, for the one,
whom she has given her life on love's behalf.
Firmness on her face.
She rarely bothers of womanly grace;
Grace will be gone.
But you can't find a woman like her, who is such mind strong.
accept your future,
preordained for you,
without fear or doubt;
living your purpose,
be true to yourself.
“to thine ownself,”*
have inner faith
in your purpose,
especially.
worthy goals:
seek justice
cherish life
love truth
loathe hate
fate.
*an allusion to William Shakespeare's "to thine own self be true."
written May 30, 2021
I only know how to be
myself
I can only be me
I only feel inside
my heart
And yet, its what I hide
I only think of dreams
all the time
And it flows like rough streams
I only see what I see
inside myself
And see myself as me
I can only be
many to all
and all to many
I can only live
life as myself
To have faith and believe
I can only give my soul
to myself
and let it grow old
I only know how to be
myself
I can only be me
To thine ownself
be true,
be true to myself
Quest
For years long I espoused the bedlam in my beneath
I quest the solitary
The more close I endured; the arouse of ignition was more
This is an unacquainted fervour
I never encountered; neither I will surrender
I owe it to my breathe, my flesh and my wisdom
And I had no grip to iniquities and itches
Like how sand slips from hand
The bedlam denned in myself
If the warmth of love quest the path
Render my longevous throes and miseries
If the incessant gaze of lover quest the pearl
Pierce my heart and reign
If the bravery of combatant quest the combat
History chisel my fearlessness cruor
Is it the hurricane or the tremor; it is uncharted to me
And the tempest in my core,
It does keep bellowing
I don't the know the word
I am not adept in scripting it either
I must apologize for disturbing and disbalancing my vehemence
And awakening the equilibrium
Endowing justice to my robust turmoil
Whether it is a bedlam or a quest...
Neither need
Nor greed
But for your's entertain and love
Force me to make myself busy
To be God is not easy.
In the woods
Regular running and chasing
Either for life or lunch
But who would die, who would be survive
Justify self decision is not easy
To be God is not easy.
Differences are yours, not mine
Different prayers are same for Divine
But ridiculously , you have same needs
Countless wishes I have to bless
To make your life easy
To be God is not easy.
All earthly things which you offer
Heaps of nothings at so called places
Don't make fool thyself
Believe Father is present everywhere Ownself
Work to make
Your life happy and easy
To be God is not easy.
If I were you
And you were me
i knew your sorrows
And you felt pains of me.
All roots of misunderstanding
Live in the heart of unknowns
We don't know well about each other
So misconceptions lead the differences.
If elders were youngsters
And youngsters were elders
They knew each other's needs
Thus disputes never sprout their seeds.
All you wanted to know about me
Same i wanted to know about you
if you want war and disputes should dwell in hell
then we shouldn't afraid to make World well.
If some day a miracle happens
All men and women change their gender
They can feel needs of each other
Thus Respect and dignity hurt never.
If humans were Nature
And nature were humans
Think what we get from Nature
And what we return holy Nature
What is the worst in the world?
Consider ownself merely right in the World.
If all persons are right
Then how deadly weapons get birth to fight.
As i heard about the contest
'The most beautiful person'
i packed my luggage hurriedly
and ran in search of that lucky person.
First of all i recalled my teacher
leisure time creation of the God
if eye may judge the winner was she.
But me and my friends were bitten
several times ,without beautiful heart
how can winner may be she.
Next i saw a body builder
well balanced muscles and bones
But he was soon lost the contest
because he was made
for ownself not for others.
All Physical beauty killed by time
so smart personalities lost charm
to win the most beautiful person
contest without more harm.
After that i saw half naked boy
sharing his alms with stray dog
unwilling i followed him
to declare the most beautiful
but regret he kicked the same dog
when it followed him in love.
So the search for most beautiful person
is still on if anyone meet a person
who have the beautiful heart
at universal place and universal time
Give regard ,the title and salaam
on behalf of me and mankind.
Someone has said
That the saved.
Shall just barely make it in
Now just where does this put the sinners
We can't judge them
I'd better watch my ownself
Repented we're all winners
Freed from our sins
God said it
As we pray
The perfume enthralled me
The smile thrilled me to core
The promising beauty behold
Roy i do love the fine things
The curve of her lithe back
Them chariots of fire racing
Through the creek of zamzam
Roy i savor the fine things
Sermons of long now forgotten
Teachers where did they wrong
Holly molly tantalizing peakers
Roy am now losing my ownself
Redress in bits of time
Regression for dunders
Flowing springs of zamzam
Roy the touch of linen
Flower is sign of love, purity, beauty
What is human for?
The sign of pain
In every line, every line,
I have seen her and him,
Leaders and subordinators
Each expresses ownself
No one comes in others help .......
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