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Hey, a Beautiful Abode of Nature, Who Is a Fairy

Hey, A Beautiful abode of Nature, who is a Fairy
The Golden Wheat makes your floor colorful like Brown Berry
The Green Forests at far away Mountains are the Walls of you which look Merry
The Flowers at your Floor keep dancing that make you Contrary
Snow on Dauladhar adds to the beauty of your walls, thus making them extraordinary. 

Hey, A Beautiful abode of Nature, who is a Fairy
The delicious cuisine of you adds to your rich Heritage
The Sweet Fragrant Kangra Tea makes one Merry
The Tasty Vegetable Rice brings one a healthy Advantage
The Crispy Spicy Noodles make one Gay
The Paratha served with Butter/Pickle/Curd makes one's Day
The Colorful Nachos keep one's mind free from Negativity
The Traditional Siddu fills one's mind with Creativity.

Hey, A Beautiful abode of Nature, who is a Fairy
You are full with Vibrant and Attractive Cafes
The Cafes are Blue, White, Gray and Airy
The Cafes where people share Meals & Memories along with Frappe
The Cafes where people exchange Smiles
The Cafes where managers keep managing orders in a Style
The Cafes where nights stay Glittering
The Cafes where people keep Flittering. 

Hey, A Beautiful abode of Nature, who is a Fairy
You are not just Beautiful Only
Sometimes, the Adventures of you make you a bit Scary
Sky Cycling, Paragliding and Bungee Jumping etc make you a bit Stony
But, after Paragliding, I changed my perception of you being Scary
Now, I have understood that these Adventures make you Contrary.

Hey, A Beautiful abode of Nature, who is a Fairy
I Visited you in the Summers
You appeared to me, a world which is Contrary
You had Amazing Views, Countless in Numbers
You had crazy Creatures of God
The interaction with whom made my mind Broad
From you, I had a lot of Gain
That's why, I have decided to visit you Again.


( Dedicated to Bir Billing of Himachal)

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Where I Am From

WHERE I AM FROM?


I am from the solitude
Where voice of you, used to flow through my ears
 as sounds from the river of gratitude
Where I had you a fairy from the world of beatitude.


I am from the solitude which is lost, somewhere in the sea of darkness
It has gone missing since the day I lost you in the forest which seems formless
Since that day I feel like the solitude has turned to be heartless
Since that day I miss you the way a thirsty being misses water at a place which is waterless.


I miss my old solitude home
I remember my simple/real solitude where I was free to roam
Trust me, everyday, I try hard to get into the forest which is flown
But, I find me at one side of river and forest being the other side which is unknown.


I have solitude within me like water in the ocean
Oneday, me along with memory of you, would rush back to solitude in full motion.

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Innerself the Warrior

You are a stable boat on mighty river named struggle
This perennial river flows, sometimes calmly & sometimes fiercely
Dear boat, it is easy for you to maintain balance when river is flowing calmly with slight scriggles
Salute to you as you keep sailing with stability when river turns to be flowing ferociously


Brave boat, you are always on battleground named river surface
Battleground has whale shark warriors to swallow your stability
the wood on you is an iron shield that injures the warriors in each skirmish
Your unstoppable stable sail forward pushes the injured aside against their desirability


Bright boat, your white color is full of glitters
The glitters are confirming your success in each skirmish
The river is left with no one having vigor
The mighty scriggling river is now giving you path to accomplish your wish


Triumphant boat, for your wish, you have sailed through a long river
now your wish, the world of absolute is your final place of vigor

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Tacky Tongue

Hey, the filthy way of the dejected 
Those who walk through you are rejected 
You take them to the world of disrespected 
You make them meet the unexpected. 

Hey, the senseless brutal words 
The tacky tongue has made you the caged birds 
Now, you are nothing but stupid flirts 
Your walk has made you into the world of absurd. 

Daily, you look up for new path free from pain 
Like chataka looking up at the sky for rain 
Your quest for new path keeps you agonised 
Like a fish without water, meeting with demise.

You are a deer surrounded by tigers in flock 
The fear of being eaten has turned you into a rock.

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Me and My Own Self

I am a body of flesh and blood
I always am my beloved
Being with me, makes me feel like being in the world
This is how, my company makes me feel, more loved

Earlier, I was never the same
My fewer friends used to be my frame
I could not imagine myself without their name
Here & there, being with them used to be my aim

Suddenly, the things began to change
My frame started becoming strange
I felt like the pure things have taken the shape of stock exchange
I saw myself at a very down range

It was time when I had to follow the path of justice
I had doubts which I had to dismiss
I had pain which I had to convert into peace
I had to fight the darkness of injustice

Now, I feel myself like more sorted out
I feel that I have been through a blackout
I am alive again to feel that I have good things to check out
I am balanced with the fact that I have nothing to doubt.

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May and My Lesson

May and My Lesson
	
Hey, the month of May
You are leaving with your days passing away
For me, your fully passing away is just a say
The lesson you have left behind for me is gonna stay.

Dear May, you know what
My mind always values the trust
Trust which makes me stuffed with positive result
Trust which makes my body adjust with all the negative thoughts fully crushed.

But, my dear friend may, on one of your passing day
My mind saw that trust moving away
Since that day, I had a broken ray to stay
Since then, I was not okay as I was left without any way

Now, May, as you are my friend and you are gonna be away within a few days
I feel like I should be very honest with what I wanna say
when trust moved away, I struggled to keep my breathe stay
I worked hard to hold back the broken ray

Yes May, It is true that trust has gone away
But, it is also true that even without it, I breathe everyday
I feel like without trust life journey is a fairway
I am successful to make my soft side walk away

May, you are a true friend
You have taught me the contend
Your company has been a great stipend
You would be my friend even after your end.

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The Gypsy Soul

Hello, to the universe of Nature
It's me, the gypsy Soul
Within your universe, I can feel the moisture of Pleasure
Your universe makes me enjoy my gypsyness as a Whole.

Mother nature, your universe is made up of different Colors
And my gypsyness compels me to fly through them All
Flying through green makes me feel like I am with my Lover
But passing through black makes me hear the bad Calls.

The universe abode has two sides divided by a wall standing tall like Elephant
I am on this elephant, while the gypsyness is asking me to choose both Sides
Now, I have decided to walk through both of them as they both are Relevant
This walk has made me understand that all in the universe is not Right. 

O mother nature, the good/bad side of your universe has made me Stable
Now, this gypsy soul is happy in the universe cradle tied with two ropes named Able and Disable.

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Worldly People

Alas! This World is not for me
Life among people surrounding me is gloomy
All my efforts to cope up are not bloomy
That's why I suffer like someone has broken my knee

Alas! I am not like the worldly people
They surround me like flesh eating eagle
They terrify me, as to them, it is legal
People & me, we are two sides of river which stay apart and are gleeful

Alas! I am unable to find peace
I know, it is within me like sweet choclate burfi piece
But, I search it in worldly people & wait for it to be released
That's why my search has not come to cease

Alas! I have learnt to manage
I have learnt to take advantage
Oh people, don't think it is my fault
You all have dragged me to this path

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Life Running Among Pages of Time Book

Life is running among the Pages of time book
Is the journey easy as it looks?
Well the journey is through a flowery/thorny Brook
At times, life runs through flowers and is happy like a snook
While at times, it runs through thorns and is shook.

In its journey, life runs for things which Captivate it but never come to it
In spite of being traumatised, it keeps running without quit
Keeping trauma aside, it brings optimism within it 
With full vigour of optimism, it runs again for making itself a big hit.

Through its Sweet /bitter run, life has learnt to feel free and fierce
In its journey up till Now, life has learnt to run through flowery/thorny Brook without tears
Now life runs through the thorns and they seem scared as to them it is a mighty bear
It seems that thorns have accepted life as a bear without fear.