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The Eternal Youth

I would wander for the Wisdom
I believe in my respected Jesus 
My faith has been anchored like rock
No one can Destroy me 
My angels are with me 
I will implement the plan of Jesus over the world
The time for final Judgement has arrived

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Jesus and his second Coming

The Second Coming of Jesus

Upon the clouds, in glorious light,
Our Savior returns to end the night.
With gentle grace, and fierce as fire,
He fulfills every soul's desire.

Once born in humble, lowly place,
He came to save the human race.
This time, He’ll come in majesty,
The Lamb, the King, eternally.

Trumpets sound and mountains bow,
All creation waits somehow.
The lost are found, the blind will see,
In His presence, eternally free.

He gathers those who knew His name,
For whom He bore the world’s disdain.
The faithful rise, in robes of white,
To reign with Him in endless light.

A peace descends, the wars will cease,
In His kingdom, love’s release.
Every tear and earthly pain,
Dissolved in joy, washed clean like rain.

O Lord, we wait, our hearts prepare,
For the day when You’ll be there,
To claim Your own, to bring us home,
No longer lost, no more alone.

In hope we stand, our spirits sing,
For Christ, our Lord, our risen King.
The promise made, the dawn will come,
Jesus, our Savior, calls us home.

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The Elegy

Collaboration of poems

I have looked away books to read
then I realized I can't utter a word
All of them told I can't read
Then I chose to write
I smiled and smiled and I wrote
Come again to me I can smile
Come again to me see my words
I am happy to utter the phonemes
I smiled and made sounds
I can understand that no one can understand
I then chose the Santhinikethan genre
I mediated and wrote my gitanjali
I have seen that all the poets got fame by writing
I wonder whether they couldn't speak
I smiled again and wrote my feelings
I can realize that I could become a poet
All of them pulled me back from the hall of fame
I put my words on the paper and stood
Come here see that I can smile
I would be in the hall ot fame again
I have moved through the 'world'
In this beautiful world of insanity
Flirting was the essence i found here
No one has purity in themselves
In this world of flirting i stayed pure..
There is no use on living for unworthy
They stabbed me with harsh words
Always god gives his hardest battles
I love the battle of truth because
I am gonna be the person to stand up
And i would be the person to win
Let them hate your destiny
Let them tease your pains
You are gonna be the man with spine
The man who bowed before none
You will be above them one day.....
I moved barefooted without the presence
moved till the end i touched pain
when the pain hugged me i was inspired
Perspiration of the great rebel mind
Marks doesnt decide fame but it hurts
They hurted me with great insanity
Remember i am there for my sister
Will come like a storm to kill you
Wait for the day i would kill my pain
I only care my jesus the ultimate priest
For that the contemporary filthy saints
They behave like they are the keepers of god...
Wait until then i come as an inferno
I will drag everything with me
I will not spare anyone for that I
Touched success myself.....O
One day u will come to me like a beam
the blocks in my way will only be a dream
Then my turn will come and i will block you
It may kill you with vigour loaded with revenge
Once i was man with limited thoughts 
A soul with fear and intense pain
but now i am strong because of you
I am the person with decisions
I will be the only person in this world 
Who loved you more than anyone
but think that even the lovers lack my purity
once you would realize that i was true
Once your arrogance will catch you
It will destroy it with pain
I am now fearless and fear nothing
because u made the world for me into two
either the sky

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Life is not a bed roses

As I see a leaf fall apart
I see the love that depart
The roads are paved with stones like needle
I always walk through pain that moodle
Oh God deliver thy happiness 
Give me sorrows 
For that I am from the burrow

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The Contemporary Revelation

As I Read through the books 
I can find the words that decode 
I become a poet
Not by circuit but by pursuit
As I am fostering the new generation 
I always wanted to be famous
I reclaim that the theories
Put forward are worries
I don't know whether I am scholar
I don't know how how to use my knowledge
As I dream of the Hollywood boulevard 
I can see the stars who 
Repainted in the cartoon
The bey blade rotates through the axis
As the earth which protea Round the earth
My frustration is my inspiration 
My gestures are my sorrows 
As I walk through the mountain of ideas 
I don't know where to put my ideas
As I can repeat the words in my mind
I always begin with the rattle
Let it not the rattle of a reptile
As I leap infto the generation 
As my sketch is made by poverty
As I reclaim the the knowledge 
I can always see Shakespeare in the atmosphere 
The spheres contains the green house effect
The economic system that persist 
Define the Conglomeration of the philosophy 
Let the judiciary be independent
Where it could find the innocent 
The lost lives from a disaster 
Defined the empathy of the soul
But one day everyone must go
The nature rebounds it's impact
As a basketball rebounds from the ring
The Genesis defines creation
As I fear we are the end chapter of Bible
The law of conservation of energy 
Conserve the society 
Not the individual 
Let it be the Formation of a new world 
As Stephen Hawking's predicted from his limitations 
Life is not a limitation
Never ever look upon what they say
I delve into the brains 
Where I can assume the psychology 
I wish that all emotions would be associated 
Through the soul which connects the blood and veins.

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The Eucharistic Flame

The Eucharistic Flame

A Metaphysical Poem

O Sacred Fire, O Bread of Light,
Thy essence veiled, yet burning bright.
Within this chalice, gold and pure,
A cosmic truth the meek endure.

I take Thee in, O Host divine,
And feel Thee pulse through blood and spine.
My bones dissolve, my breath is stilled,
My soul with holy wine is filled.

The altar glows, the heavens bend,
The veil is torn, the rites transcend.
No longer flesh, no longer dust,
I rise beyond the chains of must.

Was this mere bread, a mortal grain,
Or dust transfigured, lost to pain?
It speaks in tongues of hallowed grace,
A voice beyond all time and space.

My soul is caught in sacred trance,
A waltz within the great expanse.
The galaxies like embers glow,
Yet here in flesh, my God I know.

The priest’s hand lifts, the chalice tips,
Eternity now wets my lips.
I am no more, and yet I rise,
A living spark in Love’s own eyes.

So tell me, world, what dost thou see?
A man, a fool, or mystery?
For in this bread, in trembling breath,
I feast on life and conquer death.

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Eternal love

In the garden of hearts, love blooms,
A tender flower, dispelling gloom.
It knows no bounds, no walls or bars,
It whispers softly, like distant stars.

Love's gentle touch, a soothing balm,
A melody sweet, a healing psalm.
It binds two souls in a timeless dance,
A symphony of fate, a divine romance.

In laughter and tears, in joy and pain,
Love's enduring flame will always remain.
For in its embrace, we find our worth,
A treasure to cherish, the greatest on earth.

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The Sacred Wounded Heart

The Wounded Sacred Heart
O bleeding heart, celestial bright,
Pierced by thorns of mortal plight,
A wound that sings, yet bears no cry,
A love unchained, yet bound to die.
O sacred pulse, divine yet torn,
A rose in flames, a crown forlorn,
What grief must God Himself endure,
To heal the world through wounds so pure?
Does pain eternal touch the sky,
Or do the stars in anguish sigh?
Does mercy weep in crimson streams,
To mend the dust of broken dreams?
Beyond the veil, beyond the sun,
Where time and sorrow fade to none,
Thy wound, O Heart, a gateway be,
To light, to love, to explore 
O Heart of fire, yet torn apart,
A bleeding rose, a crimson art,
The pulse of God in sorrow’s tide,
Where love and agony abide.
Thy wound—a door to realms unseen,
Where mercy flows in streams serene,
A paradox of grief and grace,
A wounded God with shining face.
O sacred breach, O holy pain,
From Thee all life must rise again,
Thy suffering, the stars embrace,
Yet time dissolves within Thy grace.
What mystic truth in sorrow lies?
A love that bleeds, yet never dies.
A wound that heals, a death that sows,
The dawn of hope where darkness grows.
O Heart divine, by anguish crowned,
Through Thee, all broken souls are found.
In wounds more vast than time or space,
We glimpse the endless arms of grace.

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The Intrinsic hertitage value of Faith

Within the dust of bones and temple stones,
A whisper walks—more felt than clearly shown.
Not blood nor birth, nor lineage laced with gold,
But trembling trust the ancient prophets hold.

What weight has faith, that it should stretch through time,
And echo in the silent church-bell’s chime?
What proof resides in relics made of air,
But that the unseen realm is always there?

Not carved in granite, nor in laws decreed,
It pulses where the doubting heart still bleeds.
A feather's fall, a burning bush alight,
Both artifacts and oracles of might.

O Reason, halt! You cannot net the skies,
Nor chart the tears that saints and martyrs cry.
Their blood writes scrolls no scholar dares erase,
Yet wisdom bows before a child’s grace.

Faith is the coin of realms beyond decay—
A timeless barter in a time-bound play.
Inheritance not claimed by flesh or name,
But by the soul that steps into the flame.

Oft questioned, tested, ridiculed, denied,
It sleeps in caves where ancient truths abide.
Yet in the meek, it moves with royal breath,
And grants the pauper victory over death.

So let no tongue deride this ghostly trust,
This jeweled ash that rises from the dust.
For faith, though frail in eye or scholar’s pen,
Is heritage the stars still reckon in.

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Shakespeare

The bard of Avon live
Long live his renowned name 
I gather his words yo become a dictionary 
His lexical usage are more secular and diagnostic 
I move forward with literature inspired
By him and his works 
The sonnets he wrote calligraphes the venom
The venom of wisdom