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Jaanam Pokhrel Poem
say's my heart, let me fly
chains and bonds, of world and lie
say's the hollow , follow me up
pains in my eyes, just don't let me sob...
My path is alone, just let me follow
weight of my dreams, doesn't chase me slow
sky so wide , braces me tight
say's its silence, yes, you are ELITE....
Throne of the ocean, awaits me ,dry;
prince of pain being born to CRY
says my light ,blow me off
hands of my hope ,still in cuffs
Voice deep within,shouting so loud!
supreme of love;this is what all its about.
Path of your dreams ,upon which you fall.
REMEMBER, fruit of your failure is the sweetest of all...........
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The Pigeons of life being set to fly,
fear in the raging hearts ,they just can't defy
for the lamenting eyes , when they turn vile
And the pleasant solitude of them, remains in exile..
Intrigued by the clouds, winds just followed
the charming loneliness , felt alone on its own
for the friend,whose war, as if it waged,
when the pain was warm enough...
Their love rained and soon everything erased..
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Dedicated to human realm.....
when it began...
menace of life made me die in each breath i took,
betrayed by the command of nature, in each phase my head shook...
shattered achievements..
confounded the mundane for whimsical supremacy,
likely to be fascinated towards the obscure prophecy..
tyrannical truths unfolds,
shadows of ego enlightened in my undesired destiny,
life being invaded by all omnipotent agony...
soul in conflict....
rather would i adrift to a breathless birth,
for the glimpse of perfection would pertain my worth.....
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Sailing over the elegance of sweet memories,
the pleasant havoc put over by the unsaid words,
And the melody of charm poured by heavenly fairies,
begging the mercy , savored by the lousy lords,
Thought it would last, but it seems
even the sympathy of whistling breeze may not last...
Frozen in the depths of softening silence,
The hustle of the blazing time,
and Lotus smiling out of the diamond pleasance,
gathering the smithereens of moments into one charm,
thought it would last, but it seems ,
The lust of life must fade into its transience....
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Here it comes again,
the strange through my heart,
stealing my garden of pain,
And gazing to melt my stoned heart
Lies behold, this narrow me
forgotten in the woods , that sad song of thee
the place where i stood firmly once
I found it again, nowhere else......
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swaying upon the melody of divine wisper,
i lost myself , searching the world i grew..
resting my head upon the pillow of past
vicious spikes shredded my thoughts at last..
when i was stuck,upon the red of desert,
someone showed me the river, somewhere it flow
greetings of winds and brethren of sun
that is the place where i belong
light in the path, that is what made me blind
wonders in dreams and devil chasing behind..
never to plead the fear, not so brave either..
might of time makes anything ,begone forever..
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LIKE a demon's sleep, i could rest myself
being a bird to fly for the heavens sake,
i could flow the world like river itself,
holding my breath upon the forsaken breeze of faith,
i could let my hope awake.....
like a blind sees, i could feel the world myself
being a shadow to follow, where the truth take
i could create the heaven like the god himself
feeling the clusters of soul in nothingness,
i could let the cold of pain awake....
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(approach along shadows, with rhyme in feelings)
Those stars blink,
engulfed in their own light
and seem so happy.
Then rest calm,
in the cradle where they born,
the same BLACK they fear and mourn.
Destined to suffer,
the disaster of pain.
why did they born at first?
,their friends so far away,
they try so hard
and cry out loud.
why do they??
when nobody cares for.
might there be some faith,
that binds them,
the same that made me
and the same that created thy....
I CARE,
i listen to them and i hear,
...their sad story.....
Aloud they say,
i can wait ...
thousands of years and so they do..
They made me hear,
even if i didn't care....
Now, i want them to hear me..
I cry so loud,
but i never make it through...
i have the spark and i want to burn.
burn so bright that someday,
my flames would call them
then , at once ;they turn around.
and smiling all of them, they say,
"YOU FINALLY CAME"...
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