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Alphabets of Globalization



Allergic species of alphabets causes itching in my mind,
Like rashes, lonely frail but gigantic when unite,

Words carrying meaning in accord with linked dialect,
Languages holding cultures but biased,

Such a biased word the SUN whenever screaming,
Compelling east to run for reverie when west is still dreaming,

One color of sun symbolizes one earth’s existence,
Conversely spectra signifies the seven subsisting continent,
Colors with variable wavelength, continents with unique independence,

Though I love independence but specific day is appalling,
No matter its gala of 14th august or 15th’s reveling,

Each parallel day retells story of slavery,
Concurrently imparts the feeling of diversity,

Discrimination based on race, extermination based on dialect,
Annihilation based on region, termination based on religion,

Despite of existence of immense segregation,
Still each independent slave proclaims globalization………………..

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Sequential Love




First time thou opened thy eyes, 
thou started to cry,
First time thou stood on thy feet,
Fell on clay, when assayed to fleet,
Thou first day of the school,
Sojourned puling on the stool,
First ever exam of thy life,
Graphite refused to write,
Numerous first times when thou tried, 
still couldn't ride,
But thou hast never given up, strived again,
& cemented thy reign,
Then why should thou quit, if thou failed in first love?
Indeed Thou won't hold gloomy memories & blub,
Love is everywhere & will be eternally,
Until thou succeed, just give it a whirl sequentially .......

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Emotion Is Motion




Why we usually face weird situations?
Why we get hurt & feel miserable on some occasions?
Searching for root of reasons?
Just imagine a life without emotions,
How would it feel, when we don’t feel any feeling?
Will there be something missing?
May be some essential useless thing,
Always connected to human as a string,
Cut it once, leave emotions, don’t let it flow,
& see how life goes,
No emotions, no relish, no sorrow,
No care about future until morrow,
No emotions, no enemies, no friends forever,
No one is neither your kin nor stranger,
No emotion, no attraction for gods any creation,
No lust for any voluptuous seduction,?
No emotion, no longer love will exist,
But a life without love, can you persist?
One may say no love, no heart breaks, no more betrays,
But is that only thing, what love conveys?
No love might give no pain,
But being static, till when can you sustain?
It’s harsh as its reality,
Only love is the symbol of humanity,
Only emotion is the difference between human & wild creations,
There’ll be no longer existence of human without emotions,
So feel the world & feel everything under the blue,
Live with emotions coz it makes you being you.

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Miss You Friend



Months have gone but the day has repeated itself,
you have gone but your memories are still in heart not on the shelf,

It is as alive as it was, not covered with grime,
Everything has remained constant except the Time,

Can’t hear you but your words are vibrating through my ear,
Can’t say anything but what my heartbeat says, i know you can hear,

Every moment we had spent together is alive in eyes,
Whenever i close them, i could always feel you nearby,

But with my eyes open i can never see you again,
& when i feel it i feel too much pain,
Still remembering your words i always sustain,

What happened if you are not here, your memories r always alive,
& that even "GOD" can’t take away, till my last breath survives.
(for my best friend ever late "Subodh", we call him "sir ji", i'll always miss u sir ji)

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Broken Heart


You didn't love me, i couldn't hate you,
You didn't remember me, i couldn't forget you,

Still remember night long talks on the phone,
Sometimes yelling, sometimes singing in love tone,

Walks on seashore, holding my hand,
Still footprints are warm on the sand,

Wiping your tears, frightening your fears,
Caressing your picture, when you were not near,

But Cupid had a different plan to cast,
You saw the future, i remained in past,

You chose your life, i've ruined mine,
You broke my heart, still its thine.
Even this valentine.....

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7 Days of My Ruined Love Story

its late night and i am scared from the darkness of loneliness,
so i have started to write a story to avoid fearfulness,
its not any alien fantasy but based on the notion of reality,
its the excursion of SEVEN unforgettable DAYS of my RUINED "love story",


It was almost half a year passed away with you,
but that day i met a girl i never knew,
it was the day first time i fallen in your love,
felt that you are the one whom my eyes were in search of,

A bright sunny morning when we met in the street,
it was your birthday dear but you never gave that treat,
but was never less than that when you bit off a chunk of chocolate,
and after touching your lips the rest was underneath my teeth,

it was a mystic evening when we had fun outside,
i was sitting under the SHADOW of tree and you were beside,
we talked about the things we always used to,
but whenever i tried to read your face you turned away your eyes,

again an evening but was out of phase from other days,
because you appeared different in the DRESS,which i gave,
and you blessed that moment with the aroma of your soulful love,
when me and you were walking together on a lonely way,

The night came when you aware of that i am your WISH,
and the day witnessed our first confess of love face to face,
it was the first time i held your hand and CLASPED you in my ARMS,
and that feeling is still alive even though that moment was very less,

then there was a day when dream came true from ashes of ruined love of mine,
you were with me alone but for the LAST TIME,
we
EMBRACED,
HUGGED,
KISSED each other and loved the way i was always wondering,
although it felt heavenly but was noting more than a CRIME,

but ALMIGHTY didn't accepted the climax so pleasantly,
and we were AGAIN together but this time unfortunately,
you came to decide that YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME forever,
but all ENDED up with GRIEF of separation for lifelong journey,
thus you proved my love was a sin and it was fake,
and even if life is a race....i was always too late,
although the love hasn't last to the happy ending but the STORY is all OVER,
and its a new morning so i have to start my journey again like a ROVER....

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The Most Painful Word


THE MOST PAINFUL WORD

Words in voices, words in noises,
Words of silence, waiting for choices,
Still I’m searching for words…..

A word to speak out the language of pain,
A word to reveal the tears hidden in rain,
A word to express sleepless nights in bed,
A word to show you that I was insane,

But where the hell words have gone?
Are they frightened from this painful moan?
The moans of a lone heart, the moans of broken dreams,
Moans waving in angst, moans compelled to scream,

I’m searching heart out, melting this dark cloud,
Outflanked by words but unable to sought,
Words are escaping, challenging for a chase,
I’m running but words everywhere, which should I gaze?

Yeah, snatched a word from this mob,
It has painless tears, so searching for new opt,
Now caught the LONELINESS, pain & tears all it means,
But it’s neither the reason for it nor the origin,

So I freed it indeed followed,
It is moving to its home though a shining road,
Sky-high buildings even bigger than dreams,
Winds of ecstasy & joy leaving behind mystic scenes,

I was lost in fantasy when loneliness knocked a door,
A beyond imagination, beautiful word appeared on the floor,
I was stunned, this can’t be the home of loneliness,
 Suddenly saw that word hiding sorrow behind bliss,

Tears were falling, the word was in deep pain,
Pretending to be smiling but drops were slopping again & again,
Soon I realized, this was the word I was searching for,
The word worshiped as God, the word called LOVE……

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I Make Love From Hate



Yes i am the only one, who make love from hate,
Don't look suspiciously, you heard me accurate,
Take all your hate together, put into a crate,
I'll give you half kg love for per kg of weight,

No its not costly, its very cheap,
As i have to sow then i reap,
A seed of love in heart of hate,
I till the anger & irrigate,
I guard them from birds of contempt,
Holding gun of kindness,
Standing amid my chaff superintendent,

Yes you mortal, you got me right,
I am that immortal tyke,
Sleeping on bed of grime,
From an eternal time,

For some i am holy Quran,
For some Bible & Gita-Sar,
But i teach only love,
In each & every avatar,

You never embraced me in arms,
Nor you ever praised my charm,
I am the only truth,
Everything else's a sham,

I'll make your soul, pure & pious,
Guide you to a decision, free from bias,
Follow me to that portal, the peace's abode,
Only love resides, no place for loathe.
Where human loves human,
All are one under one sun.

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Endless Stroll


Polished flesh
Mischief soul
Innocent heart
Unhealed hole

Deluded love
Cackling rejoice 
Left rambling
pain to thole

Betrayed trust
Torn feathers
of promises
Blooded pothole

Cosy cuddles
Eyes of care
Decaying traces
yearn parole

Melting eyes
Silent echoes
Sole loneliness
to console

Midnight days
Hollow nights
Obscure tunnel
Endless stroll

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Pursuit of God


The day a man identifies himself "finds the god",
but god has still not reached me,
So who am i, really don't know,
but i believe i'll find him,coz i'm searching. . . .
Well not on the google search!!!
not even in temples,mosques & church,
but i'll turn the whole world upside down in pursuit of god,
coz i want to know who am i, & what have i got,
even though i can tell something about myself,
on the basis of my own thoughts,
i m not what i look,but what i am? you can't see,
I m not-wat u think,bt wat i m? you can't imagine,
You'll always guess wrong-what i think?
& what i think is unalike with what you predict,
everytime you'll feel-you've explored me,you'll find something strange,
& to understand me is beyond your range,
so kindly wait until you get a chance,
when i'll be in meeting with god & you'll be an audience.

(I never thought of writing poems in english, but when me & my best friend "late Subodh" first time saw our college's magazine then we planned to jointly write for next year's edition(at that time we both used to write in hindi & he was far superior than me), unfortunately for next edition we were left only I, still i started writing for both of us & this was selected for college magazine.)