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Grey Feathers

All day, do what you like

But don’t look at my eyes at night.

Cold air blowing ,below our ribs

We don’t need that silver seals

Just need your side.

To fly away from this world.

Two light body and grey feathers

Just save some little bit warm blood.

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Poem Of Dark

Awake at deep night

Frozen and lonely.

Fingers are shaking

But im trying to 

Hold them back,

Into me. Useless  attempt.

They are moving and

Running on the white pages

Freely, its not me as i was,

Some years ago.

They are drawing the

Poem of dark.

Useless, but it is pure

By it self. Complete.

They are vomiting 

Those pains and feelings

And those  are now on that

White page. Rolling 

And becoming words,

As parts of the

Poem of dark!

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I Would Like To Love That Girl

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Can you help us when my papa

Goes to the city for work.

But not  that girl ,Who asks 

Can you die for me?

Cause i know it happens

Only  in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i die before you

Will you bring  some flowers

Everyday, for my burial,

i love flowers so much.

But not  that girl, Who asks

Can you wait for  me ,

Throughout your life.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i get married

With someone else

Will you love me still

As a friend.

But not that girl, Who asks me

Im the only girl 

Of your life, or not.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Will you come everyday

To talk me

When there  will be 

No one to talk.

 I have seen those old lonely

Ladies ;waiting for death

 No bees comes 

To the old and weak, flowers

 same happens

With everyone.

But not that girl, who asks

Will you love me more than

You do, yourself . If i get 

Married to you.

I know it can only happen

In your  silly dreams.

Life is not so simple and small

Like a video game ,

 you thought.

Its much bigger and colourful

Only those can see

Who  suffers and still stands 

On the wheel of life.

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Two Souls Of This World

We are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline  and frozen .

We left our heart and body;

Many years ago,

when we saw each other!

We  started our journey  

on the same path,

Although  from opposite direction!

Days, weaks,months,years then century,

All passed one by one.

But still the distance is too long

That i can’t see  you clear,

Although, we are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline and frozen.

We are souls, we can go everywhere.

Anywhere in earth and beyond it too.

Although from centuries I’m searching,

The way of your heart.

Its strange ,for both of us.

We  are same, we know that.

Still i can’t be so sure ,

As we  are souls and left our brains,

In that body , when we left.

Yes i accept , souls can’t think.

But  do you remember? We left our all,

To be together as a one soul.

Although the earth is round,

Still we never meet .

From centuries we are on

An endless journey.

We are souls, of same kind.

We can go anywhere,

But i don’t know 

 the way of your heart.

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In A Foreign Land

Unknown city

Unknown land

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

Unknown city

Unknown place

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

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Writer

He is a writer

With words bleeding from his fingers

With storms raging in his mind

In the calm of the night.

He’s got demons chasing him

In the day and in the night

When nightmares clog his eyes

He might as well write.

How should I bear it?

He asks with all his might

Tired with the burden

He stops for a while.

He searches literary arcs

In the demons and storms

In the calm of the night

He might as well write.

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It Was The Woman!!!”

A poem by untold views of our life_admin



It was the woman who nurtures the seed,

It was the woman who gave you birth,

It was the woman who  take cares of you,

It was  the woman who grows you up,

It was  the woman who gives you inspiration,

It was the woman who teach you ,how to love?

It was the woman who  is the reason for your success,

It was the woman who teach you,what is pleasure?

It was the woman who is responsible for your  down fall,

It was the woman who tell you how to hate?

It was the woman who tell you what  is pain!

It was the woman who tell you how to break?

It was the woman who  tell you, how to irritate?

It was  the woman  who shows you, how to take life ?

Woman ;Woman; every where

Cause for your start ;reason of your finish.

And this is the  reason  for our shouting, everywhere

Ladies First!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Poem: My First Crush

  For  the girl …..i loved…..from     deepest  core of my heart …………..

                        *******

I was too small when i saw you

Do you know? You were my first crush!

That time my age was only nine,

In fourth standard at our school.

I can still see the moment,

When i first  saw you.

Gray skirt and sky  blue shirt,

I don’t know  how  ,from that  day 

I began to believe ,angels also live with humans.

Still sometime, when i get some time 

To breath the dry air out of my life

It’s  you who comes in my mind.

Yes you were  my first crush.

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Stay happy wherever you are……