Posted in Poetry

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.

Posted in Poetry

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.

Posted in Poetry

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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Poetry: People Calls Me A Bitch,Behind Me!

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People calls me a bitch ,behind  me,

But now its alright ,cause i don’t  have time;

To care  about all those things .

My time fades  so firstly, like a spirit.

Cause I’m  the other player for those peoples,

Who loves to create moan secretly.

And that’s the reason  which makes my time,

To fade like a   Spirit!
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People calls me a bitch,behind me!

But i don’t look like them;honestly.

I too have a beautiful pleasant face,

My bold hairs are too soft and,

It’s long enough  to touch my waist.

And what to  tell  about my two blue eyes,

They  are enough to take away the sleep , of many men’s at night.

Still I don’t know;

Why people calls me a bitch?behind me.

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People calls me a bitch,behind me!

But once upon a time , i was  also a good girl like you.

I love to run with my  pink canvas at morning,

I love to catch butterflies at evening.

I too had a dream like all the other  girls,

To find my Prince charming in my life.

But world is not that  good what  I’ve imagined.

Yes i got my prince charming  ,many times;

Cause i have  the precious blue eyes,and a beautiful pleasant face,isn’t it?

But those memories are  like a rotten fish in my abdomen.

Cause those prince charming’s were haughty; honestly.

And this was the reason of my    smite,

To those prince,who made pieces of my faith.

And now people  calls me a bitch ,behind me!

But now it’s alright, cause i don’t have time,

To care about all those things……

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 Hold My Hand ,An Untold View  – Stories Of Our Life Poem.

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Hold my hand and stand for some time,
Who knows may be it’s our last meet.

May be this evening  will never repeat again,

All i got is some time;

To see you closely.

Oh dear,i don’t know ;may be it’s our last meet.

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Hold my hand, like – this day will never come back again.

We don’t know our tomorrow,

We don’t know next time we will be together; or not

All  we got is this moment.

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Hold my hand and walk beside me

Who knows may be its our last chance,

To see into that deep eyes.

Hold my hand and stand for some time ,silently.

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