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When It Rains


The Amazing Scene
The Cloudy Weather
The Dark Ambiance
The Cool Breeze
The Aromatic Air
The Fresh Winds
The Precious Drops
and, The Flooded Streets 😛
This is what happens
When It Rains. 😉


Farewell NSIT


Lot of things going through my head
Lot of emotions coming from my face
It simply ain’t easy to move forward
It simply ain’t easy to leave this place
Still yet to be recognized by people
Still yet to make a name in the crowd
At least been known among my friends
At least made my loved ones feel proud

#FarewellNSIT #GonnaMissThoseDays


Duality


Ying Yang

Our Pity Little Mind
filled with Ying-Yang Rhymes.
Thinking Right or Wrong,
Spreading Love or Hate,
Dwelling Respect or Ego,
Doing Perfect or Mistake,
Becoming a Friend or a Fiend,
Admiring Truth or Lie,
Building Trust or Betrayal,
Raising a Rose or a Gun,
Preaching Peace or War,
Making Heaven or Hell.
All over this supreme Duality
Either we Live with it or just Fake over it.

Duality of a Man


Is it the End of the Beginning ?


Is this the way
to feel good about yourself ?
Is this the way
to have pride in yourself ?
Is this the way
to earn respect like a man ?
Is this the way
to treat an innocent woman ?
Is this the way
to justify your statements ?
Is this the way
to emancipate your thoughts ?
Is this the way
to try to be like a Boss ?

Why such questions
are still hovering in my mind ?
Why such voices don’t
pass through their heads
while committing any crime ?
Shredding the Glory,
Losing every single Morality,
Raising the Cruelty and,
Without any Epiphany
to every Extent.
Spoiling the Dignity,
Retaining the Irresponsibility,
Breaking the Unity,
Degrading the Society and,
Killing the Humanity
until it’s all Extinct.
Filled with
The Corrupts,
The Hypocrites,
and above all
The Rapist minds.
Not a single place
to run away from them,
Not even a single place
to Hide.

Is this the place
am I supposed to live ?
Is this the New philosophy
should I believe ?
Is this the way
to survive in Nation ?
Is this the way
to claim yourself
an honorable citizen ?
Is this the way
to call yourself
a true human ?

The questions will
keep on coming
until they blow up
your tiny head,
It’s High Time fellas
Really need some
Action and Aggression instead.
Raise your
Voices and Fists
for the Revolution,
Don’t sit and talk
like a douchebag
in a Cafe Coffee Day,
Keep on fighting
until you die hard,
even if we’ve survived
from that 2012 doomsday.

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On a Rowdy Note,
To all those mean cunts,
and those cowardly assholes,
F**K YOU !!!!
I won’t do what you tell me.
F**K YOU !!!!
I won’t do what you preach me.
F**K YOU !!!!
I would tell and preach what it should it be.
F**K YOU !!!!
I would kick your ass for the sake of humanity.

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My Silly Shitty Hovering Mind .. From Darkness To Sunshine


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Ain’t dreaming about
any moment or opportunity
to come and chase for,
Ain’t running towards
success and achievements
to brag myself more.
Even not begging for
some fame, priviledge,
money and blessings to pour,
And really, Don’t wanna
keep on dealing with
these Shits like a moron.

Maybe .. I’ve fallen
into the darkness,
Maybe .. I’m in the
centre of cynicists,
Maybe .. I feel like
an ”Indian Nigga”
who’s ignored sometimes
and even left behind.
or even, Maybe I’m
simply just another victim
of a Shithole Politics.

Despite of all
the Omens of my Life,
Let’s keep them
apart for a while,
Jumping out from
my pity graveyard,
Cutting down the tension
with a Sharp Knife,
as There does exists
my Time to “Shine”.

Just keep learning
from my past li’l mistakes
and moving on further miles long.
Ignore the Bullshit trash-talking
and keeping mind and soul Strong.
Just a Lonewolf
in this Dark Jungle
Dwelling a New Cult
against the Mean Cunts,
Raising Hell with
some Raw Attitude
Making an Optimistic Ego
more damn Blunt.

Someday I will
get what I wanted,
Someday I will
live on my dreams,
Someday I will
drive to the success,
Someday I will
travel across the seas,
Someday I will,
really grow up Damn BIG
Someday I will,
stop taking other’s Shit
Someday I will
get some God Damn reasons
to get rid all of my grieves.
Someday I will
be that one what
I’ve promised to anybody.
And This is the way how,
Someday I will
become a MAN of somebody
from a KID of nobody.

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This Poetry is a part of  Thursday Poets Rally Week 64 by Jingle

Thursday Poets Rally Week 64


Lend a Hand


Old and Rusty are our joints
Serving Generations is what we’ve done
There are no competitions to prove our points
Teaching Humanity and love is what we’ve sown

It’s time for the nation to reap its harvest
Hard work of ours is to come to test
In our children have we produced zest

Now that we’re old
Which is supposed to be gold
Isn’t it their responsibility
To show their creditability

Lend a hand in our care
Show your love with your hearts bare
Show us that you respect and care
Isn’t it a chance that’s fair!

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This Poetry is a Part of  Poetry Picnic Week 11 by Bluebell Books

Bluebell Books

and Thursday Poets Rally Week 55 by Jingle

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BIG Thanks to Jingle for presenting me this ” Perfect Poet Award for Week 55 “

Perfect Poet Award Week 55

For Week 56, I would like to nominate Olivia.

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Dilemma


What is right,
Is difficult to decide
But what is wrong
Is easy to point.
That which brings you joy,
And makes you smile
No doubt, is considered worth while.
Whatever has been used as ladder.
If it gives you the desired pleasure,
People call it the real treasure,
People think a little more
Is it the ecstasy you’re looking for?
Remember if the heart is pure,
You’ll get the bless for sure,
When the heart is content.
Just don’t bother with the comments

But what is wrong,
is realized after the time has gone
Then the man is left alone
With his negative all grown
Now to come out of the plight
Again, he has to think of right.
Believe it or not,
What clear is the inner sight
And you have the power to flight,
Every wrong will surely transform into right.

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This post was a part of  Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 53
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India of My Dream


I dreamt of a Proud India
Peace helps in making
strong people and Nation,
which is the result of
India’s left long patience.
India stands for its
value and wealth.
Its culture, religion and people
are its strength.
Varied Cultural and Multi Linguisms
Inter Woven so well,
that truly denotes
the warmth of India as well.
Secularism a lesson of peace,
India has learnt
That Communalism, Casteism
and Fundamentalism should totally be burnt.

I dreamt of an Inspiring India
where The Golden Paths of
Mahatma Gandhi’s Motives,
Raja Ram Mohan Roy’s Reforms,
Swami Vivekananda’s Ideals,
Shaheed Bhagat Singh’s Sacrifice,
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose’s Bravery
won’t ever be rejected.
And even, Today’s
Kishore Da’s Songs,
Lata Mangeshkar’s Voice,
Kapil Dev’s Victories,
Sachin Tendulkar’s Glories,
Abdul Kalam’s Mind,
Bharat Kumar’s Pride,
A.R. Rahman’s Musical Fusion,
Anna Hazare’s Revolution
would also be added.

I dreamt of a Peaceful India
where national Integration has
led to Unity in Diversity,
and its Rich Heritage has
led to its popularity.
Holi, Diwali and Christmas
are celebrated together,
and Sacrifice and Patriotism
for the country has led to
Faith in each other.

I dreamt of an United India
where People born and grow up
with Vivid Imaginations,
Taking Ideals from many
as their source of Inspiration.
Creating Peace all the time,
Holding each others’ hand,
Banishing Discrimination,
Maintaining Co-operation,
Killing every aspect of
Terrorism, Rivalry
and The Deadly Corruption,
Giving proudly to India
The True Democratic Definition
of an Independent Nation.

I dreamt of an Incredible India
where we abide by tolerance,
to make India a land of
Endurance and Forbearance.
We need to show the World
what really is Independence.
Keep on Fighting
for Peace and Dignity,
Keep on Running
for Success and Victory
until the end.
Even if you’re scared to
bring this BIG CHANGE in your life,
May be you don’t have any clue,
But Don’t be afraid of nothing,
Just keep counting on everybody
to make this little dream come true.

!! Jai Hind !!

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This Poetry is a Part of Thursday Poets Rally Golden Jubilee Week by Jingle

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.. True Beauty ..


This poetry is based on TRUE FACTS which i’m noticing these days for a long time . It has neither copied nor disrespecting content. Seriously, No Offence in any case. It’s totally written with Pure and Real Words of Creativity from my Heart and Please Read this one with yours’. 🙂

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… True Beauty ….
A thing that never hides
from these precious eyes,
A thing that’s truly inside
and even, forever resides.
Sometimes it is unseen,
But it is not mean,
Sometimes it is bare,
But it lies within you,
as it is always there.

Still curious and amazed
with Today’s Pretty Women,
Seems like they won’t be
getting a True Satisfaction,
having a Strange Obsession,
with Big Lame Expections,
and still would be playing
with God’s Holy Creation.
Putting that Lip Gloss,
Fragrance of Candy Floss,
Painting all over the Body
with Powder and Tanning Lotion,
and even, covering
all those sexy things
with Plastic Implantation. 😛
All this madness
is raising now,
on every Race,
on every Culture,
on every Nation,
Where these bitches still
keep on running for Perfection.

But you can’t blame
all of them every timek
as even today’s guys
praise them like n00bs.
All they dream about
their fantasies every time
Riding with a Blonde having
Pamela Anderson’s B**bs,
Kissing a Brunette having
Angelina Jolie’s Lips,
Dancing with a Latina having
Kim Kardashian’s Hips,
This horny creepy World
is getting more Lusty,
People keep on
Stalking like Perverts,
and even,
Praising like Nerds,
Their Mind Will be
getting more Dirty.
They won’t ever
get a LIFE like this,
Until they Wake up
from the fantasy,
And come back
to REALITY.

Enough of this
Lusty Pollution,
Beauty has a
Naturally Pure Definition,
It can’t be covered
with any Makeup,
as it means True Love.
It even can’t
be Baked up,
as it the Flight
of a Dove,
With no
defects and flaws,
Nobody in the world
seems to be Ugly,
Just Keep your mind
DAMN Clean enough,
Never make it Dirty,
Just be proud of being
whatever you’re,
And how do you look,
Never Feel so guilty,
You’ll get on you own,
The Pure meaning of
.. The True Beauty ..

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As Y’all have notice the editing and indentation of poetry has been done in such a way that It is forming a “Curved-body shape of Woman” in every paragraph. Hope you’ve Like this one as well 😉

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This Poetry is a part of Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 49 by Jingle

Thanks for reading. ^_^

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Also a Great Thanks to Jingle for giving me Perfect Poet Award Week 49

And, for the Golden Jubilee Week 50, I would nominated “Someone Is Special”.

Perfect Poet Award Week 49


I Remember


His face, i remembered.
Gaunt, paler by the day.
my face, he doesn’t see.
Where his vision fails,

He is teetering on the
jagged edge of death’s hole.
Yet he is smiling with
the warmth of a newborn baby.

Does he feel alone, fearful
in death’s cold cradle?
Or does he see the end
as an end to his suffering?

my pain is that
i’d given him pain.
The emotional fortress’s defenses
shatter momentarily, but never enough
to let others in.

As Death gave him one last call,
i pulled up the white sheets,
half thankful that
now, i’m allowed to cry.

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This Poetry is a part of Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 46 by Jingle

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Satisfy the Hunger of Success


In the waves of life
When one has to strive
Everywhere thorns are scattered
Neither a chance to escape
Nor even chance to turn back
Like a Coward

When walls of relationship and patience get the cracks
Foe approaches along with a sword
Symbolizing the death
One even forgets his breath
When situation becomes more critical
Webs of sorrow trap
Unable to take a short nap
Makes to feel like crap
No time a Relax

But.. !
One who closes his eyes to struggle
With a sole judgment of right & turn
To dreams of success
One who determines
Definitely gets the illumination of divine
And one very day
The sun will rise
When he’ll open his eyes
Will find himself
On the peak of success
To touch the sky
Who succeeded to
Satisfy hunger
Which even also tastes good

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This Poetry is a part of Thursday Poet’s Rally Week 45

Happy Rally !! 😀

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Somewhat Common !!


You’re beautiful
… but strange …

You’re smart
… but still slow ..

You’re impatient
… but fast …

You’re tired
… but still last ..

You’re hot
… but still cold …

You’re established
… but not old ..

You’re a Lover
… but still alone ..

You’re a Loner
… but not unknown ..

You’re waiting
… but happy …

You’re leaving
… but staying …

You’re amazing
… but weird …

You’re yourself
… but still feared …

We both want to be
… A forever seen star….

I have to say
… a lot in common is what we are ..

Our Imaginations are unbound
… Keeping dreams too far …

Just always Be Proud
… for being what we are …

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Selected for :- Thursdays Poet Rally Week 43 By Jingle

Happy Rally !!!

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Journeying For Dreams


Sometimes in the lateness of night’s cover,
don’t you wonder at everything
how life seems to be made up of
a series of ups and downs…
always keeping us at our toes’ end.

No rest, just continuous slogging on
the path is long and winded
there are rivers and mountains
as wide as huge as the imagination can weave.

Those are the obstacles waiting to meet us
waiting to bring us down
down I may go
but up I will rise again
with wit and determination
to reach my destination.

The motions are set into work once again
who knows how it all will turn out?
pray may I be blessed
with good luck and good fortune
that I may surpass myself someday
that I may look back and say
it’s been a good journey.


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Selected for :- Thursdays Poet Rally Week 40 By Jingle

Happy Rally !!!

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Got a Precious award in Advance by Jingle

For Next Week Rally I would like to nominate “Lynnaima

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Love Is..


 

Love is something Special,
to Have it
Love is a Pure feeling,
to Feel it
Love is an Aroma,
to Smell it
Love is so Delicious,
to Taste it
Love is so Pleasant,
to Enjoy it
Love is very Valuable,
to Take it
Love is very Powerful,
to Sense it
Love is so Beautiful enough,
to Appreciate it
Love is now a Necessity,
to Have it.

 

Love is in The Air,
to Breathe it
Love is a Ocean,
to Swim it
Love
is a Light,
to Spread it
Love is a Symphony,
to Hear it
Love is a High Hill,
to Climb it
Love is a Truth,
to Accept it
Love is a Trust,
to Believe it
Eventually,
Love is your Life,
to Get With it,
and,
Love is a Reason
to Live it

 

But,
Love is neither a Lie,
Don’t Pretend & Fake it
Love is nor Lust and Sex,
Don’t F*ck it
Love is neither Money,
Don’t Squander it
Love is nor a Politics,
Don’t Play it,
Even, Love is not Pain,
Don’t Hurt it.

 

Because
Love is not inbuilt
in your Brain,
Don’t Use it
It’s lying inside
The Depths of your Heart
Then, Just Show it !!

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Published In :- Thursday Poet Rally Week 35

Jingle Poetry

and Room For Romance #12

Room For Romance #12

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.. Depths Of My Heart ..


 

Depths Of My Heart

 

The Depths of My Heart
Holding immense of varying emotions
Running inside through these veins
Causing Terrible IMPACT all over
Controlling over my Li’l Brain.
Sometimes very happy,
Sometimes that much sad
While, Sometimes in love,
Sometimes in agony,
And even sometimes very mad. 😛
Thoughts revolving around
Hovering all the time.
Even inspiring me so much from anybody
And making to try to be like them for a while.

 

The Depths of My Heart
Makes me just like a Soldier
Who Plays with Death
Standing One Step Closer
Getting bruises and scars all around
Still Unstoppable to take a Break
Seeking for peace
And Fighting for Independence
Even putting his life in Stake
He hates Tyranny and Slavery
And Gives a F*ck to Terrorism
Only thing he believes in
Blood and Sweat form Patriotism
Everybody wanna be like him
Wanna be like that BRAVE
Would get ready for a Sacrifice
And die happily in The Holy Grave

 

The Depths of My Heart
Makes me just Like a Man
To hold himself with a Belief
Conquering all the damn strength
To move out from his own GRIEF
Having a Duel with The Mighty Satan
Like a Big “DABANGG” (Fearless Guy) 8) 😉
Without having any Fear
And even, without having any doubt
N’ putting his all power
To whip all those DAMN threats
That tried to take him out.

 

The Depths of My Heart
Makes me just Like a Friend
Who never forgets you till the End
And, he’s the one who never pretends.
Sharing his thoughts with you
Giving you happiness in every Moment
To maintain his Friendship
at every sort of aspect
Even would do anything for his friend
with Hustle Loyalty n’ Respect 😉

 

And, Finally
The Depths of My Heart
Now, makes me just Like a Lover
Whose LOVE just grown in Rain
Like a Blooming Flower
Getting fascinated to somebody
Ain’t any sort of Lust? 😛
Looking to that beautiful
Ohh Baby !! It makes him to Blush
Thinking about her anywhere
Many Shitty things in his head get flush
And It seems like, He’s like Y’all
Who finally had a sweet CRUSH.

 

These are certain thoughts
That usually lies in my Yard
And I am still embracing the FACT
I won’t break, cut n’ torn them apart
Whatever they might be
Even else if it sometimes
Makes me Feel bit Retard 😛
Coz’ these things would and forever
Inside The Depths of My Heart. 😉

 

All the Thoughts of Mine would be lying inside The Depths of My Heart

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Selected for :- Thursdays Poet Rally Week 34 By Jingle

Thanks Jingle for giving me “Perfect Poet Award for Thursdays Poet Rally Week 34”

Moreover, I would like to nominate Dr. Madan Goyal for Week 35

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Examination


It’s getting too Damn Hard to bear.
Those days are coming near and near,
As It’s The Worstest Days of The Year,
And your Heart just trembles with fear !!

 

It’s seems Like, The clock now-a-days..
is too much Tick-Tocking ,
As Examinations is going 24X7 in my Mind …
Too much vigorously Knocking !!

The Exam Stress

Too much to study for the Exams
Learning all the concepts of every single bit
The Syllabus is too lengthy,
It’s hardly gonna complete.
Need to pay attention from Today onwards,
Coz’, It’s fucking useless to Study at the Last Minute !! 😛

 

Need to clear all those Examinations,
Just for a while, Suffer That Bit Torcher and Pain,
Otherwise, Would definitely FAIL for sure,
And have to face it again next again !! 😛

 

Though, Bit scared from such evil threats,
not having any place to stand tall ,
Still, I Don’t give a DAMN about it,
and even not giving up so easily at all !!

 

Though the days of Depression n’ Insomnia
might have been back again,
You can’t easily move on,
But It’s not impossible that much
Just prepare myself Possibly the best
and even get practiced harshly,
Physically, Mentally, Emotionally,
And so Eventually,
Not Mugging like a Jackass Moron !! ;P ;P

 

In the meantym ,
I wish y’all the Best 2 awl ma fellows… ; ) ; )
awl we need out there is a damn Luck ,
Just focus n’ concentrate on your studies
More and More and More and More,
Yeah !! Infact , now even I feel that …
Examinations really sucks the Core !! ;P ;P

 

And By the Way Fellows,
if You’ve got such threats from Mr. Examinations
Simply Don’t pay attention to it
Try to be fearless n’ stand tall ,
Just Focus on your Studies and your Grades
Please, Don’t Let your Future on the Downfall !!! 😉 😛

 

All the Best For The Exams

All the Best For The Exams

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Selected for :- Thursday Poet Rally Week 32 by Jingle and # 104 The Monday Poetry Train

Thanks to Jingle for nominating and giving The week 22 Perfect Poet Award.

As for Week 33,  I nominate Sumit Sarkar for the Perfect Poet Award.

Happy Rally 2 You All!

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Blood And Sweat Form Patriotism


Blood and sweat form Patriotism
Without patriotism,
Sacrifice is incomplete
Anyone can insult and cheat.
Remember if the country is dependent,
Then, we can’t claim to be Gandhi’s or Nehru’s descendents.

Blood and sweat form Patriotism
Happiness an Money really doesn’t matter
As they are required only to flatter,
Patriotism comes only when
One is ready to sacrifice i.e.
To pay the highest price,
With no sign of cowardice
All this generates a feeling
That remains forever nice.

Blood and sweat form Patriotism
Patriotism makes one immortal
Fills our heart with pride in total
Where the air of patriotism blows,
There the river of Blood flows
Where the head is raised without fear,
Only there is found the laughter of cheer.

Blood and sweat form Patriotism
As sacrifice is a nation,
It’s far away from trivial emotions
Where there is patriotism in the air,
Soldiers always struggle and strive
Cut their own heart with knives.
No one can understand better than us
As we are the ones who feel it first
Blood and sweat form patriotism.

Thursday Poets Rally Week

This Poetry is an Official Post for Thursday Poets Rally Week 37
and even a paying a Tribute to all those Soldiers who’ve sacrificed their Lives for the Nation.


… GRIEF …


Yo!! Every day and night
I always keep on Dreaming,
Just to hide the damn fact
Which I don’t want to believe in,
I can’t take this anymore
Coz’ those tears are still bleeding,
Since those days won’t be cumin’ back
So It’s Damn f*cking useless for a pleading.

Since I m not a Waving flag
I m not that damn stronger,
Getting tamed by almost everybody
Can’t take it anymore so longer,
So, I Need a break from such Hell sh*ts
As such things won’t get over,
And finding an another place like Heaven
Coz’ it’s the only damn place to Hover.

Those nice days reminds me so much,
Which even comes in your life very hardly,
But soon, The Tables turned out-of-nowhere
Where I’ve lost somebody very badly,
Now It’s late to have remorse & regrets
Coz’ the time has already gone out for a guilty,
Still on a trail to find them out
So much Truly, Madly and Deeply.

So while walking though those sufferings
Still hanging on with a self belief,
That all those Dreams gonna be true someday
Surely get back those senses of relief,
But Damn It !! This won’t hide the f*cking reality
and There’s no way I won’t deceive
Coz’ I’ve lost my dear loved ones in the middle,
and That’s THE BIGGEST GRIEF that I’ve ever received !!

Still having a Dream every time I wake
Though the clock yelling me out that ‘It’s too much late’
Battling from those Nightmares, My life is now in stake
Just making some new roads of my very dear Fate !!

Though these Roads are very tough to move on
Even its surface are very hard,
But there is no way I m gonna give up like a Moron
Not anymore in my own Yard.
Those my loved might have gone to infinite
Dunno how much they are far apart
But still there’s a place for them
& forever they reside in his HOLY HEART !!

The GRIEF Still and Forever Resides Inside The Depths of my HEART

The GRIEF Still and Forever Resides Inside The Depths of my HEART