POEM

      Yes, I’m leaving.
Yes, I'm leaving it forever, bye to all.
Will not be back with any cost and credit.
As seen, nostalgic activities of hand full creatures.
Would like to be retired forever from it.
But, heart full thanks to those supporters and its opponents.
Let it grow and bloom half of the world, it doesn't matter to this artistic.
World isn't a big city? Guess, has lots opportunity elsewhere.
Will have chance to serve the needy, if one having a willing heart to do so.
Had, never regret about the anything that has happened in life.
As known, it cannot be changed, undone or forgotten.
Will take it as a great lesson to learn and will move on forward.
But never be back with any cost and credit.
Believed, one should need to run own race.
But should not have desire of playing nostalgic games with innocent face.
Will just aim to improve to be better than before.
             


  : CAPTIVE

 Her head locket was blank

God sent me, put cinnabar

When I reached her story

I saw paradise due to her dagger.

I thought many things about

When she would be with the veil

But, she put out my life

I didn't get chance to smile.

At the end of my life

I saw her from the basil's cloister

She was in the happy mood

I had been dying due to her.

 

         

            : SILENCE WAITER.

Yap, it was a fierce chilly cold-cold winter.

Has a great desire of hot coffee near by heater?

Though my eye turns towards the long distance meter.

Sighted, to find out the important with the red red clean sweater.

Oops! being long wait, soul become the vigorous fighter.

Ultimately, humbly requested to the creature as if a waiter!

Don't keep anybody for a prolonged wait.

She/he may lose her/his current weight

As without work, its a painful to be a salience waiter.

For a reason her/his heart pump like a guitar.

Finally arrived, just to say bye, feel still more bitter

Instead, be always a cruel unloved play hitter.

I plead, don’t make anybody as if a waiter.

For a reason her/his heart pump like a guitar.

 

           : MY OWN HORIZON

Very far beyond the horizon

Rests a mountainous Shangrila

Aptly netted with webs of rivers and rivulets

Embellished with springs, twigs and herbs.

Yes, there I and my community belong

Born and grew sharing commotion and joy for centuries.

Misfortune befell, ruler turned wild, Joys robbed

Entity raped, Ruler turned wild

Amity derailed and the progeny of the soil forcefully ousted.

Life then began under huts along side of river banks of foreign soil

Misery and scarcity routine for twenty years.

Plea then heard... by the blessed land of Columbus.

Body now rests in Columbus land with soul hovering over

my native Shangrila. Thus, in my eternal

Still survives a sanguine hope, to see the early morning shine

of the new sun over my own Horizon.

 

     : Hope of Green Horizon  

 

Definitely! far away from the horizon,

a mountainous, with river and spring region

where i and my whole family roam as if pigeon.

But unfortunately, we all scatter within short season,

then coupled to led worse life, twenty years as if in prison.

Run with less food, shelter and clothes without any authentic reason

Now, some changes approach us through Columbus step region.

Anyway, still i would like to be there for to be frozen,

I pray the Almighty as per my own religion

let's who ever may be there, remains with happiness

and prosperity along with the hope of Green Horizon.

 

             : Frustration

 

I feel in `x` more tension

that`s the reason, world of 21st century I do mention.

No where I sense promotion!!

found myself only in demotion.

Don’t know why? I nev’ have had consolation.

yet, to my ‘x’I do mention.

But always find myself in false action.

thus, I spell to my`x`congratulation

hence, so tragically, I pronounce…

there shouldn’t be any classification.

with a wish I request my `x’

to be relied on reintegration and plead my `x`

not to be befriended by duplication.