Every grain of sand assembled by the power of faith and dignity. loyal to your dreamer to your builder, phenomenal reality. should I praise the creator on your embracing green valleys? or on the white misty mountains scenery? You are an elegant masterpiece painted by colors of honor , belief and purity. Your summer breeze such a blessing, blows mercy calmly. And dawn awakens within you by the chirping birds melody crowded bazaars with aromatic cuisines the bangle stalls sing a"clink clink" harmony. Cheerfulness pumps like a heart beat from each and every alley. Women gathered for a chit chat children flying kites merely men playing a cricket match family nights with cardamom tea. Satisfaction , relief , comfort and joy are fruits of your growing tree. May you remain in peace , unity and love long lives my country!
The sand of time slips through my fingers covering my feet to slow the journey burying me in rush ,as life lingers I can see the future lying on a gurney
Time is winning for I'm in a continuous state of loss every breath takes me closer to the last breath but I still have a destiny coin to toss I can choose to be the winner after death
faith be my companion ,exploit my seconds truth be my tongue , clear and honest patience be my soul , for paradise beckons light be my eyes , to witness what was promised.
The queen of the sea, thirsty for an aloof drop of water. Reclining on a throne of pearls, gleaming illusionistic pleasure. Glaring eyes shedding salty waves, her breaths are harsh zephyr. Moaning an immortal bitter song, causing ripples in boundless deserts. Walking on the ferocious sea her feet are as soft as feathers. Surrounded with gardens of thorns beleaguered with army of thresher. Dressed with golden rays of the sun chained with windy tethers. As she unties her long black hair, night blusters into shimmery treasures. Despising the monarchical nobility praying for freedom from the luxurious altar.
We all are mirrors effigies of reflection duplicated feelings without vocal connections intentions can be seen under rays of detection I see myself in you you're an image of my imperfection you see yourself in me I'm an image of your imperfection we all are copies some with defects ,some went under correction this world is a mirror representation of our behavioristic collection War, injustice , hunger and torture are some of our selections Yes! we decided to live like this for we had no voice for objection As this world reflects fear anxiety in all directions causing cracks in the hearts light meets rejection mirrors break into pieces one after another, visionary adaption now we are nothing but broken pieces illusionistic infection.
I wont speak, I wont whisper For my honesty is deeper then expressions I read in the book of loyalty empty pages with faithful impressions your loathing water merged into my amorous sea black waves filled with aggression my quietness echoes in your life louder then vocal confessions you try to burn me with your ignorance I am a flaming fragrant progression my silence is patient like an unborn heartbeat your deafness is a perfidious perplexed depression phantom the voices the sounds the talk loquacious deceptions.
by the power of faith and dignity.
loyal to your dreamer
to your builder, phenomenal reality.
should I praise the creator
on your embracing green valleys?
or on the white misty mountains scenery?
You are an elegant masterpiece
painted by colors of honor , belief and purity.
Your summer breeze such a blessing,
blows mercy calmly.
And dawn awakens within you
by the chirping birds melody
crowded bazaars with aromatic cuisines
the bangle stalls sing a"clink clink" harmony.
Cheerfulness pumps like a heart beat
from each and every alley.
Women gathered for a chit chat
children flying kites merely
men playing a cricket match
family nights with cardamom tea.
Satisfaction , relief , comfort and joy
are fruits of your growing tree.
May you remain in peace , unity and love
long lives my country!
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covering my feet to slow the journey
burying me in rush ,as life lingers
I can see the future lying on a gurney
Time is winning for I'm in a continuous state of loss
every breath takes me closer to the last breath
but I still have a destiny coin to toss
I can choose to be the winner after death
faith be my companion ,exploit my seconds
truth be my tongue , clear and honest
patience be my soul , for paradise beckons
light be my eyes , to witness what was promised.
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Every time we're cured
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thirsty for an aloof drop of water.
Reclining on a throne of pearls,
gleaming illusionistic pleasure.
Glaring eyes shedding salty waves,
her breaths are harsh zephyr.
Moaning an immortal bitter song,
causing ripples in boundless deserts.
Walking on the ferocious sea
her feet are as soft as feathers.
Surrounded with gardens of thorns
beleaguered with army of thresher.
Dressed with golden rays of the sun
chained with windy tethers.
As she unties her long black hair,
night blusters into shimmery treasures.
Despising the monarchical nobility
praying for freedom from the luxurious altar.
We all are mirrors
effigies of reflection
duplicated feelings
without vocal connections
intentions can be seen
under rays of detection
I see myself in you
you're an image of my imperfection
you see yourself in me
I'm an image of your imperfection
we all are copies
some with defects ,some went under correction
this world is a mirror
representation of our behavioristic collection
War, injustice , hunger and torture
are some of our selections
Yes! we decided to live like this
for we had no voice for objection
As this world reflects fear
anxiety in all directions
causing cracks in the hearts
light meets rejection
mirrors break into pieces
one after another, visionary adaption
now we are nothing but broken pieces
illusionistic infection.
I wont speak, I wont whisper
For my honesty is deeper then expressions
I read in the book of loyalty
empty pages with faithful impressions
your loathing water merged into my amorous sea
black waves filled with aggression
my quietness echoes in your life
louder then vocal confessions
you try to burn me with your ignorance
I am a flaming fragrant progression
my silence is patient like an unborn heartbeat
your deafness is a perfidious perplexed depression
phantom the voices the sounds the talk
loquacious deceptions.
I hear the sea whisper,
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Some flowers may blossom, but not completely flourish.
... continued