Simply Emotions

You know very well- How did you react? When in your lap, I wept. You know how it was, When together did we sit Beneath a tree, Like birds; so natural and free. You know how it was To gaze the world with one eye, You know how bad I feel Whenever I see you cry. But one day, you turned your coat, Placing a big lump in my throat. I screamed, I cried. I asked for death But I was denied. Now, how would you feel If your heart I peal.

Life was what, clay and sand, Stood  in an unnoticed heap At some forbidden land. Surrounded by loneliness and scars, Like I was living behind the bars. But when you came, You burned a flame, That flame redeemed me From the sins on my name. When it's blessings bestowed, Then it's spiritual light showed, What was veiled near me. It's only when you came That I am in love with thy name.

You should never believe in people even if they are talking good about you. It is the worst tragedy that ever happens to a person when he starts believing in what people say about him. That is the first step towards losing your self-confidence and your faith in yourself. Now you must be asking one question to me- why not to believe in people? The most important point is- people are too quick in forming their opinions. And the second is- they don’t make sure from the person about whom they are forming their opinions. For a person, who has been getting along with the positive blows of fate for an appreciable period; they make him a hero. During this period, person enjoys the heroic air and moves with a swagger. And the misfortune is- it is very difficult to resist the heroic status. You can’t close your ears when something is good is being said about you.   Now when the good luck ceases or when the reality shows up or the bad luck comes- if rightly put. The thing is good l...

I write I write about pains I have my pain too, I write about problems And I am always passing it through. I write about smiles But I have met with tears, I write about comforts But my mind is full of fears. I write about beauties But I never see one, I bring angels on earth But I have met none.

There is a lady: As much as reality As in my dreams, Her magic she has shown, My heart she has stolen And my mind she has blown. I woke up: When everyone is fast asleep, I come out of my bed And then silently weep. Can I never ever meet her? Or does she prefer to live away? Someone please tell me: I severe, I will never bisect her way.

A chocolate stream flowing in the way Like silky and milky moon, An inspiration flows Making several poets alive. Out of the foggy air, An innocent face shines Forcing a heart to commit million crimes. 

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