Declining
days...
Something always stirs up in my mind
But I don't know what and which kind.
I never stepped behind thinking for it.
Even though my attempts never go right.
I feel like I walked correct on my path
Did all the things well and got every faith.
But to my had fortune,
Criticisms followed to my every actions
Indicating bad results to my performances.
I've no any wishes with me to take
For every plans that I attempted to make.
All my attempts failed
Like I watered the sand.
My feet are now so strength less
Even unable to stand.
I fear with happiness
Enjoy with loneliness
I love the darkness
But hate the human closeness.
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Always do laugh....
Always do laugh....
Always do laugh
Never make a cry.
This is what
I always give a try.
Day is equally significant
For a night.
As it is the darkness
for the light.
If night was not there,
Day wouldn´t have so importance.
Light and darkness are interrelated
To signify one´s own existance.
Day comes after night
And night after day.
Same is the principle
With sorrow and joy.
When one comes after another,
Why should one be depressed?
So even if one encounters the sorrow,
Feelings of joy have to be expressed.
Therefore crying is not the way
To defy the sorrow.
Instead do always laugh
And never make your heartmind narrow.
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Your world must be beautiful
Your world must be beautiful
So you undesired to be on mine.
My world is full of trouble and painful
But for me still it is so fine.
Getting your accompany
Reduce the troubles was my desire.
I tried so hard to drag your feelings
But from you I got no admire.
Roaming on the street on your remembrance
Has become my daily routine.
I'm so black fortuned that
I couldn't celebrate even a day of valentine. .
My good wishes are always with you
Besides it I've nothing with me to give to you.
I'm used to embrace troublesome of life
as belongings to me .
So take the joys with you and
present the troubles to me.
A moment of joy has no meaning to me
Because I never deserved it.
Happy, pleasure and joy are indigestible to me
Coz to my life they always outfit.
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A Sweet Dream....
It was a sunny day
Neither too cold nor too hot.
I don't mind to say
Whether you believe me or not.
She was with me
And I was with her.
Besides she and me
No one was there. .
Costumed in truly Yolmo dress
She was charmingly beautiful.
Love reflected her eyes
And her nature was so cool.
She widened her arms
Calling for my embracement.
I copied her actions
To better romanticize the environment.
Both were so mingled in love
Neither we cared to the surrounding
Nor we did for anything.
Love we offered
Love we shared.
Love was only the thing
All we dared.
I melted on her
And did she on me.
We beholded each other
And let none to get free.
She kissed me
And I did the same.
When I happened to kiss her
She made a bitter scream.
With her bitter scream,
I came to end my dream,
And got to know that
It was just a dream.
Only a sweet dream
Nothing more than a sweet dream...
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I'm far away
I'm far away
From the motherland.
For the quest of unknown thing
In the foreign land.
What do I need
How to proceed.
It is unshown
And I'm unknown.
Loneliness and westernity
Has surrounded me.
Still more and more of such
Are left to foresee.
Spiritualism and friendliness
Are no more in attitude.
Love is surface and
Hatred in substitute.
I die every night
But compelled to resurvive every morning.
Voices from motherland echoes for my return
And gives me the warning.
The moment I separated from my family
Is just underneath my eyes.
I fear if the oaths I've given to my mother
Of returning back goes lies.
My eyes are dry
No tear bursts
Even if I cry.
I'm no more than a living corps
Which can neither do nor think?
Like a helpless ship ready to sink.
The water in the pot escapes away
When heated in the form of vapor.
I pray every day and night
for the situation to be in my favor
And take me away along with the vapor.
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