Forget Me Not…

By your side,

I will watch you play.

Stay with you, 

Althrough the day.

I won’t forget you,

I will always be near.

When you see my blue flowers…

You’ll know i am here.

Forget me not my dear…

For every flower dearest, that blossoms the best of me out,

Is only meant for YOU my dear…

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Unceasing Love

​It is a poem of a worthy loving couple,


Just of the religion of Love they were the people.

They loved each other with the soul of eternity,

Their faith and love had abound infinity.

Slow and silent, they exchanged their soul of hearts,

And decided to unite as one out of two halves.

Dreaming the ecstasy and happiness of two world’s heaven,

The anxiously counted dawn and dusk all pretended as one.

But, there prevailed in dark, an unknown fatal risk,

Their destiny was being dissolved by the dark mist.

The supreme wheel of time took a sudden twist,

The ‘one religious’ minds caught the lover’s wrist.

The young gentleman belonged to the holy Islam,

Hinduism was the religion of the lady of charm.

The two young pollens belonged to the “Super Religious farm”!

So, the love measuring the heights of depths was crushed in its arms.

Unfortunately, their love faded in the religious war,

And lost the destiny for which they always waited for.

But, this is not the sad end of the divine love,

From the limitations of life, their love stood above.

And this story furthermore became the symbol of love,

The story named as “The story of two loving doves”.

The place is special where they meet when the night arrives with Twilight,

“The moon of the Moon” is the worthiest place where doves live with pride and tide…

Unceasing Love

​It is a poem of a worthy loving couple,


Just of the religion of Love they were the people.

They loved each other with the soul of eternity,

Their faith and love had abound infinity.

Slow and silent, they exchanged their soul of hearts,

And decided to unite as one out of two halves.

Dreaming the ecstasy and happiness of two world’s heaven,

The anxiously counted dawn and dusk all pretended as one.

But, there prevailed in dark, an unknown fatal risk,

Their destiny was being dissolved by the dark mist.

The supreme wheel of time took a sudden twist,

The ‘one religious’ minds caught the lover’s wrist.

The young gentleman belonged to the holy Islam,

Hinduism was the religion of the lady of charm.

The two young pollens belonged to the “Super Religious farm”!

So, the love measuring the heights of depths was crushed in its arms.

Unfortunately, their love faded in the religious war,

And lost the destiny for which they always waited for.

But, this is not the sad end of the divine love,

From the limitations of life, their love stood above.

And this story furthermore became the symbol of love,

The story named as “The story of two loving doves”.

The place is special where they meet when the night arrives with Twilight,

“The moon of the Moon” is the worthiest place where doves live with pride and tide…

The ‘Me’

​I wish there could be another world,


Fullest of ‘Me’ and no other word.

A lovely place where nothing to abide,

But hush! This heaven shouldn’t confide.

And I would escape to its deepest site,

To live in peace; omitting the sight of other world’s plight.

Adieu to the weeps and to the one’s I cried for,

Because I have found Myself for ‘Me’ to adore.

Here I would merrily count the passing aeons,

As unlike the previous world here is nothing to forlorn.

And in the end I have a phenomenal plan to implement further,

I would turn this ‘Me’ to my beautiful sepulchre.

Since now I have lived the ages in my one age,

I would let my soul to sleep to wake up and beautifully write the next page.

Little but happy times

Manier times it happens that we experience joy in such little things that we might even feel awkward to express them in front of others…

But those little gleams of happiness are what boosts us up for our next challenge. Similarly my exams are finally ending up on 25th September…and finding enough time for long sleep after a week with not more than 3 hrs of sleep…is just woww! 

This greed of spare time also lights up a spark to splendor out the best of me in this final time..☺ So yea, celebrating little moments of joy really counts up!😊
                  #25th September.😁😁

NIRBHAYA Say-“No More”

​From the soul of Nirbhaya, I am a voice,
Listen me! give your conscience a shaking rise.

It’s over. Such atrocities now no more,

For your hellish deeds we aren’t a whore.

Respect of girls isn’t a matter of any reason,

Why can’t you protect them from those demons?

Power with brain are the signature marks of a gentleman,

Then why these rapes are still not ban?

For your body let not those ‘No-Genders’ be a buyer,

For their mere insanity Set you revenge ablaze on fire.

Fight for yourself knowing that you are the strongest,

Show those nefarious the hell which felicitates them best.

Although for the absurdity of six joyriders I became a victim,

In front of my fatal wounds I found my life too dim.

To my ruptured and destroyed internal organs, I succumbed,

But if you think I am dead, you are voraciously dumb.
Why?

Because Nirbhaya is now no more confined to a body or soul,

Ah! I flow in pure blood and live in the hearts of pure Gold.

But Look! Where your wacky deeds have bugged you out,

Where I recite in millions of hearts you did not even get foul air to breathe out!

Lose

Being with some other woman, other than the one whom you claim be,by words that she is yours, Doesn’t make you a ‘man’.

It make you Lose…

Your self-esteem, your values, your character. 

You didn’t get LOVE..

You gained LIES…deceit and stolen affections.

Which didn’t belong to YOU.

And in the end one day(it might be the last day of your life) but for sure you will realize that the girl whom you betrayed and left as an option could have been the one to be holding your hand and saying “I am with you” when this mortal world would be about to reject you and you could have been resting your head in her heveanly lap just if you could have been all the way loyal to her…