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  • Maurya - The Warrior Emperor . . . .

    Chandragupta Maurya "I am the man, the warrior, whoever be my enemy I don't care, disciple of chanakya the great, having ability to change my fate. The great king of the history, my past still a great mistery. Whenever I stood up with a sword, I became the death lord. With flowing...
  • The Devil . . .

    A unknown, unwanted aspect of me, a pitch dark space as deep as sea, the piercing cry of a broken heart, creeping down to tear me apart . . . . Full of aggression, regression, the indestructible creation, is the shadow raising parallel to me, high up in dark, which you cant see . . ....
  • Ashoka - The Warrior Becomes Meek . . .

    Emperor Ashoka "Oh! king of the kings, my emperor" said the minister witha sign of terror, "Kalinga still remains uncaptured, Its still a free perching bird." "What's the problem, let it be free, it's a tiny nation why don't you see?" said the emperor with great wisdom. then the minister...
  • A Poem . . . .

    A poets rhyme that never rhymes, a guilt rising after a chain of crimes. A thought in mind lurking about, a voice in heart craving to come out. An un-understandable phrase, that drives in a lot of praise. A creative play of thoughts, that can beautify even moon's blots. An unbound...
  • Justice Justified . . . .

    For a justice to be justified, your thoughts have to be simplified. To make a choice between two obligations, truth and lies like dancing animations. When your thoughts fight a lot, to choose the good or to choose not. Then pack up your complex mind, and let your heart then find, the...
  • Roads . . . .

    Two roads, one to choose.... Which one I don't Know. One I take, other I loose.... I stand there, my head low,  Thinking hard, which one to take?  One path so simple, so gay,  The other one surely can make.... My journey hell, but it also may Lead me to where I...
  • Maurya - The Warrior Emperor . . . .

    Chandragupta Maurya "I am the man, the warrior, whoever be my enemy I don't care, disciple of chanakya the great, having ability to change my fate. The great king of the history, my past still a great mistery. Whenever I stood up with a sword, I became the death lord. With flowing...
  • The Devil . . .

    A unknown, unwanted aspect of me, a pitch dark space as deep as sea, the piercing cry of a broken heart, creeping down to tear me apart . . . . Full of aggression, regression, the indestructible creation, is the shadow raising parallel to me, high up in dark, which you cant see . . ....
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Tuesday, 21 February 2012

A Poem . . . .

A poets rhyme that never rhymes, a guilt rising after a chain of crimes. A thought in mind lurking about, a voice in heart craving to come out. An un-understandable phrase, that drives in a lot of praise. A creative play of thoughts, that can beautify even moon's blots. An unbound flight of words, flying high, higher than birds. Some kind of unnurtured imagination, its a person's...

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Maurya - The Warrior Emperor . . . .

Chandragupta Maurya "I am the man, the warrior, whoever be my enemy I don't care, disciple of chanakya the great, having ability to change my fate. The great king of the history, my past still a great mistery. Whenever I stood up with a sword, I became the death lord. With flowing blood of a kshatria, I rose up the empire maurya. The wind tells my tales, the emperor who never fails. The...

Thursday, 9 February 2012

The Directionless Directions . . . .

The confusion of vision, The thing we say, The paranoid illusion, Is showing us the way, The directionless direction, To the profound space, Moving swift without motion, No more shining face, No more awkward fashion, Just a directionless direction, To the space full of nothing, With some traces of emotions, A space where nothing fills everything, A space within our complex mind, With...

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Dilemma Of Perception . . .

The unknown dilemma of perception, The in-heroic creed of jurisdiction, THe unpathetic pathetic works, Of the inhuman human lurks. Creepy darkness of the blinded sense, The boiling heat behind the fence, The frozen fire in the warrior, Guilt-free crime rising the fear. The unknown, unwanted human creation, Is giving rise to the animated destruction. Homo-Sapiens busy...

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