Beachly Beauty . . . .

I stand beneath the sky,

my hands open wide,

seeing the gulls flying high,

the beautiful nature by my side.

The salty waves of the sea,

wash away my mortal feet,

algea and moss, down I see,

wet but warm by the solar heat.

Far away from the town,

from those noisy streets,

I sit on the natures crown,

where serenity and peace meets.

stones and stars on the beach sand,

decors my footprints left behind,

I pick them up by my naked hand,

saving those moments in my urban mind.

I see that undernurtured nature,

tortured and pained, for a long time,

to preserve this beauty in literature,

Today I write this rhyme . . . .

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 truth in the truth,

the lie in the raising youth.

Only then you can do the justice,

when the truth you don't miss.

raise your voice and stand for good,

do everything, which you could.

Then the justice will be justified,

you complex mind now, Simplified . . . .

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 running the death race,

With no time to admire the infant face,

OF the freedom, with the broken heart,

Stepped upon and torn apart . . . .

The timeless time running past,

The heartless heart beating fast,

Countryside dirt better than townly filth,

Bewaring our minds of its falling health.

Something unpleasant crawling to happen,

So I took out the ink and my pen,

To warn you of the upcoming calamity,

Unnatural, but with great surity,

Which if trigerred will be unstoppable,

Ones executed, will be unbeatable,

A creation of human mind,

To stop it some method we should find.

The unrespected me in us we should awake,

And crash the attitude, the show off just a fake,

Wake up the human, the warrior within,

A new revolution, we have to begin,

To begin this world one new mesaage we need to send,

With this line my rhyme comes to an end . . . .

Fly High . . . .

Let your dreams take a flight, 

in the unbound space like a kite.

Untie them & let them fly high, 

till they reach the infinity above sky....

Release yourself of the mental trauma, 

and stay away from the real life drama.

Then you'll know the vagues of perception, 

and reality behind your mental creation....

Dreams aren't just dreams, let them fly.

They are the goals which you should try

to achieve & proove this creepy world, 

that you aren't a naive who can be knurled....

Raise over the earth and touch the sky, 

open up your mind and fly high.

Forget about the world and never sigh, 

keep on going and leave your dreams to fly....

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 want, 

The world where I can enjoy my life, 

Where perhaps, the simple one can't

take me, or can make me strive....

At the end where it leads.

As beautiful is not always good, 

and no one generally pays heed, 

to the ugly one, which they should.

I am now left with no more time

to fulfill the purpose for which I am born, 

Taking the simple path will be acrime, 

so I choose the path, the one with thorns....

Luck . . . .

Everything's based on the LUCK, 

Many times it gonna SUCK, 

The happiness of your life, 

And it will make you STRIVE. 

Luck will make you cry, 

Till your end until you DIE. 

Your life is PRECIOUS, 

And you are gracious. 

You will try leading it well, 

And your luck will make it HELL. 

Take luck as a boon, 

And you will feel this soon, 

Luck can be good not always bad, 

It can kill the DIFFICULTIES you had. 

But don't ever RELY on luck, 

Or else it gonna stuck. 

You are your own BOSS, 

So you will never be in loss. 

You should be WISE, 

And your aim should be precise. 

Luck will put HURDLES on your way, 

For this I will only say, 

That my friend, never SELL your SOUL, 

Just keep your eyes on the GOAL.

Open Your Eyes . . . .

Have you ever SEEN,

The WIND that blows?

Have you ever felt,

The cool water of BROOK?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never went to a VILLAGE,

Neither you want to go.

Have you ever compared your life,

With that of a ORPHAN child?

Have you ever thought of your MOTHER,

The mother who gave you life?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never CARED for others,

Neither you want to.

Have you ever felt,

The immense happiness that you get,

When you give a loaf of BREAD,

To a STARVING beggar?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never HELPED anyone,

Neither you want to.

Have you ever felt the JOY,

After you loose a fight,

And are teased,

By the WINNER?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never made any FRIEND,

Neither you want to make.

Have you ever HEARD,

The CHIRPING of birds?

Have you ever FELT,

The freshness of morning DEW?

I know your answer,

Isn't it no?

This is bcoz you never saw the real NATURE,

Neither you want to see.

You have seen nothing,

Nothing of this BEAUTIFUL nature.

You have felt nothing,

Nothing good in this beautiful LIFE.

You don't have TIME,

Time for any beautiful thing.

My friend, just take out some TIME,

Open up your SENSES,

& lie on the green & soft GRASS,

Then you will EXPERIENCE,

Experience the eternal BEAUTY of nature,

& then only you will feel,

That you have got EVERYTHING in life. 

Silence . . . .

A silence, like death prevails in me.
The hell approaches to swallow down me,
Waiting for death I sit in silence.
Silence, silence everywhere silence.
Silence today, is DARK & SOUNDLESS,
Once it was LOUD & ALARMING.
Everything's dark, nothing I can see,
Today the silence silences me.

The world is quiet, no one speaks.
No bird chirps & no rabbit seeks,
The shelter dark, the Burrow once it lived.
HEAVEN now is a word of past,
HELL's approaching the world too fast.
No human now lives in the world.
BEAST & only BEAST I can see,
The silence everywhere silences me.

Be A Rebel . . . .

Crushed & shattered today we mourn,

Truthless & lifeless like a stone.

Kicked & thrown by the passerbyes,

No one's there to hear our cries.

We see no day, no light,

There's night and only night.

Just a ray we wait to see,

Ray of hope that one day we will be FREE.

Unable to bear any more the burden,

We fight and chains on us harden.

More powerful than us the dominators have been,

But we can't quit, nor we are able to win.

The enemy is strong but all will be vain,

Coz we have nothing to loose, only can gain.

We now know that the world is a HELL,

To survive here we'll have to be a REBEL.