Beauty….

Today, I sign up in beauty…..

The beauty of Gold over soil,

The beauty of sky hugging the trees,

The beauty of Birds, that extract all my tensions, by flapping their wings, in peaceful air,

The beauty of Sun, when it kisses the soil,

The beauty of Giving Life, with no desires,

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

But,

We find beauty in such beautiful statues, who is temporary…

Who Inhale or Exhale…

Who broke by words…

Who like you, but not love you…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

But,

The beauty is that,

Which lies in the words of William Wordsworth…



The beauty, which lies in taking care of life…

The beauty…..

which lies in the relationship of Earth with its beauty…

The beauty, which lies in words, that flow with the streams of water…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

The beauty, that we neglect…

The beauty, that we forget…

The beauty, that we deny…

The beauty, that is on Calenders now…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

But, today…

The beauty is called a STATE…

The state which followed by, commas and plosives…

THAT BEAUTY…..

THAT BEAUTY…..

” THE BEAUTY IS A SYMMETRY, ORDER AND DISCIPLINE”.


			

Sin…


The dreams was in my mind,

had no alphabets and no voice..

The streams in my eyes,

have no hydrogen and no oxide..

The voice stopped in my throat,

have no listner and no mike..

The words in my pen,

have no color and no kind..

The me that was in mine,

had no way and no sight..

Golden sparrow…..




Turning pages of history

Revealing stories of discovery,



My eyes glued over a page


the page of our drainage,



Flowed out emotions of standing


in the stream of understanding,




The place of Gods of morality,


rulled by gods of humanity,



The place of oneness in main,

from showering in rain, to travelling in train,


Seems like imaginations of vow

where are this now?


Seems like glued over tales

of no fairy, no mails.....