The violence of the religious storm

The Fortified mind that has sufferings and it is holding must grudge against a blind society when its turmoil pains the life to challenge with a pseudo scientific culture. The trivial tongues choked our radiant opinions when the world stood in its contradiction with a unique flight. It has a saddened combat still holding pain in the deepest surge of thoughts. The violence of the religious storm has passed our heads spilling poison in us. Day by day, our world is declining in its various views about culture and religion.

"I found a god,manly in my vast nature,where there is realms wealthy,where I seen the joy of the moving springs and the jumping fawn" - Nithin Purple

"I found a god,manly in my vast nature,where there is realms wealthy,where I seen the joy of the moving springs and the jumping fawn"

- Nithin Purple

WHEN AM MAD

When I am mad I get full authorization to tear apart,a man who jumps like a little fawn.Obedient to dark and dark cloulds.would be my madness knows the mighty world and its darkness never returns to light.So was he,I the constantly lacked little mere child,a child who literally lived long gloomy years,lonely and isolated from seeing love's lonely songs and disappointed in loosing his bow forgoten in his maid's mind wall

WHEN I THINK OF YOU

When I still think of you, you are a little love pot for me,no flattering my words,only pains.so was my love,painful and weeping atop some doomed clouds.Once I was happy and never upset the night am now.Happier than an angel I was and I had plume and freedom to move. I was manly loved.But when now you look at my tireless frame,not one of you say that I had a dream or I had a love bird.

TO KILL A NIGHT

To kill a night is easy because I have pains.I write my pains in traditional papers.And once I feel hurt I will never look back to the papers I wrote.I try to fade away unto the clouds,I mean the world is expecting my sorrow,and challenges me .If any one asks I will frankly explain my failures and my wishes that I couldn't fulfill.If you ask me why are you in melancholy, I dare to say it is,am that.I don't want to blame anyone any one in the world.I go away,I love to go away,far far far far

I DISTURBED A CLOUDY MOON

I disturbed a cloudy moon,I knocked a door private,I went a marriage with out invitation.I ate a feast with out calling me.I went painfully into my world in a memory street.I know all was I, So now let me die like a young gentle man with my forlorn oblivion

WOULD YOU SURE DIE LIKE A STAR

Would you sure die like a star with radiant energy that once a miracle to young hearts.would you die better in happiness that once filled in the envy.Would you die like my Milton,the man who had no eyes to write.If you die like my shelley,I would rather appreciate you because you loved reality and you enquired the world,or If I die I want to die like my hopeless keats better than the world's death

I FOUND A GOD

I found a god,manly in my vast nature,where there is realms wealthy,the moving springs and the jumping fawn,look at the flow both have.Nature was created by nature itself, the way it recycles one another.If you look at that nature beyond you,you will get astonished the gravity and the chemistry linked one another.I found various hypothesis for its origin including the nature comes and it goes so is the living and destructive god, among my eyes

The Highway Man

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy trees

The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor

And the highway man came riding-

Riding, riding

The highwayman came riding to the old inn door

An old ballad, years before we taught was a romantic tale of a young highwayman and his beloved girl Bess, who sacrificed her life amidst the terror, waited for him in the moonlight. That ballad gives an inspiration to poets to invent alliteration, metaphor, and simile to deck their poetry with different colors. In the ‘Highway man’, Noyes tells a great classic with a powerful imagery, which is redolent for the readers. The highway is absolutely his masterpiece with no doubt. It says about the highwayman’s journey to visit the old inn where Bless, the landlord’s daughter lived and the mysterious death of both the lovers. Noyes in the end of the poem evoking the souls of the hapless victims and a persistent ambience created for the readers. The ballad is musical and has a counted rhythm scheme and the rhyme scheme is so interesting. The versed poem will drag the reader to swim deeper to unbar the suspense inside. The ballad is incredible enough with elegant metaphors striking one another. 

YOUR EVER LASTING EMOTES TO ENCOURAGE AN INVALID MAN

Hi Love,

How is the brightness today, did you wake today— early

and how is the atmosphere in your mind, I would always

keen to hear of you. I reached home y'day in the evening 

and was tired and did nothing write other than browsing 

internet,I knew that you are busy,and if busy, the night or day

belong to your self, I agree.Now at the sunshine balcony—  writing for you,

my fingers are skipping with ardent pace in hope of pleasing

your mind and its dancing emotions. I love that you secure its

 everlasting emotes to courage an invalid man.

DECLINED LOVE LETTERS

I still have doubt of why do you cry,did you think I ask some thing harsh, if I 

did, I feel regret of it,its something because of you, your thoughts make me highly, tempting 

.Also its tough for me that you are not near me and the intense feelings are 

killing me.I felt I need you all the times,can you send me your love birds now!

Dont you know am so much curious of you, such a way

I love you, its deferent and and bit voguish, which I enjoyed

ever.I would be strict because its good that we don't forget each

other and we say we want one another.You are the one who 

pretending to be lacking desires and lust because of me.I can

give you anything you need,because it is the part of life too.Think I am with you, with you only..

think I am with you, same as before

we must to quit something for our Love,

time must be a big give up to achieve

the goals of Love 

Its well to know about you. Dont think am harsh or rude,

or ever you had not know that am puntual when I start 

to work.I would love that you dont spare your good times

of today by sleeping or to give your dreams of blizzard.

I need you certain to reality by reading or writing until I 

return to your World