Wednesday, June 4, 2014

On Quest: Intensity Of Love towards Nature & Quest




Far moving this mind streams, no rest to spare a long vacation, but the core is here to induce a new theory to raise the new-found planet, with new senses, the sparkling areas that attract a domain pole of amazement.
The ornateness of green upon the forest boughs and its attracting flowers of peaceful smiles.
It will make me happy-happy more to imbibe the aesthetic beauty in some falling lines.
when I have hold a pen to write my feelings upon a white imaginary region is unobserved as silence that I have felt as in tranquillity to beautify the soul.
I had a walk through the foggy pastures, this morning to scan the meaning of it, the quintessence of it, the lightness of it, which makes a true living society pure.
There was it in a village side, the very lowest part of Earth, where I was born,
Where I loved the birds of nature, the reliable realms of the world, when in my childhood days, where innocence that played most among the solitary thoughts.
I mentioned each surprise I had met in life, new and old, rare and vivid as I am going to turn up the folded mind to uncover.
It was tough for the morning to pass a laugh,
But I laugh as I always, for a favour to 'ignorance’, those who have that and know its actual meaning, but hide it in a secret pile of anxiety.
But for who wants to excavate the ‘gist of knowledge' is only an effort leads the rest.
For literally say, I bury and dig at a same time in the midst of reason and mistakes
I am not dying away so sooner in want of bread and water, but I live in the 'Forest’, looking the stars and the sun.
To fathom the pith of uprising wonders that live in the fading parts of the universe, and have a strong aim to work for the welfare of these gathering kids of indolence.

Monday, May 12, 2014

"penetrated poetry...": This Writer Needs Changes

"penetrated poetry...": This Writer Needs Changes

This Writer Needs Changes

As a new stream of change, he loves the conversion in the world, he can change it sooner.Literature is the only weapon he have it at present. He loves to throw his words like the waves, the roaring oceans through his poetic language and the strength is yet determined by strong pulse of knowledge. He like to change the customs of the world, because the world is now quiet in a mess.He wants to show all in the era is against the ‘Satan’—he proclaimed, there is each satan in each mind.So Change him
The way which he wants is Divine—that never its roots decay, with any change in Nature. Nature needs true men and a good breathing society, Wise and cultured,with truth and sincerity.His journeys are for that, he needs Knowledge—through his inventions.

Dictated Revenge

There must be no comparison  with any force for present stage for me to repel;no longer I need that curse;but `scrutiny' is my very genuine habit —that I  do gaze into the prolonged elements of theWorld;and there are many wonders round that above said `World' ,I will make that World as a 'study room' that imparts 'Cultural knowledge'.When the World is my `Muse',the cradle of civilizations,once rich and Cultured with transient preassure.Now will we see those Cultures were torn from the society of all those had good names and darkness prevailed through the gloomy,deserted mankind and sadness is the answer alone.To the very point of view its all about a forest of wild and rugged characters of mankind;with extremity my mind wants to prove and `revenge' for a manly voice —since I kept the very word,which in my opinion is a slow process;to demonstrate for the present wretched society, to follow with peaceful views or if they can't, let them perish by misfortune and grudge one another,are those,who made the Earth's beauty blushed and all her hopes and happiness, until her deep shills I heard with a pensive mind.So that thence I found my arrows of self intention,a secret revenge as my 'pen' I held high,and named it as my `Sword' and for those however never seen the real horror.

CANT TRUST ME, CANT TRUST YOU

  "The spirit fell into the dark pit of doubt:   cant trust me, cant trust you.’ Life’, the more a burn on burn feeling, the longing ...