Hate is like ...

Whenever I feel bad
Or maybe so sad
My heart is pumpin'

And also raging
Could it be a devil inside
Or is it whispering from side to side
Hate is like a sandstorm
It blinds your eyes
It also changes your form
At the same time as you cry
But you should heal your heart
Before evil domination starts
Hate is like a sandstorm
Whenever you hear their names
And they treat you the same
Like how they humiliate you
And made you bluer than blue
But you should heal your heart
Before evil domination starts
Hate is like a sandstorm

Colors of life

In the beginning all was pitch black
But colors started to pour over 
Inviting to go for a pleasurely hack
As well as much as to hover 
Walking on the grass so green
Little feet playing in the mud
cascading water washes clean 
new lifes growing in the bud 
Sun shines brightly yellow
Heat waves melting the ground
Pears tasting good and mellow
Listen to many different sounds
Love color meant to be red
Walking up the stairway
Dainty caresses on your bed
Savor them and don’t ask why 
Hopefully don’t feel blue 
There is nothing you can’t do 
These simple words are true 
They are specially for you 
Look up at cotton clouds so white
Like the bride’s immaculate veil
What a lovely charming sight
With colors through life we sail 
No colors and nothing would be bright 
All kinds of colors making us feel light 
Enchanting colors for our eyes sight
Bothering us not to stay in the night 
Enjoy and look at all colors of life 

Marriage

Never both be angry at the same time.
Never yell at each other unless the house is on fire.
If one of you has to win an argument, let it be your mate.
If you have to criticize, do it lovingly..
Never bring up the past.Neglect the whole world rather than each other.
Never go to sleep with an argument unsettled.
At least once everyday, try to say one kind or complimentary thing to your life's partner.
When you have done something wrong,
be ready to admit it and ask for forgiveness.
It takes two to make a quarrel, and the one in the wrong is the one who does the most talking.
Mix love and happiness, add faith.
Blend in understanding,
tenderness, and patience. Add forgiveness.
Toss in laughter.
Generously serves the whole family. 

You are mortal

When you kneel
Kneel on both knees.
When you bow
Bow low from the waist
When you love
Love to death
And when your heart gets broken
Let the pain consume you to ashes
And let the wind blow it away.
Get reborn.
Re-invent yourself
Rise up on your feet
And start living again.
Proudly,
With your head high.
You are a human being,
You’re not flawless
You will do onto others
And they will do onto you.
Its how life is
A chain of event, happenings and decisions.
Don’t lose your identity
Be known for whom you are.
Keep on seeking
Life is a journey
Try not to lose your humanity
If you lose it, you lose yourself.
And you die inside.
The journey stops when you pass on.
The journey never ends if you don’t’ lose your soul.
Be merciful and kind
Live and let live
Die for those who deserve living
Cry…
Cry….
Cry…..
Cry like a child
Paint your face with mud
And scream like a mad person
Lick your wounds and let them bleed clean
Let the scar tissues remind you of the lost battles
Don’t feel sorry for yourself
You are what you made yourself.
Don’t hate yourself
Have the courage to live.
Anyone can die
And when the angels comes
Lie down and let your soul go peacefully
Let them kill you mercifully.
Now .. You are mortal .

A dispute

A dispute controls an explosion, 
They built them on the line of writing; 
Just why do hundreds debate and abandon? 
The living of right is worth reporting.
A dispute managed the experiment,
Hitting and replaying like silver and gold;
My replying worsened, I was diligent
And angry that life became old.
The maddening went on and on, like fire
Blazing in souls, futures did burn,
I didn’t burn or catch fire or admire
This innocent help that made me learn.
Upper class strengths conceal their all ness,
And tall ness may acquire anatomy of riches,
This contained wealth to adore with abruptness,
Your feelings are hidden in adages.
Quench the blood hunger,
The crimson rain from the skies, As the soil burns strong.
Never be willing to dispute anyone, anymore

Peacefulness

There is nothing quite as brilliant
As sun on a red dirt hill
The peacefulness surrounds me
As I hear a songbird’s trill
For so many things, you know
Do not cost a single thing
They are there when we awaken
And by nightfall they still remain
A magnificent looming windmill
Against the clear blue sky
Tranquility warms my heart
And I never wonder why
The sun often surprises
By morning and by night
Clear and plain it’s beauty 
Makes everything seem right
Peacefulness just amazes
And nothing feels so good
It is our inner peacefulness
It isn’t always understood !
no more rebelliousness 
it's flow from within

Be Different

Best emotions come undone
Embracing hearts, each, one by one

Dividing space and time
Inducing love of life
Flowering fields of gold
Flowing into depths of sun
Exploding at the reach of souls
Refreshing even secret goals
Eyes opened long before
Novelty opened the door
Time telling truths that ... once !! they were be different

Vanishing your memory

Since I'm one who believes in live and let live
I want to forget and I want to forgive
All of those who have offended me in any way
Though kind things of me they've not been known to say.
I look to tomorrow 'tis another day
And I'm too old for mind games mind games I do not play
Of life I have so much to learn but I know
That 'tis harder to make a good friend than a foe.
We will leave it to karma for to be our judge
And even those I do not like I will not bear a grudge
My differences with others I have lived to regret
But I want to forgive and I want to forget.
The people I don't like too do not like me
One might say we look at life quite differently
But vanish from your mind every bad memory
And forgive and forget that is how it should be.

Past .. don't you know !!!

Forget the past the past is forever gone
The dead at peace the living must live on
The rill downhill to the river ever flow
And the people like the Seasons come and go.
For our mistakes we can be made to pay
But we cannot change what happened yesterday
But if we learn from the mistakes we have made
'Tis not too high the price that we have paid.
The past is gone and what is done is done
Though old men talk of battles lost and won
But we should not live our lives in yesterday
You win some and you lose some one might say.
The past is gone to it why should we cling
Of long dead heroes the old songster sing
Salute the men and women in their prime
Though they too must also bow to father time.
Forget the past 'tis gone forever more
Like last week's water to the ocean shore
And live for today don't look too far ahead
'Tis soon enough we will be with the dead. 

Where are you !!

Nothing is now forever
It’s the way we need to feel
Thoughts that come out clever
Making the past very real
Come to my heart closer
And bring what you must
You might become the imposer
With everything and your trust
So much comes just once
With the lot to hold on
Edges of feelings blunts
Are never together drawn
We just wander out there
Letting our time to waste
Reasons beside are so glare
Thoughts once wrongly placed
Nothing comes without love
You must just give it all out
Things just kind of might've
Into its very own self-doubt
I want to have it so complete
Let each our desires go there
Without the ways to mistreat
Getting closer tonight to share

My first

It was deep night but all bright, 
When I caught her brilliant sight.
Her gracious sharp and grave sight, 
Pierced holes deep into my heart.
Her tuft of splendid tantalizing hair, 
Invoke me to be her apposite pair.
Eyes did not listen to my word, 
Nor feet did not take my way, 
Heart did not beat at rate I opt, 
Mind did not leave her sight at least.
Again and again she often came, 
Closer to my mind than to my eyes.
Whenever I do think of her, 
Every vein in my heart does pain.
I look for her at places she is
And look for her at places she was.
I take everyone on the way for her, 
Mistake every place for that she walks.
She comes as a mirage and goes again.
With a desperate rate of thought, 
I look at her for her copious sight, 
I tire to have her everlasting laugh, 
I pray to live under her merciful heart.
I take her voice to that of the koel’s cries, 
I take her attire to that of a queen, 
I take her look to that of an angel, 
I take her manner to that of a Goddess, 
I take her compassion to that of the Mother, 
I take her thought to be my life.
I look long for the days to come, 
When I dare to say it’s my first love. 

Animals are better

i saw birds pecking at a snake, 
to save nest of their fellow mate.
i saw a lioness standing against the lions pride, 
to save a calf, she did fight.
i saw monkeys fight a dog to save kitten, 
though in salvaging they got bitten.
these all made me think, 
there i saw love all around.
then i saw a man stabbing his friend, 
for money was more important in his ken.
i saw a woman killing her daughter, 
because she was not happy with the girl's father.
i saw a brother killing the other, 
with his own hand, 
just for a piece of land.
and all these made me think, 
animals are much more better.
who kill because of nature, just to feed.
on money, land and position they dont pay heed.
but humans are not humans any more.
who re infecting the world in whole.
going against their nature, 
as on money, land and position they pay heed.
and kill others even when they have all they need
they keep destroying each other.
and i think compared to humans animals are better. 

Money

Fragrance of relations
Money was always important in the past and
will remain important in the future.
The present revolves around it.
It plays a vital role in the society.
Some says the money is not less important than them faith 
But I think that human values are more valuable than the money.
Fragrance of relations could be obtained only by your style, behavior 
and attitude and not by the money.
When money regulates the relations
It works like a poison.
Blood relations die when money enters between them.
Money becomes havoc when a son demands more and more money from his old parents with out knowing their will.
Money is the need of hour.
But relations become hazardous when its members
Became crazy for money.
Race for money never ends throughout the life.
When we got money, then we again crave for it.
Race for money goes and goes till the life ends.
We crush the happiness of the life for getting it.
We finish the fragrance of relations only for it.
If we die with money we will die without peace and satisfaction. 

Searching the meaning of life ..!!

Shall we be grateful 
for the air we breathe and the life,
we have to fight for, daily - every minute,
to guard against infections
and diseases of all sorts?
Shall we be grateful
for the food and shelter -
we are blessed to have,
even when they are full of -
dangerous microbes and particles that pollute?
Shall we be grateful
for living without hopes,
and caring without incentives -
for growing without goals,
and dying without testaments?
Shall we be grateful
for being created to be and grow,
to eat, work, eat and drink - recour -
to be young, beautiful energetic and then -
in the end, so frail and worn our dignity be gone?
Are we here today in order
to record the wonders of nature,
and the changes in the lives of man and all,
on the planet Earth that swells with life -
only then to quit and return to ashes?
Or else the reason for the presence of man
has not yet been told by the evolution's story
for while we enjoy the goods we have,
we forget to ask why we are here -
and tend to think we'll live for ever! 

Passion of life

To achieve something great in the world you need Passion
To fulfill vision, a great leader’s courage comes from Passion
Whatever it may be, you must find your Passion
If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins
Follow your passion smartly and success will follow you! 
Never underestimate the power of passion
Without passion religion is spiritless
Without Passion history is meaningless
Without Passion art is useless
Follow your passion quietly and success will follow you! 
When you take up a mission with passion
There are no dreams too large
No innovation unimaginable
No frontiers beyond reach 
Follow your passion kindly and success will follow you! 
Our passions are the winds that propel our vessel
Our reason is the pilot that steers her
Without winds the vessel would not move 
Without a pilot she would be lost
Follow your passion truly and success will follow you! 
There is no end and there is no beginning
There is only the passion of life
Passion is universal humanity
Passion is the genesis of genius
Follow your passion faithfully and success will follow you! 

Perfect Vanity

..!! And the wind was, whispering a tune, 
Hoping for the rain to come soon, 
Because I’ve lost myself in the crowd, 
As it swallows me in like the waves of an ocean, taking me down,
Going blind with insanity,
Watching people die for the perfect vanity,
And a bird quiets down as the hunter’s bullet pierces its feathered heart,
If all good things come to an end why do they start?
The thunder rumbles in warning of its return,
Fires blaze in the distances silent screaming forests burn,
Gravity pulls me to my knees,
Begging for it to stop, “Mercy! Mercy! ”
As people stare thinking I’m insane,
They walk on without a, “what’s your name? ”
Because they are blind with insanity,
They are dying for the perfect vanity,
A home is now only a house,
A dog devours an innocent mouse,
And the world moves on blind to death,
Blind to the kids in alleys doing weed and crystal meth,
As the skies quietly go gray, trying to drown my sorrows in rain,
Because my tears weren’t enough to numb the pain,
And children want to be beautiful and like their perfect dolly,
As the homeless walk around with an empty trolley,
But the happy are the ones with an empty heart,
Because their smiles were fake and there “heart” is a mere hole, so dark,
And a leaf falls from a tree not getting too far,
Wiped away with a windshield on a motorized car,
As speed takes people where they need to go,
Hiding from them the truth, the stories they need to know,
And the “cool” woman steps over that once exquisite rose,
What a beautiful plant it could have grown into, but she’ll never know,
Closing my eyes against the eternal pain,
I put the woman to my head again,
As I drown in my crimson blood and I have no more problem to fix no more deals to be dealt,
And the world moves on without giving a thought to help,
Because the have gone blind with insanity,
And they think I have died for the perfect vanity,
Never will they know I needlessly donated my blood to the green grass,
So I wouldn’t have to watch their perfect vanity shatter like glass,
…And now the wind whispers me a lullaby,
Because no one bothered to say good bye,
And a little woman stares at the world passing her by with unbearably painful speed, crying for their insanity,
And they think she’s crying for her perfect vanity…

Life .. shall be lived

one life to live
one life to share
some problems to face 
some sadness to bare 
people to meet and places to be
so many people an places to see
to love and to hold
to stand up in life and be bold
for life has its ups an life has its downs
from cheerful smiles to cheerless frowns
life should be lived and life should be grand
for exciting adventures shall come in this uncertain land 

Be or not to Be

i don't know is it a nightmare or i'm awake
i don't know am i alive or dead
i don't know this time what is this kind of play
you took my blood, you too my feelings, you took my pride, you took my soul away 
after many years of struggles, 
what i see is your ugly face, laughing 
is there anyone to cry with me? 
for all the pain of living
seeing just unfairness, feeling just pain
being in this cage
i want to fly away.
to be or not to be
the question is how to be
i don't want but i want to live
oh the time is passing
torturing me
this passing of time
doesn't mean anything to me
there is no song to make me happy.
there is no miracle on this world
this bird in cage wants to fly away.
but it can't find a away
away to live.
looking at old people
i see everything
at the end we all confess it
but in the middle of the way, i feel it. 

Life is beautiful IF

life is beautiful if 
you close your eyes to outside
preserve every beauty inside, 
for the bird in cage
imagining a fly
life is beautiful if 
you start every second with love
life is beautiful if
you give and give, and get
until you die
life is beautiful if 
you give every thing up
your material life in passing of time
life is beautiful if
you believe all of the children are yours
holding them in your arms and see their smiles
you cry and laugh with your brothers
suffer for their hunger and privations 
life is beautiful if
you never let anybody alone. 

What is justice all about?

No path, no explanation, 
Just feeling shaped by morality, 
It sensed by people, 
But it was acted to be disobeyed.
Justice ain’t be the rule
Rule no justice, 
It is only order.
Stealing or killing, 
Just the same level, 
And prison shall be their class.
When the rules was acted, 
People all over the country, 
Blindly Binding
But the rule ain’t be justice, 
Justice no rule, 
Justice, interalia, live independently

Love is true

A Memory is one, 
One that lasts forever, 
A Memory is one, 
One to treasure forever, 
A Memory is one, 
One you create with someone special, 
A Memory is one, 
One that you wont forget, 
A Memory of you, 
You the special one, 
A Thousand Memories, 
Is not worth a real you, 
A Real you, 
Is needed to make Real Memories! 
My Love is not a Memory, 
My love is True. 

Eye !!

Mirrors or spies
what are your eyes?
Do you see the thorns or the beautiful blossoms?
Do you live with poor self acceptance?
Making yourself less by focusing on faults?
Or do you inspire yourself by focusing on your perfections?
Each blossom does not compare itself each to the other.
What are your eyes mirrors or spies?
What do you see, In the face of a stranger?
Do you see a brave man, Or a coward who would run from danger?
What do you see, In the stars of the sky?
Windows to the heavens, Or simply what you pass when you fly?
What do you see, In the homes of the poor?
An opportunity to help, Or a house of another whore?
What do you see, In the reflection of your soul?
Compassion and a bleeding heart, Or is that what you lack to make you whole? 

Mistaken

My heart first felt it real, 
Real and flowing like stream water, 
Water that it was real love, 
Love from deep within my soul being.
Benedict calls me an escapist, 
Escapist that disappears from reality, 
Reality of being loved, 
Loved but the heart locked from outside.
I realized what I had mistaken, 
Mistaken from Gods good love, 
Love and not that passion, 
Passion that almost felt like love.
So I sit down and visualize, 
Visualize about the end, 
End of this infatuating mirage, 
Mirage that claims relationship.

12 Roses

The first red rose
Sent out of season
The second red rose
Sent for no reason
The third red rose
Sent for happiness and health
The fourth red rose
Sent for gaining life's wealth
The fifth red rose
Sent for gaining new friends
The sixth red rose
Sent for guiding you through life's bends
The seventh red rose
Sent for praying you never tire
The eighth red rose
Sent for giving you all of your desire's
The ninth red rose
Sent for your happiness in love
The tenth red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your turtledove
The eleventh red rose
Sent for igniting passion and fire
The twelve red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your desire

Love ..

There are five-four letters I would write
That is equivalent to two words,
As with a burning pen.
There are six-five letters I would write
That is equivalent to two words,
As with a burning pen.
There are three-four letters I would write
That is equivalent to two words,
As with a burning pen.
In searching of eternal love
The light that symbolizes HOPE
The pillar that symbolizes FAITH
A God that symbolizes LOVE
Upon the hearts of me and you

If you could just feel
What I feel here in my heart
You'd know it was real pure and true
Right from the start
But I'm just a man who didn't understand
What you was going through
But you are and i am gone away,
Maybe you'd stay If you only knew in early and how. that i love you too
How did I let you go away 'Cause love, love is so easy to feel
But the hardest thing to say

Anger

Anger is one of the tools that we use
Often to express our emotions 
Uncontrollable anger makes us to be bad people

Learn to control your anger 
Teach your self to control you anger 
Uncontrollable anger can make you a bad person 
Unnoticed anger can make you to have dreadful reputation
Anger can makes you to be seen as selfish

With your anger, you can became a bad example 
When your children see you fighting with their Mother
Because of your anger without justification 
With your anger, you can became an abuser 
You can start by abusing you wife, girlfriend, husband and boyfriend 
Later on you take out the frustration to the children 
If can do it once it will be came addiction 
Learn to control your anger 
Teach you're self to control your anger 

With uncontrollable anger, 
You might have bad reputation in the society
Because you abuse your wife and your children 

When you abuse you wife it affects children 
When you abuse your children you damage their future 
So 'like father like son' 
Like grand mother like granddaughter
All this because of uncontrollable anger
Teach yourself to control you anger 
Before a police man knock on you door 

Year ago

Year ago, we came to the end of the line, 
both went our separate ways, 
but your memory keeps calling me back. 
Calling to me from a distant shore, 
back to your arms once more.
I try to resist and carry on, 
but your memory keeps calling me back, 
like some overplayed song. 
I have a different life now, 
the life we had is now over and gone.
Traces of our love they still remain, 
but I cannot go back, I don’t feel the same. 
Each day it gets harder fighting the urge, 
for your memory keeps calling me back, 
saying with you is where I belong.

Travel

Travel to the place .. Where mind set to peace, No one can see, Feel us free.
Travel to the place .. Where we can breathe, Fill our desire, We wish; we aspire.
Travel to the place .. Where we have silence, Flower of fragrance, And nature to admire.
Travel to the place .. Where we can write, Lines of rhyme, At any time.
Travel to the place .. Where we have enough space, Work without race, No tension on face.
Travel to the place .. Where we can dance, Sing at glance, Bit of time to romance.
Travel to the place .. Where we spread love, Freedom to serve and land to move.
Travel to the place .. Where we can live, of joy and sprinkle its grace, And do anything, anywhere.

Remember

to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fell
but to remember why and for what
to remember the fallen
is not only to remember their actions
but to remember the dream for which they fought
to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fought
but to remember who they fought for
to remember the fallen
is to remember their reason
to remember their dreams
and to remember those they fought to save
to remember the fallen
we continue their fight
we carry their dreams
and we finish what they start