Tag: nature

philosophy

I Didn’t Cry For Many Days.

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The bunch of tulip flowers describe the emotion depicted in the poem.

I didn’t cry for many days.

I have faith in God.

Sometimes he will make me cry.

I will cry for my parents.

Those who have passed away,

Left me alone.

All my loved ones,

Are shattered,

And cry their stories.

But I am left alone.

I took the book of God’s stories.

And a fresh air could make me cry,

As he wrote,

He saw God infront of him.

He even touched the God,

And shook his hands.

God told him,

He came beneath.

My innocence swelled up,

And the cry burst out.

I felt so relieved,

That I cried out.

Adios!

WRITING

I Am The Cosmos.

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I am the cosmos.

I keep a watch on you.

I can’t rely upon you.

That you won’t get astray.

So, I keep a watch on you.

My stars,

My planets,

My position,

You will not even be able to imagine.

You are my staff,

But you don’t know me as your boss.

I look upon you.

To see you everywhere you go.

Look high at up to me,

And see I am also walking with you.

Didn’t you?

Adios!

BLOG

When I Saw You Small.

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When I saw you small,

Your mother was holding you in her arms.

You were so small that I couldn’t believe,

That my own child,

Has a different personality?

Your face was thoughtful.

No hair,

No eyelashes,

No eyebrows.

Your lips were reddish pink,

To say that “I am from a flower,

I am hidden in your soul,

I am hidden in mom’s soul.

Little time of somedays you give me,

I will play with you along.

I will make you sing.

I will make you dance.

You will be ecstatic,

But you will not have any chance.

And you will not have any time,

Sitting morose,

After the office,

You won’t be watching on TV,
Without watching me.

Then I will stand on my feet,

Start walking,

And you will be fathering me”.

Your mother gave you in my arms,

I felt so proud that I am your father.

And a father is a king.

He has so much to do.

It’s not like a farmer,

That the harvest he will cut.

It’s not like a boss,

Who shall make you run.

It’s not like a doctor,

Who will treat you and say “don’t cough”.

I am a father,

Almost I am a creator?

I am a father.

Now I watch.

Your fingers are like your mom.

Your small head reflects my pop.

Your ears are like my mother.

Oh! My Child,

When you will grow up,

You are all mine,

And I am your father.

Adios!

Poetry

The Moonlight Shines.

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The moonlight shines,

Dancing around the twilight.

It speaks of the unspoken dance,

Which makes mankind evolve.

It brings the new light,

For the moonlight is a paradox,

Hidden by the truth.

Glorified by false happenings.

The moonlight is a mirror image,

Of how we see ourselves,

In the three dimensional box of being humanoid.

Many are paranoid,

Many are sick,

The moonlight cares for none,

For it does not exist.

Adios!

Book

Cheer Up.

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Cheer up,

Watch the news.

Cheer up ,

And dance around.

Cheer up,

And say “Coo”.

Cheer up,

And go for a bus ride.

Cheer up,

And sing for the ocean.

Cheer up,

And Watch the dawn rise.

Cheer up,

And make the breakfast with bread and spread.

Cheer up,

And find yourself.

Cheer up,

And love God.

Cheer up,

And play the piano.

Cheer up,

And see the bright sun.

Cheer up,

For it’s a new day,

And your life has just begun.

Adios!