Saturday 12 January 2013

a WHITE LILLY


OH white lily........... YADAV PRASANTH
Have I been a bee clouding in the sky,
Long time I see ,a Sea to Sail.


Was worth the moment,
From the womb born the baby calf.
Birthing calf scented flesh,but pure Enough to it's Mother to lick ...............


So am I ,a Coloured flower,
Drawing the fragrance from Dough itself....
I walk deemed,into this Sky feild,
Totally lush ,with strength filming Candles of Love...
Glowing aloud,I hear the smile of Nature..
Rescenting my Commence.........
I finally realised,
All that established in life ,Was a pinch of feeling happy and related..
I trust in god, So I believe in Process of life............
I Die in Peace,
Drinking drops of rain ,filled with solace...
I walk into Ocean waters.
Nobody to Care..
Oh ! Only a white Lilly to spare her tear for me.......

A WORD UNSPOKEN

All the world strains like a Reflection from YOU.
You showed Me a way to walk without You.
It was no hard fossil for me to walk,
but all that hurts is to walk without you.

As you said ,
I saw many images but none have heart like you to have a Print.
I have been speaing on you every lousy second.. like a farmer.
With his head towardsthe sky,
For the blossomed blackish clouds,
Having the hope of plenty waters to Rain.
I have been counting all These DAYS ,as the weapon WAS rusting for the need of revenge.
At the end this is the Toy story,
I will give up thousand lakes of Sands just for your worthy,lovely TEAR.
You broke my strings that never ,ever Tie up Agian.
And my heart is not empty,but with all your Mirages.
As your name on my hand still shines..?
Him heart fears you a lot as it is haunteD by She.
Be on the word as You were neve...r.
BUt be this time once foer ever a life's wrong guess ..
Cry once today......
for yourself as they way you look...
So I shall not return again.
No pain to serve your Gratitude ,
No more hunt is to be done on the compassion of My Crush.
It Is yours have it fore ever...

Invention of me


I was surprised,after disovering the invention of myself.

That truth, they say in this world is , I was born.
Here they say , I shall learn to write and taught Deescipline in life.I was surprised again ,

This time ,that I actually realised the reality of myself.
As fresh breeze I step on to this vast world.

I hardly knew ,

Our thoughts are lacking wisdom, from times of immemorial.
Every day I lived,evry second i painted.
To see the best of future,than now.
As one civilized ,I was told.
As a literate ,I was addresed.
But now I invented, I am a nomad wandering undressed,
In the midst of civilization ,
Just not for myself,but for formalities to serve.I have an uncurable disease,

Spread all over myself, this is something I knew .
I have not cared, 
For what I left behind,
For those clouds I left raining,
For that tigress in me ,I let to starve,
For those floods ,I left to overflow.

All I discovered I am living in hypnotised world by wants of luxury. 
This is all invented of me .
I am just alive buybody,
But dead by heart .