Cuckoos Nest

Geting disturbed by negative thought.

Relax, take a deep breath and remember your personality is greater than any thought.

IN MEMORY OF LOVED ONES

All the departed soul who left us untimely bereaved you will be remembered.

You will be remembered as you fought bravely against the enemy of humanity who has voted to eliminate all human kind

You will be remembered as you have not bent the knee and fought verociously and forced this virus to change its ammunition time and again

You will be remembered as the first droplets of rain who sacrifice themselves in the desert in order to rejuvenate the entire humanity

You will be remembered when virus is defeated and situation will be under control.

You will be remembered as inspiration for change of system for demand of good medical fecilities

You will be remembered by our children by children of our children and by their children and so on in stories of bravery of their forefathers who fought gallantly with the enemy who comes time and again in different form to eliminate humanity.

Echo of Humanity

It is never great where creator is oppressed

Where girl is killed in the womb, where aspiration of women are brought to dead.

It is never great where majority dominates minority,where pluralism is not spread.

It is never great when a country plunders another country because it want again to be great.

It is never great when a human kills a human because he belongs to some superior race.

It is never great when peoples are displaced from their homeland and walls at the border is erected

It is never great when childrens are drowned crossing the sea and conscience of civlised is not shaked.

It is never great when a zealot kills an innocent bcause he feels his belief is great.

It is never great when 9 percent of world sleeps hungry and 1 percent have half the world wealth.

It is never great when a person is discriminated on gender,class,caste,colour because he is not dominantly privileged.

It is never great when conscience is at slumber and humanity is poisoned to slow death.

Passionate lover

Voice of the river

From the cliff of the mountain roaming through the jungle telling numerous tell,listen the voice of the river

Moving slowly with grief of detachment when it comes down from the cliff like a new born baby who cry with fear when it is taken away from her mother

Its stream are cuddled in the womb of mountain,reluctant to go but destiny is bound to happen.It has to fall it has to fall to rise again

It moves slowly reluctantly unknowingly that it will fall and be known as spring.But destiny is written that it has to fall.

It yells with roaring noise when it falls that sound may be pleasant to those who adore it but it is sound of fear of grief of anger of detachment from affectionate womb of mother.

O visitor enjoying the picturesque fall do you hear the pain, just listen,listen to the voice of the river

O man don't you see the calmness when you visit the river bank.The silence the stillness it has got after wandering here and there like a galloping deer loses its hope when it is striked under its predator paw.Listen the helpless hopeless voice of the river

Do you feel the cool wind it is nothing but call of a bedridden old man who has lost his warmth and agility but it has to flow

It has to flow irrespective of conditions adverse or favourable because it has to meet its destiny.O man listen the grief ridden voice of the river

Now the time came,the time came to get submerged into its beloved soul leaving behind all its sorrow, grief despair vices virtue love and affection for the world to remember

O man have you listened the true voice of the river

-ASIF-

POETRY

Betrayal: You begin to loose trust ,it is the bad impact of betrayal but worst is something dies inside you and that is your innocence

Voice of the river

From the cliff of the mountain roaming through the jungle telling numerous tell,listen the voice of the river

Moving slowly with grief of detachment when it comes down from the cliff like a new born baby who cry with fear when it is taken away from her mother

Its stream are cuddled in the womb of mountain,reluctant to go but destiny is bound to happen.It has to fall it has to fall to rise again

It moves slowly reluctantly unknowingly that it will fall and be known as spring.But destiny is written that it has to fall.

It yells with roaring noise when it falls that sound may be pleasant to those who adore it but it is sound of fear of grief of anger of detachment from affectionate womb of mother.

O visitor enjoying the picturesque fall do you hear the pain, just listen,listen to the voice of the river

O man don't you see the calmness when you visit the river bank.The silence the stillness it has got after wandering here and there like a galloping deer loses its hope when it is striked under its predator paw.Listen the helpless hopeless voice of the river

Do you feel the cool wind it is nothing but call of a bedridden old man who has lost his warmth and agility but it has to flow

It has to flow irrespective of conditions adverse or favourable because it has to meet its destiny.O man listen the grief ridden voice of the river

Now the time came,the time came to get submerged into its beloved soul leaving behind all its sorrow, grief despair vices virtue love and affection for the world to remember

O man have you listened the true voice of the river

-ASIF-

POETRY

An empty pocket, a starved belly and an anxious eye can teach you thousand valuable lessons than any book ever be

UNITY OF SPIRIT

Though come black and white rich and pauper,elite and down trodden,big and small merge into each other,there is no difference remain at all.

Is black is black and white is white

There is something else deep inside

There is energy, motion, feeling emotion

Which dissolves into unity of superconscious notion

If all is same and nothing is different then why there is so much hindrance

Why white envy black and birth determines fate.

How taller becomes superior than small

Is it natural or rule of dominance where one fits all.

Is day seems brighter if there will be no night

Will there be relevance of dark if there is no white.

What we see what we percieve what we express are they real or illusion.

Do Our mind think is right or it is mere dillusion.

Fragrance of the flower chirping of the bird babble of the river,light of the sun. They are not different they are one.

There went the shepherd climbing mountainous land.He has nothing to accompany him but herds of lamb.

He has found solace in his solitude.

There is no shepherd there is no lamb.

Duckling, fawn, lion cub all are different and all are same.

Only the wise will embrace the truth who has knowledge of the gem.

Arch Angel

Born as a girl in any part of the world where male dominance is prevalent where girls are considered as disgrace,fought with patriarchal norms to create her mark

Born to poor parents,struggling to make life worth living,fought against all odds,became the torch bearer

Born as coloured among white dominant race, fought against racism became the hope of thousand of coloured people

Born as citizen with free will,dare to challenge the authoritarian rule giving their life so that other shine in the light of liberty and freedom

Born as minority where majority dominates the system,fought to get their rights

Born as low caste where society is divided into caste and fought to get dignity of life

Born as a man whose hearts bleed where equality is undermined,freedom and liberty are in shackles and where humanity is degraded

They are the arch angels

They are the arch angels as they dared to raise voice against cruelty

injustice, discrimination,inequality

They are the arch angels as they die thousand deaths so that humanity lives

They are the arch angels as they create hope for many in despair

They are the arch angels in form of human on the earth.