Life Qoutes - Blog Posts
It does not matter how scorching and strong the Sun is.A blow of gentle cool wind is enough to bring new Hope
Irony Of Having Trust Is That It Gets Broken
Cuckoos Nest
Taunted by the birds of the jungle,to put rumour to the rest a cuckoo decided let build a nest
She gathered straw and leaves and everything which is needed
Learnt from other birds how the leaves are beaded
Somehow able to build a clumsy nest
Sit to lay the eggs done her best
She was gifted with beautiful voice but had no pointed beak
She lacked the crafting skill so nest made was weak
Crows came to know about the happenings
They decided to add some seasoning
Crows gathered and started to praise
What a beautiful architecture like michelangelo at his best
The precision with which the nest was crafted
Battista should learn how art is drafted
It has such a magnificent dome
Which has faded the beauty of chapels of the Rome
The skill with which its foundation is laid on the mound
It looks like precious diamond in the crown
Flattered by the praise Cuckoo layed the egg
Space was congested so she stretched the leg
Nest was weak could not bear the load
Strong wind was also on board
Nest was shattered eggs rolled down the mound
Whole dream of cuckoo was lied on the ground
POETIC SOCIETY
When you love some one love with such a passion that your words make mark on her heart,your touch make marks on her soul so deeply that thousands year from now that mark remains and she yearns for that love till time immemorial
People often act like Cuckoos they park their anger frustration depression in other mind and go on stroll
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
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
Feeling down....................RISE
Feeling hurt...................... RISE
Feeling disappointed.......RISE
Feeling rejected................RISE
Feeling broken..................RISE
Feeling deserted..............RISE
Feeling lost. ................RISE
Feeling cheated................RISE
Feeling incinerated..........RISE
Feeling Fallen ..................RISE
...............Rise as ADAM rose
...............Rise like a Pheonix
..............Rise from the ashes
-ASIF-
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