The force of the argument could yield aloofness in adverse conditions or on the choppy seas,
this is a beguiled trick a part of the trickery bag- sailing on sails of dame-lame of fame and appear desirable to the nation free,
the devoured gigantic force betwixt the boats raptured the forty-seven swords of pirate men about the war on the seas,
what this leisure period of warring nations could afford?
the war was the beast, and it doesn’t mean we give up factions only to lie naked about to sex in peace.
I need a memory or philosophy with which I opine a long talk,
Which never goes dead in the poetic meeting or brings bold city to the temple
I went in the procession which opened in the alleys to the closed doors,
And I kept on walking with a thought that your city is strange indeed
Now my toes have got blisters walking upon and upon the roads,
I have been walking before I met and you and after I said goodbye to you
Neither I have met a traveller who is sitting comfortable with leisure,
Nor a hard-worker who after lots of struggle celebrating the day today
Whosoever sought skies in a firm voice together,
Everyone separated turn by turn at the hands of the death
And who would prosper?
Her wounds were hidden behind the creases of the shirt,
as if silky arms had got no marks of inconsideration,
when she turned aside the creases of the shirt,
and showed the roses and tulips of grief,
those were the adorations of love portrait,
which she etched upon her skin like words are etched on book,
that name of yours my beloved!
On the way, we are sitting hopeful you and me,
There where is the feeling of song and voice comes,
we are lost upon the skies and the earth,
What the joy is in those words that torment us,
like a sword on the throat,
Are we made for the home that only rejoices the salt we eat?
Like the days and the nights are made a still wheel by the time
of the God,
And we are the thieves of the cosmos who while sitting keep on hoping in the self and only in self for each other.
She did a strange gesture
like the fragrance of her old letter
has come looking for me once again
when you are a lifetime picture
what’s wrong with you in this cosmos?
Again you are getting drunk and hit
with colour of this world
Who will tell which candles are lit?
in the light of this world
Lost day is found again in the Oriental
which bow to the esteem of God
like money is bestowed in the temple
by an admirer of Seraphim of God!