Everything done in love is fair

Nothing is fair in rage and war

I wonder why men do not see?

A kiss is better than a scar

Hate and greed have blinded all

Darkness rules the hearts of men

Shadows lurk now frightening tall

It’s hard to spill the ink of pen

The night is filled with endless stars

Yet people see the dark and gloom

If we do not end our wish for wars

The world is set to fall for doom

Massacre of trees at will

Goes unseen by the blinded eye

Massive oceans full of spills

On a rock I saw a penguin cry

An axe than sinks in a trunk of tree

Brings hell to life that lives in it

The birds have nowhere else to flee

There are no trees left, to build a nest.

[Wanderer]

i looked at gems in astonishment, nothing matched your grace and your beautiful ring finger.

I gazed at emeralds, i looked at rubies and i looked at stones of worth, till i came across a stone which was known as a diamond.

I gazed at it and deep within its heart i saw a glimpse of you.

Then i smiled and asked for its price.

''Alas! i am not as wealthy as i am by heart.

I have a rich heart and an empty pocket.

How at times i have thought if i could cash the wealth of my heart and fetch you the ring that worth being worn in your godly crafted hand.

Now Shun your silver eyelids beloved and hide thy full moon eyes.

Look at me and see, i have bought you a ring that you always wished for.

A ring from heavens, laden with a star from a chill north sky.

Take me far oh winds of fate

where there reside no fear nor hate

To a land of love of joy and peace

Of charm;of wonder and soothing seas

A place serene where young to old

Have hearts possessed of mountain gold

My nest has long been set ablaze

is there is no way to stop this plague?

Oh moon why look so sad and blue?

Go far and shine in places hue

For if you come and shine again

You will be bathed in blood and pain

I see the birds have flown away

The days of peace have blown away

Go seek and build a nest of love

My heart go fly to land of doves

No law resides in winds of hate

No love remains in hopes of fate

Take me far oh winds of fate

Where there reside no fear nor hate.

Thy warmth of lap thy glittering eyes

I would not trade for seven skies.

I do prevail because thou prevail

Its love so pure no god could buy

Thou granted strength for me to rise

And stand amidst the clan of wise

A valiant heart that thou has bred

Its cause of milk a lioness fed

An angel guards me all night long

Thy prayer has cast away all wrong

Throughout the night she watches me

And sings me lullabies all night long

Thou art love carved goddess of mine

May thou flourish forever and shine.

When you wish to bath in gold

Just walk amidst the gardens bold

See the leaves have bathed in shine,

and thus have danced to songs of wine.

Let loose and wander in autumn dawn.

Don't heed to slumber and to yawns

Just feel the bliss of falling leaves

Then close thy eyes and raise thy sleeves.

For autumn's here with a whispering breeze.

Lets talk to winds and heed to trees.

That say they have the gold in them

Which shall be sold to Autumn winds!

The stories of ghosts scared me, when i was a child.

Now i am nor a toddler nor a child who is afraid of the dark.

Dear mother! i do not need thy lap nor hugs for fear of dark, but now i need thy hugs and lap more against what lurks out there amidst humanity.

Too many things scare me now: like the fear of not worth living my life or livng a common miserable life. The notion of normality awakens my worst nightmares.

How miserable is a soul that is born and raised and mates and dies. Like a fodder for the life that is to come in the days to dawn. How miserable is the man indeed?

Heed to me of what i fear: a life of commonality; of trepidition and dying poor of heart and pocket; i fear the dilapidation of soul in impoverished slums of ignorance.

O holy mother of nature! i foresee thy ways have parted with poor. You don’t heed to their cries nor thou nurse the wounds of those saddened by thy biased ways.

Let there be no segregation nor blasphemy; nor greed in hearts of men. Lets share our grains of food; our barrels of wine and lets dig out the jewlels of love buried below the layers of conditionality and greed.

Lets set ablaze our souls’ and dance in flames of joy so we may burn the colors of hate and pride and instead be in a holi of jublition; lets eat and drink and dance. Let us steer our ships of hope in to the seas of love, so one day we may find the shores of hope for us, build a home and celebrate the rule of humanity at last.

This is what scares me mother so when i seek thy lap next time, know that this what that has bought me to thy lap, to redeem itself of the cries of its naive conscience.

This is what i fear the most.

What i utter is a glimpse of you, see how my tongue becomes my eye, so does the prayer begins that never wishes to halt.

Your grace has taught me to speak a tongue, that is only heeded by ears that have been accustomed only to the cries of destitutes.

What could a sage desire if he becomes your shade of mercy and dust of thy brows.

O the sacred realm and destiny of my soul, why keep veils that deprive my sight to reach you?

Have i not passed whatever had been asked of me ?

Had i not slept on rocks of despair?

had i not walked on thorns of despondency?

had i not embellished my soles and palms with blisters?

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you must remember the gruesome yet loved test of all.

Casting my self in to dungeons of darkness where i used to conjure thy grace.

O beloved! i have nothing else to offer except a heap of bones, blood and flesh. Come so i may offer you what remains of remains,

take away all of my physical_ity and turn me in to an eagle so that i would float high on winds that carry your aroma.