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26 March 2018

Let Soul Mates Meet again.

Heavens shake,

When hate awakes,

When soul mates,

Finally separates,

Pray you once again,

Forget all your pains,

And unite again,

Finally forever.

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Hyku Pyramids

Rocky sepia-bathed dunes,

Piercing crimson golden sky,

Whitelights are flashing.

25 March 2018 Sunday.

Love of God survey

How many of us love God?
Or mortal leaders,
Poets and writers,
Heroines or stars,
Heroes of murders
And of deadly wars,
Spirits, gouls or ghosts,
Whom do you love most?
Press like tab if yes,
Else nothing to press.

24, March 2018,

Before curtain falls,

O, What use are they?
Whether you praise me,
Or abuse in heaps,
I in the sweet dream,
Or ugly nightmares,
Money name and gain,
Are for the living,
O, What use are they,
Aft I burried deep,
Save my Lord's mercy,
With me night and day,
Here, grave, and doomsday,
Oh dear here my call,
Before curtain falls.

23 March 2018,

Welcome Spring 12/12

It is time for the earth to put on her best smile,
Adorn herself like a bride for a honeymoon,
Spray her earthly perfume upto the stars and moons,
Unfold her sylvan carpet of welcome till sky,
Let us join the festivity of sway and swoon.
Before she prepares to take leave and say goodbye.

March 2018

O Lord help me write.

I wish to sing o dear Lord,
Let my stream bloom and flower,
Let my breeze kindle fires,
In the hearts caught in the mire,
Of consuming  desires,
Fill hearts with wine of kindness,
Mercy to mercy you said,
Ego and hate must be shed,
I wish not to be mere poet,
But your humble messenger,
O Lord help me write poems,
Deep and sweet beyond measure,
That will earn me your pleasure,

Prayer 7/7, 3/3, 4/4

Oh Lord the most merciful,
Help me have mercy on me,
More than merciful mother,
More than protective father,
Carry me and protect me,
I have dead nothing on me,
No strength, no will left of me,
Nor courage nor piety,
No sails, in broken life boat,
Lost in stormy, dark  deep sea,
Help me, protect me, guide me,
I with humblest of prayers,
Thank and prostrate before thee,
For all  bounties,
Losses and gains
Comforts and pains,
I'm a sinner,
Pardon me,
Protect me,
Have mercy.

March 2018, 7/7

Thanks to Lord.
Let's thank HIM for everything, 
For all the pleasure and pain, 
All the loses and the gains, 
And for all those departed,
And for those  alive with us, 
But one prayer, O LORD, O LORD,
Unite all of us again, 
In the land of deathless bliss,
O LORD of Love and power,
Unite all of us  again.

19 March 2018 syllables 10/10 perfect.

My poems can't be a caged parrot,
Let it be a free chirping sparrow,
Howsoever pretty parrot may sing,
Afterall it is without a wing.

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18 March 2018 Monday

Oh the most merciful,
Have mercy on me,

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17 March 2018
Green Genocide.

The Fowlers have spread their net,
As far as my eyes could see,
Raising hot and cold storm of attrocities,
For meak rabbits why dragnets,
A genocide of queer kind,
To which world is deaf and blind,
Cloak and dagger or slaughter,
Browbeating, dog whistling,
Amidst the din and laughters.
How can lawmakers make laws,
Against elusive  fishes, 

And deceiving  viruses.

(About organised and systematic secterian, linguistic and caste attrocities in the Muslim societies in the sub-continent)

March 2018
O hear me!
Hyenas and wolves,
Vultures and bores
Mercury rising,
Bloody and cold eyes
Stretched nails,
Unflinching predators,
Uncontrollable instincts,
Wilder wild beasts,
Kill and no kill,
Gnawing hunger and thirst,
Scorch their living,
Shatter their soul,
Shatter their teeth,
And horns and feet,
Rabbits or wilder beasts,
World can’t become ostrich,
Dust their eyes,
We are world of one kind,
Deaf and blind,
Call us fanatics,
Sectarians, casteists,
linguistic Fascists.

This is not an imagination but a first hand experience, trapped I  in the clutch of fascists

11 March 2018 7/7
Retreat is one way ahead,
You're fighting, they are hiding
You will live way beyond death,
They shall die way before death,
You may be crippled and weak,
But they are dumb fettered  meek,
You are alive, free and brave,
Slaves are digging their own graves.