Little Love Birds

Little love birds, how beautiful are you,

Lovers like you, are really very few.

You enjoy spring days, you enjoy warm weather,

Even though its hard time, you always stay together.

You don't need anything else, than your lover's arm,

Whenever there is cold, you keep each other warm.

You don't leave your lover, may come many foes,

You hate saying good bye my love, even don't let them die alone.

You tell everyone, how beautiful is love,

Relationship like yours, very few really own. 

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Touch The Sky

Getting failed for one time,

Don't get sad like mad,

Stretch your hands again and again,

Till you touch the sky.

If you think you are not so good,

Go for more rather than none.

Only dare will make you go for hard,

To become a rising sun.

Practice will lead to perfection,

Then why to make self halt,

Stretch your hands again and again,

Till you touch the sky.

Don't feel weak, don't feel shy,

When you run on your track.

Just don't bother what others say,

Otherwise you will stay at the back.

Working hard will make you hard,

Don't feel weak and shy.

Stretch your hands again and again,

Till you touch the sky.

Someone who says you can't do,

Say him go to hell,

Just prove it what can you do,

Then he will ring your bells.

Winners never quit and quitters never win,

Know this truth, forget lies.

Stretch your hands again and again,

Till you touch the sky.

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मै शैतान हू

मै शैतान हू

हर इन्सान कॆ दिल मॆ रहतॆ हुए,

मै उसी कॆ नफरत का शिकार हू,

मै जलन, मै ईर्शा, मै ही नफरत का एहसास हू.

मै धर्म, मै जाती, मै ही उच्च-निच्च का भॆदभाव हू,

मै य़ुध्द, मै निती, मै ही खुन की प्य़ास हू.

मै हर शुरुवात, मध्य ऐवम अंत की शुरुवात हू,

मै हर अच्छाई और बुराई करने की वजह का नाम हू.

मै लालच, मै घुस्सा, मै ही बईमानी का विशवास हू,

मै हर धर्म और कर्म करने वाले के चेहरे के पिछे का राज हू.

मै दंगा, मै फसाद, मै ही कत्ल का आगाज हु,

एक जानवर के दिल मे बैठे बच्चे के लिए मै प्यार की आस हू.

ग्य़ानि, अग्य़ानि, संत और साधु, हर एक के धोके का निशान हू,

मै चोरी, मै ङकैती, मै ही लुट की राह हु.

मै हर इंसान की चाह, और उस के चूनाव का अंजाम हू,

मै दर्द, मै तकलिफ, मै ही आराम हू.

किसी भी रुप मे देखो मुझे, मै एक बदलाव ह्,

हर इंसान के लिए मेरे नाम को अर्थ है, क्योकि मै ही शैतान हू.

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Once There Was A Man

I had heard many things about the people who innovated new ideas and made this world a better place to live. People like Bill Gates, Paul Allen, Jackie Chan, Carl Marks, Kominiski were known as fool guys among people when they tried to bring something new to world. Bill Gates and Paul Allen were criticized for being a under-educated software professionals by many computing critics but today who don't know about Microsoft's and Apple's contribution to computing world and people who use computers if don't know about Windows or Mac OS become practical joke for all today. Jackie Chan was criticized for using non-traditional type of martial arts which included comedy as well as no hold barred moves. He suffered several flop films before he became world known star as most physical actor of all time. Carl Marks and Kominiski were once known as mad guys and afterward Carl was known as world's most intelligent man while Kominiski as a person with  extra-ordinary retaining and recalling power. There are many such people who were known as mad among people just because they thought something new to make this world better. They laughed at them criticized them did everything so that they should back down but they never gave up. They took first step and became laughing stuff for people but they never stopped and now they changed this world's rules they have always wanted because they gave their hard work even more when there was need.


Once There Was A Man

Once there was a man, they called him mad,
The more he gave, the more he had.

When people laughed at him, he laughed on himself,
When he was trying hard, they called superior themselves.

He never threw tantrums, when there came frowns,
He never knew the meaning of two words “back down”.

The more troubles he faced, people called him bigger joke,
But he survived every rainy day, because he had his dedication cloth.

He was so determined he never forgot to tie shoe lace,
When he headed forward, world became beautiful place.

His persistence never gave up for his intentions honest and clean,
Broken road re-constructed themselves and all lights become green.

The people who laughed become now sad,
The man become hero, they once called mad.

His work made all gee, for world he became wow,
The people who used to laugh on him, say this now.

Once there was man, we called him mad,
The more he gave, so more he have.

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Death

Nobody is of mine,

But I am for all.

When you cross a limit line,

I make you fall.

People scream,

When I enter their dream.

No one had conquered me,

May be he or she.

I only penetrate will,

I make you my bill.

I just do a kill,

I am not less than a devil.

You may consider me wrong,

But all know I am strong.

I believe I am great,

You know me well, I am DEATH.

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Winner

This poem tells us why winners never loose.

Winner

He never fears,

To peoples cheers.

He never sobs,

If anybody laughs.

For him practice is fun,

On its track he always run.

He never faints,

If body plaints.

He gets up if he fall,

And starts it again all.

He never fear blows,

And always believe in glow.

His confidence makes fall brutes,

His hard work always bears fruits.

Even after re-fall, he trusts to gear,

He is the person to be called real sense Winner.

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Victory Bill's Way

The poem refers the person with invincible mind as Victory Bill(Friend of winning so never looses). The one who is invincible mind believes giving up before trying and complaining is just job of jerks. The poem tells us how he works to achieve his each and every goal. I wrote this poem just because I was coward guy till age of 13 then for the first time I asked myself to dare and become strong. Then I started exercising and became strong and robust with time and became one of the guys in city no one 'll like to mess with. From that day whatever I said I did and people fear to say me I can't do it if once I said I can, because once I bet, I do it. I never believe winning is not always an option trying is must even if you lose, lose like your opponent should feel you are the winner.

Victory Bill's Way

Than barking he believes in bite,

For his people he is like light.

He may look smart but very great,

He always battles against his fate.

He fight himself, he fights for all,

For world, he's like a thunderous ball.

He may start, but he ends the game,

For good things, he never feel shame.

His confidence never becomes tame,

Power inside him lies like flame.

Performing to him, is greater than to say,

One who follows, the Victory Bill's Way.

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The Candle

The Candle

In darkness of night,
A candle was burning like knight,
Low was its might,
But one was able of sight.

In black doom,
It was very gloom ed.
The candle was to loop,
Which has just bloomed.

Blows of air,
Gave it glares,
But it get delighted more,
And got more fair.

As the time past,
It began to last,
It get smaller fast,
But hold light as must.

After long time,
Electricity showed sight,
Which was like a kite,
Caught after high flight.

It gave me moral very good,
When i touched its powdery soot,
A man's life is full mixed bag,
Joy's and sorrows, it never lacks.

Like candle which maintained light,
Man keeps life with all emotions sight,
In difficult times, he fights for right,
Till he gets, the right plight.

Life is full of ups and downs,
Of happy faces and sad frowns,
A time just comes when all becomes cheerful,
Because man still believes life is beautiful.

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The Answer

The Answer

A boy just died, went to court divine,
Claimed to be experienced ,most of things in life.
In small age, how much can he experience,
But he claimed that, so god asked him a question.

God:-
A true friend always,
Possibly pardons his friend,
Bigger and bigger mistakes everytime,
He just pardons in every way,
Is there an value hidden behind this,
If you know it, please tell me.

Boy:-
O! My God,
It's simple for me,
It is value of true friendship,
Everybody knows it.
A mind of friend,
Is almost surrendered.
How can not he pardon,
He feels like plundered.

On this answer, God gave him leave,
Booned him some more years to live,
The boy was unknown, what he answered,
So that God let him live some more.
But god was known, what boy replied,
One can not answer friendship,
He had described.

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Speading a little smile

This poem just describes one day of my life when I learn t though I don't have anything to give anyone but still what I can give someone is a little smile. From that day I never bothered to make myself a fool just because someone near me who is sad can smile.

Spreading a little smile

It was winter,

The day of shiver.

I was in bad mood,

From days, things weren't going good.

On the way, there used to be an old man,

He had nothing with him than his cloth fan.

His conditions used to show,

He was poor fellow.

He never used to beg,

But always resided on side of four-way.

His cheeks went inside,

His eyes glared outside.

Big mustache and long beard ,

Though alone, but no fear.

He was warming himself,

By some burnt sticks,

Some one had given him,

He burnt them on bricks.

For my college, it's the only way,

Same was also that day.

I looked at him,

He looked towards me.

He was very glad,

His eyes were satisfaction clad.

I don't know, what his happiness did,

It spread a smile on my face indeed.

I went to school,

There was gate boy.

Usually he's serious but always very shy.

He also looked at me,

And gave a little smile,

Smile was spreading for smile,

I experienced every time.

The day of smiles, made odds clear,

Everyone who met, went with cheers.

That day I learn t,

With no sure intention.

Though someone may have,

Nothing to spread,

But what one can spread,

A smile on face.

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Nrupen

This is just fun poem on me.

Nrupen

A boy named Nrupen,

Don't want any pain.

With fountain pens,

He only makes stains.

He is very lazy,

And works like crazy,

He do look smart,

But like sweets-marts.

To people he hate,

Who always come late,

For your good date,

He is like fate.

He is very greedy,

And wants work steady,

He don't help any,

Till he gets money.

He never looks sad,

And performs like mad,

He is gutty lad,

Who is very bad.

He thinks much evil,

And a kind of Devil,

He don't want dash,

But always ready to kick your ass.

WE LIVE TO ENJOY EVERY LOGIC OF LIFE,

DESTRUCTION SURVIVES, TILL DEVIL IS ALIVE.

I AM FACT, I AM FACET, I AM FATALITY, MY NAME IS DEVIL AND I AM REALITY.

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Yes I do this crime

I was in 12^th std when I wrote this poem. It was Sunday morning, as usual I woke up early and picked up newspaper and sat comfortably on sofa reading headlines. My eyes fall on news a girl burnt herself alive, in India this is not considered as any special news because girl suicide rate is quite high in India but the reason why she was burnt alive was special. She took this step because she was forced to marry, I don't remember properly but might be with dog, cat or frog just because it's not raining. I can't understand any logic how marring a girl to cat, dog or frog can make rain. I wonder who was that a**hole to give such kinda f**king solution to make clouds rain. Its really very pitiful fact how people ever believe such kind of thing is possible. It's just because they don't change with change. I can't tolerate such people who keep their belief on such foolish orthodox traditions. I hate them not because they follow this foolish things but for what they are i.e. a**holes. No matter how much you gonna convince them they'll stick to what is wrong. They separate children from parents telling their child is born to serve God and force the child to become priests and monks, no one ever bothers to ask kid what is his will, they force brothers and sisters to separate on some foolish birth time issues, they force friends and lovers to separate on basis of caste, religion and high-low status thing. And I keep questioning why we are still quite on such things, the one who steps ahead against this, is criticized and made aloof of society even though this is not any crime according to laws of any nation in the world. What actually is crime is taking dowry, child-marriages, molestations etc. which are done with pride and honor everywhere in our society. Why don't ever we feel shame for this. Whenever it comes to compare ourselves to other developed countries we say we are superior to them just because of our culture. If that is the case why we are still facing same problems since years and they are developing at speed of light. Culture or religion doesn't make anyone superior, its only man who is superior. In this poem 'I' refers to each any every parent who don't force their children to stay away from them just because some old priest told them the kid must stay in shrine because child don't need god he needs parents, to every brother and every sister who don't care for any orthodox tradition and only care about feelings of their brothers and sisters, to every friend and to every lover who comes back again because they know friendship and love know no bounds of caste, religion or high-low status. I like them because they believe, “I'll fight, I'll die but I'll not compromise on my feelings just because of some orthodox traditions. I know I am not doing crime against law and I know I am right, so no matter what number of people are standing against me I'll not back down , I'll be ready to fight because there's never any easy way out of this. This is just because few moments of happiness are much better than long life with pain with no good reason.”. So keeping myself happy is crime against traditions I am ready to do it until I die.

Yes I do this crime

I live in a world where i do crime,
My crime is i want to be happy for my whole lifetime.

People call me jerk,
They say i do shameful work.

If that's all they got to lurk,
I know i don't do shameful work.

When I'll be in need, no one will come to share,
For such world why should i care.

No matter how hard they'll try I'll not tap it,
Because I'll not stop the crime to keep myself happy.

 

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Worhty to be praised

This is my very first composition. I was in 10th class when i read a story Dave Devil. The story was so inspiring to wake up all emotions in you. The story tells us about a teen age boy named Dave who starts hating God because even though serving Gods selflessly for years the only thing his parents always got was troubles. He challenged authority of God for being divine and as a curse he gets transformed into Devil. The story deals with how he proves himself and breaks the curse. One of the best part of this story is his teacher who decides to teach him in spite of the fact that he is cursed by Gods and all doors for him to school gets closed because every school was God's home. The story completely tells us about Dave's struggle after his teacher dies. Every fight brings him only trouble and every time he falls down he hears voice of his teacher to get up and move ahead. The worrier in poem is every man like Dave who struggles for right even though he may be standing against highest authority and the teacher is the person who is ready to teach his student in spite of the fact he is weak or neglected. So here's the poem I hope you'll enjoy it.

Worthy to be praised

I praise the teacher,

Who teaches all.

I praise the worrier,

Who wins in war.

A person with invinsible mind,

Accepts defeat with normal sight.

His eyes are bright,

His heart is great,

Rarely makes he any mistake.

Goodness is reality,

Badness is fictionality.

When tried to bring in reality,

Takes face of violence and cruelity.

This is true,

And have to be belived,

Because no one in the world,

Is born with bad mind.

Moral values makes one great,

Worthy to be praised,

Note to be hate.

This is true,

And many times proved,

This is worldly trurth,

Like an axiom,

Need no proof to be proved.
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