Unheard

Words moved like wind
through ages and thin
got lost somewhere
got raided in between
some survived this trail
others never took to sail
pearls of lonely sages,
not found in pages
its smiling in woods of wisdom
hoping for us to reach them!

Weariness

I’m tired of the face I’ve got,
I’m tired of my heart inside
I’m tired of everything that breaths

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SOME CHOOSE DEATH AND SOME CHOOSE LIFE
AND SOME GET TRAPPED IN THE GAP WITHIN
NONE WANTS TO DIE, FOR THE LOVE OF LIFE
ALL WISH TO SURVIVE AND SEE ALL SIDES
HOW FEEBLE MAN GETS WHEN THE TRUTH RECKONS
HUMBLE MIND SPEAKS, HEART NEVER LISTENS
SAGA IT IS AND SAGA DO LIE
OUR LIFE IS A BEAUTY IN THE FAINTEST LIGHT
WE WANT THE SUN TO NEVER SET,
NEITHER THE MOON TO GET UPSET

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Faith’s Gift

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My philosophy about Life

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mute lane

I’ve seen some places
where hopes are sold
some tears are bargained
and smiles are stored
where dreams are built
and weighed up on scale.
Aims are lowered, prayers are failed
these places are in darkness too
like heart do
with nothing left to prove
motioned nowhere
not known where to leave
too scared to ask, downed;
peaceful days are all left back

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No days can match my days with you
filled my life with words and hue
you my friend, you know me good
may not remember the days we ruled
but I do, the moments had sped
we grew up tied up like fools!
had our times in bad and hope
you were there, as it always showed
a friend like you, needed, more than food
though my life has changed much
yet not seen anyone closer than you

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This is the poem…I mean doggerel… I was talking about…….get ready for “rhetorical suicide”!!!

Forgotten days

‘Some days are meant to fade away
some roads we leave and move ahead’
these words were who consoled me then
can’t say the same right now again!
I do feel good to breath this life,
life that could’ve never touched my sight

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Drunks don’t go that far
They can’t move their dreams
They won’t die the day as well
For they wish to stay, not leave
Their friends are ever awake
The glasses, shades and drinkDrunks don’t go that far
They can’t move their dreams
They won’t die the day as well
For they wish to stay, not leave
Their friends are ever awake
The glasses, shades and drink

Ending steps

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The following Beautiful poems are from my friend Shakti Shetty.

Some days are long, some go too short,
but in between, a few, keeps the rest apart
very unique, serene and subtle,
These days stands tall on our year' crown
when our friends are born
may be, this day took quite a long ago
lost in the mist of history, left nowhere to go
when the Great Hands thought for a change

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Mumbai is known for its Dalal street, Ambanis, Bollywood, bhel puri, juhu beach and most of all
"Local trains". Yup i know there is many things to say about mumbai like its climate, bollywood stars, climbing and dropping share market and yeah even hot babes........(woow). Okay back

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