Life Is Blessing Live It To Fullest

It does not matter how scorching and strong the Sun is.A blow of gentle cool wind is enough to bring new Hope

People often act like Cuckoos they park their anger frustration depression in other mind and go on stroll

Voice of the river

From the cliff of the mountain roaming through the jungle telling numerous tell,listen the voice of the river

Moving slowly with grief of detachment when it comes down from the cliff like a new born baby who cry with fear when it is taken away from her mother

Its stream are cuddled in the womb of mountain,reluctant to go but destiny is bound to happen.It has to fall it has to fall to rise again

It moves slowly reluctantly unknowingly that it will fall and be known as spring.But destiny is written that it has to fall.

It yells with roaring noise when it falls that sound may be pleasant to those who adore it but it is sound of fear of grief of anger of detachment from affectionate womb of mother.

O visitor enjoying the picturesque fall do you hear the pain, just listen,listen to the voice of the river

O man don't you see the calmness when you visit the river bank.The silence the stillness it has got after wandering here and there like a galloping deer loses its hope when it is striked under its predator paw.Listen the helpless hopeless voice of the river

Do you feel the cool wind it is nothing but call of a bedridden old man who has lost his warmth and agility but it has to flow

It has to flow irrespective of conditions adverse or favourable because it has to meet its destiny.O man listen the grief ridden voice of the river

Now the time came,the time came to get submerged into its beloved soul leaving behind all its sorrow, grief despair vices virtue love and affection for the world to remember

O man have you listened the true voice of the river

-ASIF-

POETRY

Enigma of Love

It feels cold and hot

It feels sour and sweet

It feels dark and light

It feels elated and suspecious

It feels being on earth and on cloud nine

Sweet feels more sweeter

Sour feels less sour

Nature seems beautiful to embrace

but fear to loose

Every one seems stranger except one

Every thing seems special with one

Everything loose meaning without one

Icecream melts fast in the mouth

Choclate tastes more chocolaty

It is love or enigma of love

Please tell me my Love.

Poetic Society

Betrayal: You begin to loose trust ,it is the bad impact of betrayal but worst is something dies inside you and that is your innocence

Voice of the river

From the cliff of the mountain roaming through the jungle telling numerous tell,listen the voice of the river

Moving slowly with grief of detachment when it comes down from the cliff like a new born baby who cry with fear when it is taken away from her mother

Its stream are cuddled in the womb of mountain,reluctant to go but destiny is bound to happen.It has to fall it has to fall to rise again

It moves slowly reluctantly unknowingly that it will fall and be known as spring.But destiny is written that it has to fall.

It yells with roaring noise when it falls that sound may be pleasant to those who adore it but it is sound of fear of grief of anger of detachment from affectionate womb of mother.

O visitor enjoying the picturesque fall do you hear the pain, just listen,listen to the voice of the river

O man don't you see the calmness when you visit the river bank.The silence the stillness it has got after wandering here and there like a galloping deer loses its hope when it is striked under its predator paw.Listen the helpless hopeless voice of the river

Do you feel the cool wind it is nothing but call of a bedridden old man who has lost his warmth and agility but it has to flow

It has to flow irrespective of conditions adverse or favourable because it has to meet its destiny.O man listen the grief ridden voice of the river

Now the time came,the time came to get submerged into its beloved soul leaving behind all its sorrow, grief despair vices virtue love and affection for the world to remember

O man have you listened the true voice of the river

-ASIF-

POETRY

Passionate lover

Life is how we see it

Man in the wood :it is hard to go there is shrubs and bushes thorns and pebbls

Wood : I am providing you canopy of shades protecting you from scorching sun

Man in the desert: it is hard to go there is scorching sun no shade.

Desert : Do n't looose heart i am giving you endurance and resillience.

Man on the land: it is hard to go path is bumpy full of mud and dust

Land: O sweet lad i am providing softness to your legs, cool wind beautiful scenery.

Man in the sea: It is hard to go tides are high sea is vast and lonely ness all around

Sea: O man can't you admire cool gentle winds, singing of albatross, dancing of fish