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An empty pocket, a starved belly and an anxious eye can teach you thousand valuable lessons than any book ever be

When Your heart and mind are in peace with each other than Universe reveals its secret upon you

Positive Thought

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Typing error:manifestation,not msnifestation

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

"When you love some one love with such a passion that your words make mark on her heart, your touch make marks on her soul so deeply that thousands year from now that mark remains and she yearns for that love till time immemorial".

— by  ASIF

" Grief of a Soul".

Cuckoos Nest

Taunted by the birds of the jungle,to put rumour to the rest a cuckoo decided let build a nest

She gathered straw and leaves and everything which is needed

Learnt from other birds how the leaves are beaded

Somehow able to build a clumsy nest

Sit to lay the eggs done her best

She was gifted with beautiful voice but had no pointed beak

She lacked the crafting skill so nest made was weak

Crows came to know about the happenings

They decided to add some seasoning

Crows gathered and started to praise

What a beautiful architecture like michelangelo at his best

The precision with which the nest was crafted

Battista should learn how art is drafted

It has such a magnificent dome

Which has faded the beauty of chapels of the Rome

The skill with which its foundation is laid on the mound

It looks like precious diamond in the crown

Flattered by the praise Cuckoo layed the egg

Space was congested so she stretched the leg

Nest was weak could not bear the load

Strong wind was also on board

Nest was shattered eggs rolled down the mound

Whole dream of cuckoo was lied on the ground

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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

People's opinion are dangerous if you don't know yourself.They are like colourful sunglasses which make the world visible but in the colour which others want you to see

Far away in the cold west

There lives a pair of bird in their nest

The couple were young when they met

Fell in love at their first date

It has been several year of their courtship

But not able to give warmth to their relationship

Every year mother hatches the egg with hope

To give birth to healthy babies and nurture them to make a flock

But the nature was harsh and weather was cold

Chicks die when they became little old

There was no end to the mother pain

Life seems to be burden, all efforts in vain

One day the couple felt warm wind from the east.

We should fly to the land decided the beast

Other birds stopped warn them of the danger

It is very mad to venture a place so stranger

Couple heard no one, flew towards the wind

Hoping that one day their agony will come to end

Flew for several months braving the cold weather

Traveling across several seas and mountain has weakened their feathers.

There was a mighty mountain before the last post

Flew with utmost strength to beat the mighty ghost

Their wings got broken body fell from the sky

Reached to the destination,no need to fly.

It is said that every year flock of bird from west

Fly across the mountain to show them respect.

-ASIF-

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