If I could get power

Wish I could meet almighty,

So I could ask for power righly,

Power to know people,

So every thing seems clear,

Wish I could make everyone strong,

So nothing happens wrong,

Wish everyone has money,

So no one becomes any ones bunny,

Power for few hours,

To keep loved ones ours,

I would have created shop of love,

So no one live with loneliness in fond of love,

Wish I could meet almighty,

So everything happens rightly,

Suddenly my string of heart sounds,

How God has created bound,

Everything has reason,

To be emotional Vs strong has reason,

being bunny of someone has reason,

If love had shop,

People would have sold it as bomb,

I m thanking almighty,

He is using power creatively

Tale of colours

Tale of colours

While painting my thoughts,

My colours started chatting,

They were having their own thoughts,

Chit chat Messy chatting,

I asked reason to yellow,

He answered he don’t want to b fellow,

I asked reason to red,

He answered i don’t want to be pet,

I asked reason to purple,

He answered i want to be like star called twinkle,

I asked reason to green,

He answered i want to be like queen,

I asked reason to gray,

He answered,want to play,

I asked indigo,

He answered just go !go !go!

Within blink of eyes scratched,

Miracle was patched,

Chit chat chatting,

Go!go!go Now it was matching plus,

Rainbow with thought of brush,

Amazed how almighty has created us,

With which colours and brush

Sound of heart

My heart is mum,

It’s in search of something,

Yeah!for questions it’s mum,

Fact is it has everything,

It used to sound loud,

Mum is sound of everything,

Badly wanted to stop it’s sound,

But now finding bound to  that something,

Finally Miracle is with me,

Still i am lacking something,

Slowly my faded mind is with me,

Says! You are filling magic with me,

Heart beats and says something,

“I am loud!!!!

more then your bound,

And it’s your real beat of heart,”

And I am filled with everything.

-stories of life.

Strange Dream

Yeah!! it was dream,

to live this was dream,

Starting life with line,

To make it circle line,

Yeah it is my dream,

Never ending is my dream,

Starting with black & white,

To fill in colours of light,

By learning life cycle,

Finding point in circle,

Living the moment,

With drop of commencement,

Yeah it’s my strange dream,

Strange is life ,but i m living this dream!!!.
Stories of life

Truth of Time…

Whole world is moving,

Moving,towards racing,

With thousands of name,

With desirable fame,

Everyone has name,

Every emotions has name,

Strange is Care and love,

Respect and  proud,

Kindness and dignity,

All are form of one ,

But all are not one,

Moving with one,

Taking everyone,

Love is life,

Life is to live,

Why to give name is compulsion,

Where everyone has relation,

Relation of humanity,

Humanity is in oneness,

Spirituality is proof less,

Soul is time,

Time is to move,

Name is time.

-stories of life

At the end of interval

While waiting in the interval,

I lost into the sequel,

Suddenly there was huge rain,

Found something was washing my brain,

I was looking at hero’s style,

Forgot that he has walked a mile,

I was looking at lipstick redness,

But there was hardwork brightness,

By making colourful hair,

Going through black which was unable to bear,

The bright tonne of skin,

Which was showing belief in his bin,

Standing before action and light,

Hardwork had taken many nights,

In the waves of emotions,

They were the source of creation,

Race of showing best to world,

Made every vision as their world,

Suddenly the light blinks,

After dark light blinks,

Different season of light blinks,

By throwing popcorn in bin,

By taking willingness to win.

-stories of life

“Life of shiny pencil”

​A new shiny pencil,

Which is not mere pencil,

For someone it’s source of creation,

For child it’s new step to begin,

We are creator of this creation,

Where we itself is creation to begin,

To begin world of two soul,

Pencil gets identity by ownership,

They create relationship by bringing new soul,

Two becomes creator,with new one in a ship,
A shiny new pencil,draws line,

New soul becomes lifeline,

For artiest it reflects imagination,

New child becomes part of imagination,

Pencil changes it shape,

Life changes child’s shape,

Old ,blunt lead appears,

Life’s real exam appears,

The time comes for non existence,

Pencil is not capable of handling existence,

A new shiny pencil,again mom gives,

Without thinking about old, life gives.

New shiny pencil!new bright soul.

stories of life.