Bouncing in an ocean

-----Bouncing in an ocean-------

After a long time, again, i heard a sound,
not that faraway, just here around,
and the sound in this town adds an extra pound,
to my heart that leaps all around,

when those tiny droplets bounce in an ocean,
reminding all those good times,
in a rhyme.

All i love, all i see, in an ocean, in a sea,
Is the time; good or bad,
is the rhyme; happy and sad,

And what i love, love to see,
pusses on the sea, by those drops,
a inch down, and a couple up,

imaging the world, hot and cold,
imaging the age; weak and bold,
flashing every characters that exists,
all at once, yeah at once,
bouncing in an ocean,
when it rains.

----------------------------- P.C Satya. :)

__BACKBENCHERS___

__________BACKBENCHERS_____________

Remember, for the 1st time, you went to school,
with a combed hair, glistening boots, among the fools,
since the time, you have had your seat,
Till now, you never know, what was taught in it.

You weren't there to learn, nor to read,
neither you did, at least a bit,
All the time when those boring spectacles were
doing their best to win the highest scorer,
You were Dreaming to beat the highest score.

All they passed and they won,
EverReady in a black gown to throw their cap,
And now they work and they earn,
By implementing what they learn.

but look at you, and your crew,
You don't earn as you never learn,
And i am glad, to be the one,
who reached school not to read
and not to worship what is already found,
But to question it and find something more,

So we dreamed, when they learn,
Now they earn, but i pay,
They are high near the sky,
But you are the one to rain on them.

All the world knows, who are you,
Because everyone search, today-what's new,
Again many like them, will reach to school,
Just to learn, and to earn,
But a few among-st you'll mirror,
Dreaming, to beat the best among-st, like you.

#BACKBENCHERS_LEFTIES
#CRASE_WONT_ERASE.

SHARING THE LOVE

---------SHARING THE LOVE---------------

He Never argued to the world,
why the winter is so cold,
nah! he never reached himself to the god,
though he had a lot to ask,
might have planned to meet him in the mud.

watch that belly; Too thin n weak,
hands little wounded but still awake,
awake to show what still can be done,
to prove a second is enough to turn
one from rich to poor,

and to prove- humanity still exists,
yeah humanity still sits,
there where the sympathy is,
to learn, a lot and to teach,

he could have eaten those love,
love, that we see in his hand,
but i found a single being in this land,
who understand,
hunger is felt by everyone,
 stepping their feet to the lawn,
the lawn so called earth,

but only those know what satisfaction is,
who care, who share, share their love,
and tends us to make a prayer,
to that guy watching us all,
a prayer to bless alike lads,
and to send some more like them,
here on the earth...

BEGINING

----------------BEGINNING-------------------

The laces of your shoes wont have been tied,
unless you yourself knot it right,
Everyone's hair would be alike Einstein,
If you yourself hadn't lifted the comb.

since your birth to your death,
you can loose; you can get,
all those stuffs if you want,
unless you say, "oh i can't",

The zip of your pant would be unzipped,
if those days you yourself hadn't leap,
leap your soul to reach your hand,
to let you know, yeah! you can.

so if you can do that all,
why on the earth are you rolling,
like the tear, like the ball,
kicked and directed towards a post,
to go and get yourself paid for it.

All you need is to begin,
be a rod, if not a pin,
a pin on the top of a nib,
to phase a book, a book of your life,

let you confess to the world,
"yeah! i can complete all the stuffs on my own,
If not; I can begin all the stuffs in a tone",
A tone played through my heart,
whose rhyme ain't gonna stop,
since now till then. :)

RECYCLE

---------------------------RECYCLE------------------------------------

those tiny tips are worthless when their blood goes cold,
who, in a stormy attitude, used to sketch their world,
it is said, "life is the rain of a second",
the same second repeats after then,
on what we live, take and give,
all our best to blow our chest,
a couple of inch broad for the rest
of our life.

But what happens with us when we die,
reach under or above the sky,
all we know is: we are burn,
with a fire in a lawn,
and the chapter of our life,
remains closed, like that blunt knife,
whose existence is lost, now, then, forever.

Yeah, we can't save ourselves,
when we die, when we bye,
but can save the rest of the world,
and their existence with an effort,
an effort that not only let their identification lasts,
but we can still use them in the past.

so lets do some beautiful stuffs,
plan a tree; if not crop,
crop it all with your mind,
that lets their existence lasts long and shine,
lets use and use the used things,
until we are tired of getting rings,
rings from the world, "we are proud of you",

Use it once and use it twice,
different ways, turn wise,
recycle everything to let know,
our following generation how to bow,
bow your head to save the world,
as hot is just the absence of cold. :)

------lets recycle each and every non living stuffs.

PRAY TO LOVE

             Pray to love

Stop. right there, right now, 

Do it ASAP anyhow,
don't you dare to ungrip your lip,
to show-off your filthy soul,
that never weep, to get loved or to fetch.

But, do this at least, go fetch your eyes,
to fish the news teller of the morning news,
Who, in a mourn, is barking the plights,
Of those paupers, of those lame,
Who, once in a life, have had gained,
the sparkling smile.

And don't you trynna f*** those words,
"love and care are just the words to say",
go burn your eyes and trynna hearken,
to see the glimpse of those mother's heart,
Whose life was trapped in the death walls,
but is now safe, alive and awake,
breathing soundly in the lawn.

#Welcome to the world again,
#sonish(nepal earthquake, rescued after 22 hrs)
#An italian girl.

WORTHY BITE

            Worthy Bite

There were fingers in my hand,
and my hair in my head,
But i knew they were mine,
When sun sets before it shine.

The worth of that plate,
still kept in my home,
is realized now, when i bite slates,
dwelling in the tom,
despite i am alive.

No i don't like the taste of those bricks,
but i can't just make out a trick,
a trick to fill my tummy doing nothing,
might have flown faraway with those wings,
using the trick, throwing the brick.

But all i have now left with me,
dry tears and a hungry tummy,
dead fears, nothing more i see,
But can realise the taste of those food,
cooked by my woman, it was good.

All i get, is my poor fate,
All i have, is my little pet, and
little food and space tight,
Again dark from day to night,
no it was wrong, but they claimed right,
And i wish now, don't know how,
All i wish is a worthy bite.

#If u can donate, if not eat only those stuffs needed to survive coz u r lucky u ain't eating stone n mud. 

#:(

#syria_diaries(its not syria anymore it's rather a hell). :(