Street Nights Of a beggar.

Street Nights

Some score years ago, in a footpath lane,
I was reading a visual story, full of pain.
Wind used to put a thin towel over his filthy body,
Left leg shivering,dirty,
fighting and quarreling with the right one
To get inside the towel.

Right hand outside,tight,
Over my hip,
singing a bedtime rhyme to me, in the night.

It wasn't working; sun is still floating in the sea,
Waited to let the moon glow out to shine his glass, for his will.
so he can stagger in his dream with an empty stomach and a voracious mind.

And a groan, moments later,
groan describing all his day,
And a dream speech with some pick-up lines,
praising all the beautiful women of his time,
And a smile, and a smile.
Hours followed to open his eyes before the sun wake up breaking the dawn,
Before the moon close it's eyes.

He wore a coat through the throat
Off the glass for a warm night, thereby,
And lit a candle to die as quick
to let me smell darkness in a warmth.

The very first streetwalker and his unnoticed kick
be the morning alarm to that weak,
signifying,
street is to walk not to slumber.

#untold_impacts_on_beggars_life.
#portion_of_my_new_drama_drama_on_its_way...

Self Quotes,

Most fragrantica poison, Room photography.

THIRST

       Thirst

Yeah! everyone is thirsty,
some thirst of food,
some of expensive good,
some of paper- so called money,
and work hard even if it turns rainy or sunny,

But the thirst gets fulfilled,
when the greediness is killed,
killed from mind and killed from soul,
only when you donate your diamond to live in coals,

Thirst here goes ups and down,
in a noise, in a mourn,
But it reaches to the stop,
when u fill other's thirst,
thirst of the thirstier,
your thirst will never rise up.
-help to get help

Spectacles photography

Lenses of my vision. It signifies; I can only explain a bit less about the beautiness of this world than the healthy eye does. :0

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.