7

transformation denied

shr_t

call me a snail baby

let me be in my shell

inner world is heaven

outside world is hell

its for kind information

that I deny transformation

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7

the nest of love

I can see a sense of hidden withdrawal

And I sense something beyond the sight

either there is something terribly wrong

or something that is not principally right

but feelings are not slaves to such situations

they emerge out of something really pleasant

you may try to suppress them all forcefully

vigorous emotions may pop out of remnant

there is nothing right or wrong in love code

the unique nest of love has its set of rules

you keep what makes you happier and joyous

those who withdraw due to fear are love fools

all that found loving cannot be always owned

for God has spread the exquisiteness all around

feel the warmth of love and accept all its forms

as when you want love, it can’t be readily found

6

The atmospheric conditions

don’t force me to say yes always

don’t build that uncalled pressure

you appear to be a careless free bird
But I am under atmospheric pressure
Our tropospheric conditions are ripe
There are gusts, thunder and storms
I find it difficult to stay calm
As I undergo disturbances of all forms
You wish an Ionospheric relationship
Where the forces of attraction are high
But I prefer a stratospheric background
Where the uniform temperatures lie
How do we make the atmosphere conducive
To let our love like aeroplane fly smooth
To prevent it from reaching the exosphere
To prevent it from dying an unnatural death

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Reading fortnight

Hi friends! Just to inform you all that few days back I have taken a brave and bold decision. I hope many of you would wholeheartedly appreciate that, many would recommend my name for bravery medals, many would honour me for the sacrifice I have made. It’s fine, I know I deserve that as not many have such patience, courage, guts and unnatural urge arising from the bottom of their hearts. You know, here most of the writers are just awesome writers. They write and vanish. Come back, check the likes and the comments. And again write. Some curious cats do peep into the commentators sites and leave their footprints behind. Some do the popular ‘tit for tat’. You like so I like. I don’t know whether you read or not, so same here.

Oh I just forgot to tell the decision I took as mentioned in the opening lines. Here it goes… I have decided to dedicate this fortnight to reading the blogs, liking them if I feel so and commenting my views. I won’t be writing to ensure the dedication towards my task.

Brave. Isn’t it? Now don’t hit me with that virtual stick!

25

death of life

the humans are striving to live their life

the negative forces are too strong to desist

staying alive is the most difficult exercise

probability of tomorrow is ceasing to exist

we succumb to temptation, we succumb to fear

we succumb to worries, we succumb to despair

we keep falling for prey of others opinions of us

survival of fittest became survival of the wicked

though we feel alive and awake holding our breath

but the fact is that life is dying it own natural death