Green Petals

Dew on them,lightly resting in sleep for its their turn,the petals wake up soon moving alittle ,the sun has swallowed the moon and the rays bright,
the time has arrive,i hear new things,new views,how amazing the minds are..
Michael Jackson died yesterday,
a news i heard in sleep and then stood up in shock,
People come and go,birth gives happiness,new hopes,glad heartbeats but death gives sorrows,traumas,heartache and a movement very painful to attempt.
he was a good singer,a man who helped got disgraced and also claimed,
he has seen success,he has seen failures and also unconditional love,
what a man he must have felt of himself when he use to face the mirror in the morning,the fame the beauty,the money,the words,the notes,wow..
when his heart rate stopped,how many things he must be wanting to do,
he planned so much,
maybe he wanted to say
maybe he wanted to buy his last meal..
so much..
he has left the world with a history of sound and voice and so much talent..
god bless hiim always..

Clueless Creativity

Silence is one of the most sensitive points in life,they speak right in the eyes straight and sound.I have never seen such beautiful eyes,so pure,so radiant,full of life hidden behind the lashes,behind they walls of the eyes there is a hidden story,there is noone here who is so close,your city is so strange shows something and teaches the taught.I dont know what will happen next but i know i will see more and more and so much that it would be hard to count the experiences.Turn back and see what you have left the good,the beautiful and the torture,there is so much to hold in the bucket but the amount is nowhere.
Once when you forget to close ur book and the ink mark the night follows and the flow goes by what is left is the same empty page and the dried ink bottle,its the same when an incident breaks you and by morning all the tears are dried up.
On the forehead of the sky,there is a bay of hopes,
a row of tears and a kingdom of pain.

Bleeding Penny

Look through a coin,a silver or gold plated penny,
whats its value in this current world?
nothing,one cant even buy a bottle of water with that,but go back history,turn the clock,change your mind and walk down the road of war,when the world began,there were souls so pure and fresh,they knew only one word and that was 'love',where is now?
its alive lovers say,but i am not talking about romeo and julliet i am talking about loving one another,the care,the humanity,the generosity,our youth has forgotten it,
its all about money!!
a young man,a young lady they grow up to compete and see who will earn the most,who will live with fame and pride and who will live with a job to less to fulfill his dreams and leisures,
this is the current history,
the previous one also shared the same trait,people killed each other for money,for overwhelmed poverty and so much of hunger.
He didnt know that his penny will make his world a diaster,
i look in the eyes of the little children,the old,the soldiers who died for their country and who are still willing too,what do they want?
they want a happy family,a father with shoulder,a mother with food,a house with shelter,but it costs,
it needs lots of pennies,
we all run and run,
for the countless happiness hidden in notes of fates,
we have now moved ahead,
we have only become materialistic,greedy,frustrated,competitive and cunningly automatic all we want is a rich life,
dinners,brands and pleasure,
we dont want values,we dont want religion,they just waste our time,
No they dont i say,
cause at the end of the road there is just a bleeding penny twisting itself round and round....

Twist Of Taste

I taste mangoes this summer,some taste soda,some taste jellies,some taste puddings,some taste sugar,some taste the chillness of water,some taste the wind,some taste ice-creams,some taste ice,some taste mix of everything and some tasteless,

Twist is hidden in every delight and every in weather,in its every fruit,in its falling and increasing of unpredictable temperature,

Its so unique to see such a beauty,

when we move on in life,these small wonders become opaque and we loose their importance,so its very important to treasure and pleasure them,

if not they wont please u as well,

these are nature's kings,and have their control when its their turn so u love them they treat u,u hate them they bite u and if u hate them they beat u,

you and i are like moons,

we change our taste with our moods and everyday this pattern follows just like the moon,

we cant stick with one,we need a twist of taste,

and thats why we love our favourites so muchh!!