रविवार, 26 सितंबर 2010


Impossible” word is in the dictionary of fools,
But “possible” makes you the one who rules.
Ruling the hearts,
Should be there on our parts.
We all are snoring,
& Making our life too boring.
Now it’s the time to open our eyes,
& Seeing our nature that has no price.
Lets knock the hearts of the people around,
& Make our relations a bit more sound.
Love is present in every heart,
& The need is to take out but its an art.
This art is not so laborious & tough,
That can make our hearts this much rough.
But still we’ll not bother if anything is going round,
As we all have to go in our sound.
We don’t have concern with anything at all,
As we all have become a heartless ball.
For loving everyone we don’t have time,
& This is not less than a serious crime.
Lets think my dears-is this right?
& Can we expect that we’ll get God’s graceful light.
Now my mind is getting a bit non-plussed,
That my message will remain with you or soon get flushed.
I believe my friends! You’ll not make me gloom,
But you’ll stand up & make your love bloom.


People celebrate on occasions,
With some stupid intentions.
Whole year depression,
Under some suppression.
Life becomes boring,
Without any scoring.
People are born,
To just scorn.
World is becoming humanity-ill,
With the question how to fill the unity-refill.
People who involve in wars are the biggest fools,
With the stupid intention that they’ll someday rule.
Living here is just like hell,
With no ringing of the mind’s bell.
People suicide- the fool’s task,
With lots of reasons to be ask.
Person who is selfless,
Is the one who is helpless?
Collective efforts will do something,
In removing the root cause of everything.
World is having nobody perfect,
But constructive efforts will make some effect.
Time to ring the bell of the mind,
For making the solution to be find.