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Bare Truth

Bare Truth.

Bare Truth

truthTruth has done my life

my principles, my virtues resting in my eyes

have died of a broken heart;

Restive soul shackles the hives

Where I garnered these for pushing my life

Confession

ConfessI do confess all my sins,
the impure, treacherous traits for interim grins.
I do confess all my sins.

I do confess at times,
my heart sings and mind sinks.
I do confess for my urges,
I forget thee; “The Almighty”,
I confess all my sins.

The Hermit

On the bedding of sea, many waves lay,
tis unhurt, unseen, with inhibitions to sway.

Living their days in peace & calm,appeal they make in dusk & dawn.
Emotions like sea
Their temper swings
with blow of shocking winds.
These turn into tides,
through currents on rise.

I also clogged all my doors
to avoid heart sighs & to take respite
from those who can expose
to untrue world living in malice.

Tis not maintained for long.
She closed, opened all the doors
to make dance spirit singing on her songs.
Pierced through small beams,
she made me envision the open eye dreams.

Tis not maintained for long.
Alas! my emotions can’t be tested any more.
Lest, avert me ‘O’ my soul,
my dreams have shattered ,
my heart is broken and its pieces are scattered.

An e-mail

Shall thine eyes, lift & drop,
wait and respond, the feelings,
thou read thine own.e-mail

Would it be, if it would be
what shall I write
asking myself & thyself.
Please respond.

THEIR BROOD

I am groping in the dark a light of truth;
The light which can shimmer the future of brood
Round the world kids live naked; not by choice but by fate
Striving for food, poor are many
Faint, dull faces struggle for a penny,
Harder they moil, sweating through toil poor
Lay on earth having food, cloth dearth
Let’s jump into crimes – songs ever chime
Notice them, save them to pierce dark through
The light which can shimmer the future of brood.
Alas!  Sand lies on seashore
have plenty of water but throats get sore
Tides come through their heart
Settle through eyes with tears dearth
They imagine in dreams for their brood
Groping in the dark a light of truth

My Prayer

The storms that frightened me even when I were on shore,
now surrounds, tries to blow and mingle me through its course;

On the shore, I prayed long and long for a port storm on the shore
to stand against all adversities, whether or not there a storm;

What shall I do struggling with the storms;
but to wait for that moment when can I win over the storm.