Category: Natural Instincts

The Silent Sparrow!

The silent sparrow possesses a golden heart.
If only I could demand happiness for one and all.

I make my house myself,
To keep my children safe,
I go around the day,
To collect rare foods.

I leave my bed at dawn,
And lay back in bed at dusk,
Some good people feed me,
rest, I keep on wandering and eating.

But you know I chirp a bare,
unlike the other birds,
I don’t have the strength to oppose,
The irritating herds.

I demand water by asking,
“chirrup” as politely as I can,
A lady in a small cottage
comes out and provides.

Even sometimes, a crow,
snatches my meal,
I don’t perceive how to fight,
I leave the place,
and search out a new treasure around.

I am much concerned,
About my kids who miss me,
in the nest around the clock,
I pray to God,
To give that old woman,
Everything she wishes,
As she is my living god,
who cares about my appetite.

She is the one I trust,
must be adored by,
thousands of humans,
Inside their temples.

She is the one I believe,
Must have educated others,
To look after us poor,
And weak birds.

I, but can’t fight,
With my goddess,
who knows that as like her?
Children, I also have some,
In my home.

I wake up every morning,
and visit fifty-odd homes,
Of which, just a few of them,
Throughout the year,
Do like to feed us,
do like to care.

The Silent Sparrow possesses a golden heart.

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Farewell -Bond of Separation

We are not finished just separated, Farewell!
We are not finished just separated, Farewell!

Hey, shout! my dear

      For the villain's cheer,
      My rose has fallen,
      Over here.
      I descend the steps,
      To take you there,
      But over here,
      You will find a mare.
      A mare will,
      Though represent,
      Tend to be a deadly fare.
      Hey, shout! my dear,
      Though not shout,
      For you will make,
      A sudden-ed pout.
      My soul will though remain,
      Not with you, I ascertain,
      It will rest in the peace of yours,
      The wider you spread,
      You may make it browse,
      But with peace I claim,
      For the sake of Karan's name.

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Off I Go, You Wild Wind!

The powerful and wild wind.
I salute your power, but do all of us?

It is summer around the corner
telling the truths that winters lied about
Having sun just seemed a brief fantasy
Now, otherwise, it will just roast us and shout.

I never believed that miracles happen
But it so happens when god is around
And you know He’s just immersed
into this doom-shaped body and everything it surrounds.

A no-man land I saw on TV, do you even think he’s not there?
Do you indeed think, ghosts rule that place?
Do you even think, It’s the no better fare?

I doubt and shout, and I put forth
My opinion and belief in my roots
That wherever there is a tiny atom,
There can but nothing to be it without the lord.

When you look, at a cat fighting a dog
I know it would be rare
But in most cases, it does for its kitten
Look at the intrepidity, it bears.

When you look, at a tree cut down
Or a flower petal being tipped off
Or Potatoes being collected for sale
don’t you feel they had lives like ours?
If vegans don’t feed the flesh, Do you feel they don’t consume bodies?

You know, nature and
The bounties it shares
Are way supremer than a man’s power
A man tries to call himself the ruler
But he merely cannot re-create this world.

To give just a minor piece of evidence of this
What if they followed winters by
a week-long wild wind?
How long do the most commanding persons sustain?
At least they will have to bear the repercussions
Of a long-time hubris, that man has put in the pocket
and the vivid anguish of the supreme lord.

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Change is evident!

Accept the change and move on.
Accept the change and move on.

Unknown cities
Empty afternoons
Big buildings
Vacant corners
Make a day.

Here is shine
Non-setting light
Outside there is dark
You are alone.

The journey is unknown
Why would you stop?
When there is an unknown craze
Among other creatures to
Subdue a human.

If human stops
He gets consumed
Those who consume him
are a little wiser
Only you have to
Brighten your way
with your resistance to
all types of stoppages
The moment you stop
You’ll vanish.

We see that today afternoon is
ultimately leading to today’s night
If you keep momentum to walk down
this time tomorrow morning must
be waiting for you to take full charge.

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A Navy Of Roses!

For you may not fear anything!

A deadly speaker climbed onto the dying stage,

Many sages formed a bond of love,

One and the other adoring the majestic,

Until he flew, a blade ripped.


“My god! Oh! God.” was echoed over there,

But with silence in one’s ear,

Who could dare to take that call?

It was the biggest solemn doubt of all.


“I will ask once more.”

“My sword will bite one of yours…”

Two or three or even four,

Until he responded with the utmost shore.


“My god. I am present,”

“I will follow your crescent.”

With his name out then,

He pressed mercy on Ambrose.


Then with a shutter sound,

The red master turned alive,

He showed up and asked for one more,

It caused somebody back from the door.


Then there rose another,

He wanted to show a new path,

His name suggested,

and enforced religion for rest.


He too followed the knife’s tear,

The third got up with a dare,

So, he mixed strength with us,

All to show the chapter’s lust.


My god then revealed it there,

“The knife you see wants you here,”

Then as his will may work,

a dedicated learner rose.


Then the last call took place,

And the master introduced,

a Pupil master in prose,

Thus, he made us immune to fighting foes.


He did his job,

And published this navy robe,

They brought us, the Khalsa,

And all sparrows turned scouts!


A navy that grows by bravery

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Attitude of your soul

Attitude of your soul

When it ends
It will not compromise
that you did devote
a whole lot of spirit
into it, It will end
somewhere near to
nothing, then you will
have to restart and
rebuild yourself
Maybe not to a
point you earlier
reached, but at
a worthy note
that you possess
the right qualities
herein to reach
a potentially safer
spot and a more
admiring place
then you were
ever before.

But keep in mind
that it will happen
slowly and gradually
don’t lose patience
don’t lose hope
and build every day
a fresh scope
and a fresh vision
maybe even the last
night dream would
have disturbed your focus
don’t let that happen.
With a fresh day
make it a fresher start
remember your mistakes
and revise your path
keep your goal
intact & once you
achieve that, aim for
a bigger one.
But remember when
it ends near to nothing
you’ll always have to
restart, so be grateful
to god for any step you
choose to take and that
went into a progress
because ultimately your
strings are only
under the fingers
of the supreme lord.
If he only pities you
for your diligence
only then you maintain
a great lifestyle
and make never
to quit motto
a robust attitude
of your soul.

It never ends until the mind is intact
It never ends until the mind is intact

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A Girl like her

She is simply adorable!

It often suggests
By bathing trees
That God is delighted
and asking to please.

She often left
Her handkerchief
At the table, as we met
On sturdy beliefs.

God summoned her
And she went to pray
She never stopped
When it was her day.

She met along
When she was young
She always spoke
Like she only knew.

She was glad to find
Her friends are in trouble
When she supposed
She was their mistress.

She had a bunch of them
But walked with two,
One boy, of course
And one girl, along she grew.

When she met me
one day
She asked me
The trickiest clue.
What might be the
Only thing
As she smiles,
All along the day.

I answered her
Might it be
getting the surprise
visit from loved ones.

She told me wrong
And instead took me along
“The outshining weather
The rainy day”.

I liked this thing
A constructive trait
But it taught me
That one cannot procure
The pleasure of her
To smile, of course
Throughout the day.

As it suggests
She is different
Like she sporadically
shows pleasure
like that in summer
God seldom showers
On diligent working
Poor people.

So, she is a master
Whom you can’t master,
And the master of her own will.
So, she can be idolized by
Such people who hand out
the surety of happiness to
Their beloved ones.

As such, she may
choose to be the bride
Of the one who gives
Her the bliss of rain
Entity throughout living,
No matter whosoever
has a soft piece of heart
For a girl like her.

For a girl like her, because all I need is love.
Because All I need is love.

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To Someone Special

Let's find someone special.
Let’s find someone special!

If I were selfish,
Would you be mine?
If I cross the limits,
Would you not mind?
If I may enter the red zone
Would I be thine?
If I say unpleasant,
Would you take my present?
If I may seek another,
Would you still be the other?
If I may find treasure
to Leave you to claim all,
Would you still make a call?
If I may enter the woods,
Would you search for me?
If I may question your faith,
Would you still date me?
If I may carry a Corona,
Would you still bear with me?
If I may suddenly be poor,
Would you turn the chair?
If I may not talk to you,
Would you drive me interested?
If I may meet Juliet,
Would you disclose your presence?
If I may not fulfil your wishes,
Would you run far away?
If I may not regard you,
Would you choose to forgive?
If I may suddenly die,
Would you turn up to someone special?

Let's find a common place to a speacial meet.
Let’s find a common place to meet.

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