Flowers have reasons

To you I'm grateful!
To you I’m grateful!


“You owe me a hundred rupees,”
She told me while on call,
I replied “for a fairy reason,
Might it be?”
She said, “of course, I’m a fairy, but not for such a good reason.”
She insisted, “we might be couples tomorrow,”
“But who knows whether we say goodbye today only? ”
I replied, “true, but what do you mean to convey?”
She reminded me, “You were looking deep black that day.”
I responded, “Yup, but only I wore black clothes. That doesn’t mean I was black.”
“That is why I like you,” she smiled.
“Hope, I am good going as per your expectations,” I asserted.
She said, “I reserve all the right to get upset with you.”
I was worried, “but why should you be?”
She said, “you should have asked instead what you should have done to refresh my mood and re-energize myself with you.”
I asked, “Okay, tell me?”
She smiled and concluded, “Flowers have all the reasons to build relationships and keep them intact throughout.”
I realized, “Oh, my bad! I must have gifted you a bunch of flowers in each meeting with you.”
She laughed and said, “Worth a hundred in each meeting. Be sure,”
I nodded. “As you say, my goddess, I’m committed to this from now on.”

We shall be together forever!

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My Salute to My Love -Bond Of Separation

My salute to my love.
I admire our love right from the start.

Hey, listen!
You wounded waves
I would present thine the praise
You aren’t the ocean bays
You are my wondrous face.

I step on the sandy paths,
Sign on Sabina’s phrase
“Halt my motion forwarding
Or instead, colour my distant chase.

Sabina darling! Take my bow
You are so colossal and yet hollow
Possessing the beauty of lady fern
Let me sink into your wounded pea.

Let your master watch,
Write on my foreheaded scorch
“Terms on your bath,
I would rest my body in your clutch.”

I’m far but not away.

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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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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,

dedicated learner rose.


Then the last call took place,

And the master introduced,

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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My Fragrance of love

Of oceans and miles, you go
I love to be around you
My fragrance is hidden
But I do never Bind you.

The steps you take
on your own
I’ll never interfere
But the ones you select
by asking me
I would rather
on your esteemed way
schedule a proper repair.

I’m no kind of person
Who’ll interrupt your lousy mood
I won’t come to cheer you up
Instead, I’ll leave you on your own
To drive you to think of
where that mistake was
Indeed, mine or yours or our poisons

You know there’s always
an up and down
throughout the month
Maybe for a few days, you smile
Perhaps because of some reasons
For a few times, you weep.
As I told you, I won’t come to
cause you relive that fight we had
But I vow you
I’ll never let you mourn for long.

I will not wander supermarkets
day in and out,
but I affirm you I will not let
a single thing missed on our list
to make you feel the comfort
into my home, with every second
that passes & every hour
that you desire to spend
with me all alone.

Moreover, You’ll be the person
that I will have
to only note that
You are never mine
and ever mine as
per your desires.
I’ll make you inhale in
a loose breath
every time you think
that they struck us
somewhere in life.
I’ll make sure I inhale out
for you as your breath will
carry strong pillars of my strength
Even the most horrific day
if we see, you’ll only breathe in
the event, I’ll make it resolved
and sigh out the same
to hope for a better tomorrow
time and again, hands joined
to the lord, our bond will never break.


My fragrance throughout the thick and thins.
Throughout the thick and thins.

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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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My Departure –Bond of Separation

My departure is announced.
My departure is now informed!

Make yourself surrender
Or I will make no place for you to render
make your words a stone
Or you will weigh no stone.

Make your temper a brief
Or you will land in grief
Ask my blood to drop
Else there is never hope.


Let me shine in the grave
Let me be your brave
Let me find a way to the doom
I want to live in your heart room.

You can ask your landlord.
“Are you the better lord?”
Let you believe in me,
We shall have the other life treasured.



My departure is all you get within this life. We are indeed connected each time we live.
We are bound to part ways.

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