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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‘Wealth’ Defined

My aim is simple, that is to create wealth!
My aim is simple, that is to create wealth!

“It’s because all I know is wealth
and none else,”
The quote that feeds
most of our ambitions to work
Yet you know that you are
never much close to infinite
wealth, sometimes you surrender
your good health.

What if I’d be none of
an educated person,
a creative writer,
an active listener,
a firm believer,
always a trip-maker,
a polite human,
a generous Sikh
Would you still have faith
On my wealth?
Would you be a father
and hand over your daughter to me for life?
Would you being a brother
Even may you like to call me one?
Would you being a sister
Call me at your family functions?
Just because I have a wealth
But not any distinct personality trait.

Wealth is as easy for some,
For some, it comes as harsh
as in a lifetime.
Well, if it is as at ease to me,
Maybe I would have rested myself
For life, or would have got imprisoned
for using it unlawfully.
But, unfortunately
None of the above two scenarios
would have made me respected
In society, It will only possibly be
“When all I know is improving
Myself every moment and
enjoy what work I do every day,
Upon working hard along with
my hard-earned traits,
would earn me actual wealth.
That is not by far monetary
wealth but indeed social wealth.”

Also, as proposed by Maslow
In his theory of “hierarchy of needs,”
Wealth is merely a means
To fulfill the needs,
But honestly, we live, by
and along with society at large

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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 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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The Exile Way –Bond of Separation

Exile
My Exile!

It’s been a while
I’ve been in exile
Oh, my! Oh, my!

My beloved says:
“It’s been so days
Oh, please return! Let you govern!”

So, my word is:
“Go get the cops! Go get the cops!
And ban my shops! And ban my shops!”

I’ve done no wrong
To sing a song
Why Exile? Why Exile?

A student was
In love for a cause,
of Beauty! Beauty!

My father-in-law
takes me to the law
Punishment! Aha! meant!

Now, my word is:
“Go get the cops! Go get the cops!
I’m making a return! It’s your turn!”

To my beloved:
“Let you see the red
Let you look at the red
Rose & blood. Rose & blood!



We both are on different routes, but internally we are connected and united. Apart from the fact that I live in exile.
Our ways parted, but we unite.

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It’s Because It has ended

But how has it ended altogether?
But how has it ended altogether?

The green-aged trees
have never said a word
Deep down the road
a tiger roars.
It’s because it has ended.

It started years ago
Over the red bricks
there used to be a family of four
It was all collected
until they tore apart
A girl of their roots
always believed
that she cared for the boy
not the one she loved from the incident
but the one whom she played with
since the time he was born.


One lucky day
It was her birthday, and he was far from here,
she cried all night
as she remembered what he last said to her,
“you are the one for whom I breathe,”
It was not about he had been away
It was about the promise
that he would never leave her alone.
The girl was in her teens
but still very aspiring to fulfil his dream
the dream he once expressed her
that he will treat the poor with medicines
She started staring at the clock
and went on seeking for ten minutes
a phone bell rang
she picked up the phone; she learnt
that “It has ended.”
She asked while sobbing.
“But how? Where is he?”
The other person became silent,
she went on asking and crying, but she received no response
Alas! Her birthday was not as good as even the previous day.

He rose from his bed
and found someone in his room
and the phone is running.
A girl is weeping on the receiver’s point
He ran to the phone
but fell to the ground
with blood taking over the floor of the chamber.
Alas! She never noticed
that It did not end until
the time she received the call
but now,
It has ended.

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