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Darkness of Days

The darkness of days 
Slowly heading for destruction 
And the mightiest thunder 
Trying to enlighten this junction Has turned weak in front of darkness But how can this be your highness! The ever theory of brightness upon darkness To here not be garnished? 
Yes, but its true 
How it happened I'll give a clue 
The brightness by thunder 
Is because of the darker face 
Then how come you expect  
The brightness to win the race Yeah its true, the brightness is never defaced Look the sun countering the black 
Having victory giving dark a tight slap
 So what you need is to modify 
Your vision and then indemnify Thoughts unpardonable with one's view And finally look your sins being blew. 

Praise in Disgrace

The old memories 
In the living coffins 
Greatest deeds burdened by heinous sins 
Are nevertheless praised  
And the mountains mounting upon them Watching each of them with disgrace.

Stangled Life

Tears rolling on my face just to show 
I am weaker than God's vow 
Being alone in the crowd Although in warehouse but with a drought These tears won't let me say 
As my voice strangle mid way 
Please, oh lord! help me to stay With my loneliness & faith made of wet clay. 

Mountains

Mountains standing in the way of clouds
Always bears the fault of bursting it
But these high rise almighty
Are never the guilty entity.

Mischief

Haven't thought the twist to be guise The theme which didn't suit 

Who thought the

situations to be like these 

To be my faith,with me,

having mischief.

You

Walking through the lane 
Everyone is not winning over bane 
Being aloof of apathy 
Doesn't mean being away from name & fame For what you created is YOU 
Then how come some other 
Can vanish your creation? As the nature..can't b abolished by wish neither deeds So is YOU.. the greenery of green leaves.

J&K Flood

All destroyed leaving no voice The water life saving, left not even a toy The plebiscite got a platform The cunning got a reason to cook & fry 

On the other hand the almighty's will 
Compelled the humans to cry 
Dry with thirst in midst of water 
With a hope just about to shatter 
Oh please! At least now wake up It's all because of nature from humanity break up Its a God's theater 
And you are a mere player 
If you try to steal other's role 
It's obvious to be removed even from your own Pray for the prey of nature 
What more can one do 
But ask the doer 
To stop the game 
And see the innocent being shrewd
To be rescued. 

Reason

Yes, I start because of stress
But in m id way, I digress
That is why I perplex
And again start writing, leaving behind the stress
So, I don't write because of stress
But to digress the stress
Slowly slowly, I got in this interest
And so its all being intext
Without it life is lifeless
Feeling as if on the lowest terrace
As & when I speculate
My words intricate
The nature itself advocate
To not to make the world from it isolate
And so I again resume,
For the thoughts once thought, to consume
The journey of me fighting
With my words for writing
Will never compromise
Who so ever it may be to criticise
It can only edify
With the time, in me, will volatile.

A Known Unknown

 Waiting day night for someone unknown                            But yes i know one  better than me own     These stormy winds are  mere clowns

Who want me to stop just for a poor showdown But these hurdles give me hunches The happiness to come in big bunches 
I haven't seen, never heard Still I can identify without my fingers crossed Have you anyone so much special That the worst would also be the most precious.

success Or faith

Meeting the unsaid to say a few words Day spent with dawn to tell the sun about my curse And in between taking sabbaticals For decisions to be made which could sound sensible He marched on a journey for life to lay On the greatest mountain and the world to say Look that's the one had get set to say the unsaid True it was strange but he had success Oh! Lets admire him for the unusual success he got Or demolish empire of his saying it was in his faith's slot.