Poetry

Anxiety

The fears of Future

The tears of nature

The anxiety of past

The boredom of present

Could it be the last?

The fears ask to think

The tears make strong

The anxieties stop wrong

The present writes future’s link.

How it could be the last?

When negatives turn into task.

Mornings ask to run

Day may have some fun

Evening sit with calm

Nights fall under dream’s realm.

How it could be the last?

Where the brain is wider than sky

The heart is deeper than ocean

And the soul is cleaner than body.

It could not be the last

Because it begins its destination so fast

Dream’s with the glary of future

Soaks the tears of nature

How it could be the last?

Special 26 (Aerial Strike)

The hidden anguish of million hearts

Burst into bloody tears of joy

Salute to those flight mystery

Thunderous claps and cheers for dried up souls

Filling the water of eternal joys

After creating a remarkable history of victory.

Amorous

Love pleas for love, where it is?

Has lost anywhere?

Searched! Searched! Searched!

Found! Found! Found!

Was it that?

Colourless rotten became yellow

Smells toxic gas,

No honey brings flowery fragrance

Is it the patient of this sick world?

Where the heavy loud of materials,

Remains only last.

Emotionless Heart

Let the Heart be stonic

Harder and stronger than concrete

Nor expectations neither feelings

Ask for pains

Empty Heart laughs sans

Desirous showers of rains.