If Just I Could Fly - Ashu T

It’s been quite sometimes now,

I’ve been looking at the velvet sky.

While with the vague smirk on my face.

Watching birds and wondering if I could fly.

I would rip the fluffy cloud,

Through the sky, to the heaven.

With the stars, I would talk loud;

And then doze off with lullaby of moon.

If just I could fly.

I would hear no more chastise,

Of the people I treasured the most.

I would never have tear in my eyes,

And neither have my heart ever lost.

If just I could fly.

Everyday would be a vivid day.

No one would be ever mad at me.

I would bask in the mid of May.

I would only hear the drone of the bee.

If just I could fly…..If Just I could fly.

Unidentified Adorable Parents Love

Ever since we saw the world, ever since our miniature susceptible coat started touching the acquisitive world, and ever since we started speaking, we were beneath the compact and firm idyllic heed. A big finger would always be there to hold our tiny little fingers. Whenever we wanted to have a snooze there was a gigantic lap to nap on.  Whenever we were hungry, a dumpy cry and in attendance would be mother right next to nosh us. A twittering cry and our parents would do everything to gratify us. A minute scratch on the knees and the subject would go right up to hospital. A small selection we would make and the next flash we would have it in our hand.

Their Love akin to the bead of rain has been showering on us ever since we were initially shaped. They forfeited each of their contentment, pleasure, enjoyment and desires just, so as to accomplish ours. Still they don’t have any repentant over what they have done for us. They have been doing it for us and a universal truth utters that they will be always doing it. Their Love for us is immortal. While heaving us, while establishing every bit of superior spirit within us, while preparing us to face the exterior humankind, they just have a solitary desire. A desire to see their child patting the heaven, to see their child bracing the ascendancy of his aptitude and at the end a desire of, their child identifying their parents behind his or her achievement.

Just perceive how diminutive wish they have in contrast to our thoughts and imagination. Can’t we do it for them? Of course the answer from each person would be yes and those people who has a big “NO” on his head and yes those people who takes this as a gag, well to be forthright in this case you are the main comic story who doesn’t have the capability to categorize parents love. Well we have in each instant thwarted our parents. We have quarreled with them without thinking why were they scolding or trouncing  us at times. We have lied to them so as to keep the pledge to cronies and mates. We have embittered them on certain matters. We have duped them. Now as I keep murmuring these things, doesn’t it feel dreadful, having done so much to one’s own parents?? If you are a thoughtful individual you sure will do.

Just try analyzing these thing. We lie to our parents, we deceive them, and we take advantage of them. Yet, even after knowing it they are still with us, guiding us audaciously ever than before. Does this same thing pertain to a normal ally. Suppose you lie to your friend, you cheat them and you betray them badly. Would you expect them to be like your parents without taking into consideration your mistakes? You have the familiarity. There might be some people with relationship snag. Have your partner always been content with you no matter what many mistakes you consign? Think Hard Over It..You will find your answer.

I am full of hope from those who listened to me. There are thousand, million perhaps the whole world to be called as your friend, partner or whatsoever but on other hand we have just two Ideal people to be called as parents.Live for your parents until they live for you.

Day When World Ends

The date shall arrive whilst no tenure contain a power,

Only shall there be vague grief shower.

The premature earth shall then start to see,

The glimpse of what the universe can be.

Universally thee shall; blemish the brook of red water,

And hear the feeble naïve creatures’ holler.

Earth shall be candid to all and sundry that day,

Irrespective of reason that each lone lay.

Thee shall glance the ground twirl into a blaze,

And it populace all scoffed by the angst raze.

 No spirit whom we foresee shall then arrive,

To hoard their own devotee from the thrive.

Darkness shall leave all of us dumb,

When cosmos would eradicate into crumb.

The day would loom while no one can subsist,

To mend the annihilation rooted by beast.

My True Love Story

I loved you deeper than the base of the ocean.

I heeded you higher than the limit of the heaven.

I treasured you superfluously amid no one’s reach.

I applauded you extravagantly beside my pure preach.

Still innocent about the god having taken my all power,

I did myriad crazes just with a faith to get a flower.

Whilst I primed to pick you to make thee mine part,

I got all the tinge of the thrones in my heart.

But I don’t censure you for this lovable pain.

Instead I blame god; for swabbing away my dreams with rain,

For crushing my care and adore for thee,

And for disbanding me away from ye.

I am wholly broken now without any desire,

But still I defy god in intriguing my love away from fire.

I am going to love you until the entire slaughter of my stamina,

And I am going to cry till my death I love you….I Love You!!

Stop Loving Love

Accede me to enlighten thou a plain veracity,

That impedes us from being more witty.

The truth that I have dissected and skilled.

A verity that has not hitherto been revealed.

A deep weed ridden lake of my sorrow,

A grief which even a life can’t borrow.

A sting which I amass from every bee,

A twinge that life presents to me.

But Thou shall not endure the pain,

Of the love akin to the bead of rain.

My plea will uphold thee from menace,

And my words will get thee out of love race.

Just pursue me till the conclusion,

And snoop my words with filled meditation.

Avert diminishing in futile love,

And fly with me like a pallid gratis dove.

Gift of spring

Amid the cremation of winter,

The spring takes a new birth.

Soothingly and rapidly it matures,

Affecting everybody just about it.

The tulips blossom with full sway,

Dodging the chastise of summer.

Birds convoy each other and sings,

With love season cheering them.

Every plants fritters as solitary,

To bring the lovers of spring together,

To demolish the foe of love,

And, to fortify the supremacy of love.

Despite of perturbed enemies,

The spring still subsists and tutors,

The gist of life and;

Calls itself a season of love.

Feeling of Spring Love

A flower blossomed in my garden,

She seized away my gasp with no pardon.

She raided my world and incarcerated my heart.

And now in my life plays a very imperative part.

While sometime I endeavor to pick her,

But she presages me not to come near,

I query, why she doesn’t let me single out her.

And habitually I question; don’t I merit even that power?

Thinking it, tear sways down from my eyes,

But still I each time try to veil this.

Solely because I don’t want to see,

My flower being picked by a bee.

With a trust of getting a consent from my flower,

I, an fortuneless fanatical pure lover,

Anticipate for those high heeled days to impend,

When she lend me her care gripping my hand…