Fly…

Beyond the world of ignorance

My guardian angel

Time to time,

beginning to the end,

I feel the touch of,

the guardian angel.

He saves me from the arrows,

thrown on me.

He stand  against the people,

who betrayal me.

He protects me from  hazards,

give me the instinct feel,

to choose, the right and wrong.

He send the right people into

my life, who cares and loves me.

Sometimes I feel lost,

confused, and has no faith in him,

but he  guides me at the last moment,

before I  fall down.

He give me lessons,

taught me, not be afraid of the past,

enjoy the present,

dream the future.

When I think I failed,

he tells me, “it is not failure,

but the path to success,

try until you get it”.

I know his presence,

as a wind, a feeling,

or a person.

He has no religion, color,

or name.

But he is everywhere,

the Guardian Angel.

Soul traveler

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I swear, I felt

the sun,

the earth,

and the oceans.

Now, shedding my,

bones,

blood,

and cells,

to liberate my soul,

and travel across the cosmos.

Rising the altitudes,

I discerned the spiral energy waves-

the residue of big bang,

the fire of existence.

Hard to watch, but peered,

the cluster of foggy clouds-

nebula, delivering her

twinkling infants;

they were loud and bouncy,

whirled into the infinity.

I slept on the lap,

of fifth dimension,

the supreme consciousness.

Rising again,

I saw a unlighted pit,

soul of The universe?

Surrounded by ghostly figures,

and its end can’t be seen.

I tried to flee, but rapidly swallowed.

Soul smashed,

heart popped,

and unsealed my eyes,

with a heavy breath.

Clock was ticking,

and fog sealed my windows.

I comforted under the fluffy blanket,

only to watch the mighty moon wink.

A Lost Pony

Picking up the pebbles.

Chasing those furious crabs,

I met a stray pony,

hiding under the shadows.

He was quiet,but patient;

his gaze fixed at a point,

and tail forget to move a bit.

His head dropped down,

had expressions, hard to read!

He wasn’t noticing  the noisy crowd,

or bothered about the whisking sea waves.

Perhaps, he was busy dreaming the-

lustrous forest, and the roaming clouds!

Then a bright flash from far distance,

struck on his gloomy  eyelids, and

tried to scatter the tears apart!

But, still he kept the eyes open,

staring on the moving shades.

His neck rope end wasn’t tied up,

yet he never struggled to run off!

Suddenly, he pulled out his horseshoe,

soaked in the wet salty sands,

then walked away in a hurry-

now, carrying someone on his back.

Yes! he is a pack horse,

pledged to bear his fate.

The Puppy

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The little limps struggled,

to fetch a place under the shoes.

Whether he snuggled the comfort,

that often offered by his siblings,

or did he expected a warm cuddling-

from his mother?

His shallow barks were swallowed,

may be he feared being noticed!

His fur were moving apart randomly,

but the wind blown gentle on him.

His eyes were scrolling around

to find a hand, able to pick him up.

Hoping is distress, he turned his back,

curl up himself into the hollow footwear.

Now his barks are barley heard,

but still be heard!

 

Her death

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She surrendered to death;

her soul was covered in mud,

worms ate her breasts and lips,

even they wasn’t firmer like a jello.

Her eyes were pulled out,

with a sharp narrow knife,

and thrown them apart.

Those were sharper than a rusty knife,

when she was alive, they killed men.

The flowers in her coffin,

spread a nasty smell of her hidden love.

Nobody knew, who she loved the most,

or did anybody admitted her soul.

Instead the truth was, every men

admired her bony arms and legs.

May be they noticed her

protruded nose, and shallow forehead,

but not her thirsty soul.

Her name was unknown,

so her age.

Everyone called her “darling”,

when they need her flesh most.

Now she is a buried corpse,

and all ignored her rotting flesh;

they left her gravestone empty,

as no men craved her name on,

nor remember her until then.

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