Grief of a Soul

HEART TOUCHING POETRY,QUOTES AND PHOTOS

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UNITY OF SPIRIT

Though come black and white rich and pauper,elite and down trodden,big and small merge into each other,there is no difference remain at all.

Is black is black and white is white

There is something else deep inside

There is energy, motion, feeling emotion

Which dissolves into unity of superconscious notion

If all is same and nothing is different then why there is so much hindrance

Why white envy black and birth determines fate.

How taller becomes superior than small

Is it natural or rule of dominance where one fits all.

Is day seems brighter if there will be no night

Will there be relevance of dark if there is no white.

What we see what we percieve what we express are they real or illusion.

Do Our mind think is right or it is mere dillusion.

Fragrance of the flower chirping of the bird babble of the river,light of the sun. They are not different they are one.

There went the shepherd climbing mountainous land.He has nothing to accompany him but herds of lamb.

He has found solace in his solitude.

There is no shepherd there is no lamb.

Duckling, fawn, lion cub all are different and all are same.

Only the wise will embrace the truth who has knowledge of the gem.

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REVENGE

My body shivered heart broken mind gone insane.

I quivered in my shell my mind was not ready for pain

It was the last blow my gentleness can sustain

My heart wept loud I was determined for revenge

I locked my heart with golden key and threw it into the sea

I will not be accessible any more how near she will be

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IN MEMORY OF LOVED ONES

All the departed soul who left us untimely bereaved you will be remembered.

You will be remembered as you fought bravely against the enemy of humanity who has voted to eliminate all human kind

You will be remembered as you have not bent the knee and fought verociously and forced this virus to change its ammunition time and again

You will be remembered as the first droplets of rain who sacrifice themselves in the desert in order to rejuvenate the entire humanity

You will be remembered when virus is defeated and situation will be under control.

You will be remembered as inspiration for change of system for demand of good medical fecilities

You will be remembered by our children by children of our children and by their children and so on in stories of bravery of their forefathers who fought gallantly with the enemy who comes time and again in different form to eliminate humanity.

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It does not matter how scorching and strong the Sun is.A blow of gentle cool wind is enough to bring new Hope

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Tackling Negativity

We all have negative experience in Our lives.It is upon us to discard the negativity and go with positivity or to stick with negativity and accumulate the darkness.That darkness will accumulate to become so huge that your whole personality will collapse to form a huge black hole.Every form of goodness- loyalty trust faith Compassion love Care sink into it and dies a horrible death.A chain reaction will be initiated which will spread suspicion insecurity jealousy envy cruelty ill-will animosity and hatred,which will engulf you and surrounding around you for eternity.

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Irony Of Having Trust Is That It Gets Broken

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At One Point Of Time We All Need A Person In Our Life Who takes Our Hand In His Hands And Says Your Heart Needs Soothing My Love

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State of Peace Passes through Path of Chaos

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"When you love some one love with such a passion that your words make mark on her heart, your touch make marks on her soul so deeply that thousands year from now that mark remains and she yearns for that love till time immemorial".

— by  ASIF

" Grief of a Soul".

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Cuckoos Nest

Taunted by the birds of the jungle,to put rumour to the rest a cuckoo decided let build a nest

She gathered straw and leaves and everything which is needed

Learnt from other birds how the leaves are beaded

Somehow able to build a clumsy nest

Sit to lay the eggs done her best

She was gifted with beautiful voice but had no pointed beak

She lacked the crafting skill so nest made was weak

Crows came to know about the happenings

They decided to add some seasoning

Crows gathered and started to praise

What a beautiful architecture like michelangelo at his best

The precision with which the nest was crafted

Battista should learn how art is drafted

It has such a magnificent dome

Which has faded the beauty of chapels of the Rome

The skill with which its foundation is laid on the mound

It looks like precious diamond in the crown

Flattered by the praise Cuckoo layed the egg

Space was congested so she stretched the leg

Nest was weak could not bear the load

Strong wind was also on board

Nest was shattered eggs rolled down the mound

Whole dream of cuckoo was lied on the ground

POETIC SOCIETY

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When you love some one love with such a passion that your words make mark on her heart,your touch make marks on her soul so deeply that thousands year from now that mark remains and she yearns for that love till time immemorial

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People's opinion are dangerous if you don't know yourself.They are like colourful sunglasses which make the world visible but in the colour which others want you to see

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People often act like Cuckoos they park their anger frustration depression in other mind and go on stroll

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Voice of the river

From the cliff of the mountain roaming through the jungle telling numerous tell,listen the voice of the river

Moving slowly with grief of detachment when it comes down from the cliff like a new born baby who cry with fear when it is taken away from her mother

Its stream are cuddled in the womb of mountain,reluctant to go but destiny is bound to happen.It has to fall it has to fall to rise again

It moves slowly reluctantly unknowingly that it will fall and be known as spring.But destiny is written that it has to fall.

It yells with roaring noise when it falls that sound may be pleasant to those who adore it but it is sound of fear of grief of anger of detachment from affectionate womb of mother.

O visitor enjoying the picturesque fall do you hear the pain, just listen,listen to the voice of the river

O man don't you see the calmness when you visit the river bank.The silence the stillness it has got after wandering here and there like a galloping deer loses its hope when it is striked under its predator paw.Listen the helpless hopeless voice of the river

Do you feel the cool wind it is nothing but call of a bedridden old man who has lost his warmth and agility but it has to flow

It has to flow irrespective of conditions adverse or favourable because it has to meet its destiny.O man listen the grief ridden voice of the river

Now the time came,the time came to get submerged into its beloved soul leaving behind all its sorrow, grief despair vices virtue love and affection for the world to remember

O man have you listened the true voice of the river

-ASIF-

POETRY

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“When proven wrong, the wise man will correct himself and the ignorant will keep arguing.”

— Ali ibn Abi Talib

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Voice of the river

From the cliff of the mountain roaming through the jungle telling numerous tell,listen the voice of the river

Moving slowly with grief of detachment when it comes down from the cliff like a new born baby who cry with fear when it is taken away from her mother

Its stream are cuddled in the womb of mountain,reluctant to go but destiny is bound to happen.It has to fall it has to fall to rise again

It moves slowly reluctantly unknowingly that it will fall and be known as spring.But destiny is written that it has to fall.

It yells with roaring noise when it falls that sound may be pleasant to those who adore it but it is sound of fear of grief of anger of detachment from affectionate womb of mother.

O visitor enjoying the picturesque fall do you hear the pain, just listen,listen to the voice of the river

O man don't you see the calmness when you visit the river bank.The silence the stillness it has got after wandering here and there like a galloping deer loses its hope when it is striked under its predator paw.Listen the helpless hopeless voice of the river

Do you feel the cool wind it is nothing but call of a bedridden old man who has lost his warmth and agility but it has to flow

It has to flow irrespective of conditions adverse or favourable because it has to meet its destiny.O man listen the grief ridden voice of the river

Now the time came,the time came to get submerged into its beloved soul leaving behind all its sorrow, grief despair vices virtue love and affection for the world to remember

O man have you listened the true voice of the river

-ASIF-

POETRY