a WHITE LILLY

OH white lily........... YADAV PRASANTH

Have I been a bee clouding in the sky,

Long time I see ,a Sea to Sail.

Was worth the moment,

From the womb born the baby calf.

Birthing calf scented flesh,but pure Enough to it's Mother to lick ...............

So am I ,a Coloured flower,

Drawing the fragrance from Dough itself....

I walk deemed,into this Sky feild,

Totally lush ,with strength filming Candles of Love...

Glowing aloud,I hear the smile of Nature..

Rescenting my Commence.........

I finally realised,

All that established in life ,Was a pinch of feeling happy and related..

I trust in god, So I believe in Process of life............

I Die in Peace,

Drinking drops of rain ,filled with solace...

I walk into Ocean waters.

Nobody to Care..

Oh ! Only a white Lilly to spare her tear for me.......

A WORD UNSPOKEN

All the world strains like a Reflection from YOU.
You showed Me a way to walk without You.
It was no hard fossil for me to walk,
but all that hurts is to walk without you.

As you said ,
I saw many images but none have heart like you to have a Print.
I have been speaing on you every lousy second.. like a farmer.
With his head towardsthe sky,
For the blossomed blackish clouds,
Having the hope of plenty waters to Rain.

I have been counting all These DAYS ,as the weapon WAS rusting for the need of revenge.
At the end this is the Toy story,

I will give up thousand lakes of Sands just for your worthy,lovely TEAR.
You broke my strings that never ,ever Tie up Agian.
And my heart is not empty,but with all your Mirages.

As your name on my hand still shines..?
Him heart fears you a lot as it is haunteD by She.

Be on the word as You were neve...r.
BUt be this time once foer ever a life's wrong guess ..
Cry once today......
for yourself as they way you look...
So I shall not return again.
No pain to serve your Gratitude ,
No more hunt is to be done on the compassion of My Crush.
It Is yours have it fore ever...

Invention of me

I was surprised,after disovering the invention of myself.

That truth, they say in this world is , I was born.

Here they say , I shall learn to write and taught Deescipline in life.I was surprised again ,

This time ,that I actually realised the reality of myself.

As fresh breeze I step on to this vast world.

I hardly knew ,

Our thoughts are lacking wisdom, from times of immemorial.

Every day I lived,evry second i painted.

To see the best of future,than now.

As one civilized ,I was told.

As a literate ,I was addresed.

But now I invented, I am a nomad wandering undressed,

In the midst of civilization ,

Just not for myself,but for formalities to serve.I have an uncurable disease,

Spread all over myself, this is something I knew .

I have not cared, 

For what I left behind,

For those clouds I left raining,

For that tigress in me ,I let to starve,

For those floods ,I left to overflow.

All I discovered I am living in hypnotised world by wants of luxury. 
This is all invented of me .

I am just alive buybody,

But dead by heart .

HERTLINGS..............

Dear heART,
 

What would you be earning ,when You choKe Yourself ?
Why would you cry for decuiling girl and harrazing relation ?
What will you be Owning,
At the time when your strings drop off ?
Why do you roar  in greif for Something that is Nothing ?
 

You  haven't seen the World Outside.
And it is seen  enough selfish.
Only me that could understand you..,That how you Die on Her..

So break my Breathe,and I am not selfish to set you freee...
Here after you can be her's for Ever..........

CANVAS..

The walls of road ,shall be honoured
Souls of pain reach to decree the Vengeance
Soon, very  soon...
It might be punished,YOur sin.

But cannot the past is that would suffer
May not the future is Paused at the storm break.
All is harmed is  the presence to Arose my people...

As the breeze of blood wasn't listed in the Flavour of Hunting.
It was the scent of Jest..

Fasten the every light in your path,
So the warriors are brightened with the golden Gesture  of Lanthern.
They come YOu the  whole as they bring you the soul.of Mother's GLory..

Long LIve warriors !
 AS the History Starves for YOu to encript Itself, 
WIth the INk  that shall never fade..

tRUE WARRIOR

With the thunders  wrapping Around you.
You move accompaining the hopes of thousands.
Venturing the sounds of clash louder untill it reach our ears , you fiGHt.
What cresents you desire other than our fineness...
 Roaming alone in your shadows , I WRITE your rememberence...

To hear goodness , as the song you revolute at the stakes of Time...
So the fire you praise and raise in our hearts ,at our a-home,
Is the burning reason,We donate our seconds of the glorius worship,
To your feet to be written and marked with blood in the Historian Bilble.

You the fearless,
Chanting your names wil the songs be Woven in the thoughts of Poets .....
Hope my Pen hs bought thousand lif'e pryers from  god TO ACCord your biography.

I dream of you every click of the clock,
So you shine as the sparking Sun througjh the foam of suppression..

Need not worry my brothers.....They hold Our Flag ....
No need to doubt ,they own the War at our side..
Roaming awake to wake the thousands...in your shadows..
I WRITE your rememberence....

WAITING...

Bringing the catostrophe , you unlimb the Mountains of my feelings..
So many languages the Mind of me can soup,
Neither it recognised the ascent  of your words
Nor It Maps  your Precise smile to its Way...

Why was you await whaen incarved love of mine was portrayed ..on walls of my World.

Raw feel on me Is what your eyes suspect me Off.
Knowing alone is the Way that I should take back home,
You selfish made me through half path at you reach..
Alone is you,
Abondoned my ship with Something broken in the chest of me.

Were you still awake and asouled as it was darkened night,
without your breathe  on chilling breeze of my..in active Life.
 

Praising your return home,
Is the diseases ,for medication I required..

I am Unbroken piece of pearl in the lane of shine..
waitng for you to be worn...