Poems

COLORS

I

Colors,oh! colors who don't likes you,

I want to see your every posh view,

come to life in every sort of hue.

You are chosen, you are neglected,

even not being a bit regretted,

maybe due to that usual fact,

if one neglects, another will select.

Bear, bear, what not you even not complain,

oh! chaste soul, only for you, my heart is roughly plain.

Haste, haste, oh! my undying faith, I want to live in you again.

Opportunity knocks at the door but once, I want to let you gain.

You existed in particles mere and dwelt on horizon-bare.

You unseen, it isn't what in mean, It's only that you have been cleaned.

You being a devil of dare, having existence in universal sphere.

Existence even in water's layers, oh! mighty, you are everywhere.

You visible, or not visible, shimmering, flickering or stable,

in every phase you are adorable, that's what makes me hoping able.

On cogitating a plenty, my minds brooding how scanty!

Yes, I find my brooding scanty, for it I face tons of travesty.

On your door always ringing, on every road always singing:

Colors,oh! colors who don't likes you,

I want to see your every posh view,

come to life in every sort of hue.

II

Whatever you are blue, green, red,

 none of your forms seems to me bad.

you can't be a part of  one's abhorrence,

if there be, then repentance,

Repentance will bode his eyes,

and accede your majesty with lots of cries.

For being dwelt even on the Sun, 

give me the light and let me run.

Run on the path which is not visible,

can tease but not kill,

can kill but on saving my imprints 

in Earth's valleys and hills.

Colors, oh! colors, you help one look young and beautiful

and help one in being bountiful,

Bountiful of what makes happy and glad,

Sorts of your, blue, green, red.

Colors, oh! colors, when you are white.

you are seven sisters bound tight.

When you are in lights, seven,

your lodgment is over the heaven.

Who hadn't seen you in face of rainbow,

when you preach one not to bow.

So far, people always have said,

peace is for white and anger, tells red,

I don't understand concept of assigning such cast

how they took conventions when you hadn't forecast.

On your door always ringing, on every road always singing:

Colors,oh! colors who don't likes you,

I want to see your every posh view,

come to life in every sort of hue.

III

I remember the time when there were wars,

spread by those cheap thinkers' cars,

bloodshed, massacre, slaughter every hour,

much ridiculous, they based it on your names

If I could find anything blacker than black,whiter than white,

I would use both of them without any fight.

If this philosophy comes right in every eye

What to fight, either black or white?

Please, oh! please, let my words be your tongue,

spread in mankind licking notions among,

And your majesty, may it not be tasty,

But you have to do it for everyone's safety.

On your door always ringing, on every road always singing:

Colors,oh! colors who don't likes you,

I want to see your every posh view,

come to life in every sort of hue.

Friendship

A ship that's need of all,

a heart that responds to call,

a support that saves from fall

a key that's right after all.

A thing that's common in us,

I, one, five, others, 

 like the tires of bus

ready to make a rush.

With whom you get freedom to express

with whom you loose all your stress

with whom your life gets some interest

with whom passing time never brings regrets

One, who can make you lose your temper,

one, who can in your ways, every time hamper,

one, I am sure, you will always remember,

one, who is with you from January to December.

A feeling for which you are always alert,

A disease which in fact, never tends to hurt,

not only this, it's first phase of love,

it symbolizes love as peace by dove.

Sharing caring, sweet, sour utters,

Happiness is sandwiched like bread in butters.

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Observe, look, say and pray,  
moving forward day by day,  
in a right way or far away,
started as a point,
 never end like a ray.

  Wheel to cart to car it pass,
  knife to sword to bomb alas!
 giving birth, taking life, 
making lazy, ignoring wife 
 isn't it science today.

Society

From the constraints of religions,

From the layers of sophistication,

From the lineage of lifestyles,

From the ages of civilization,

a web so strong is woven

we call it society.

On the grounds of culture and economy,

distinctly divided organization so many,

Some believe in outlandish supremacy,

 Some do wait for yet another discovery.

Man, women, young and elderly,

play their roles to balance it properly,

its not a job accomplished by an entity,

Neither is pen, nor sword is almighty.

But unfortunate, unapologetic, undeniable reality,

swords of society make pens call them almighty,

who created this diversion 'boy and girl',
you say it is a phenomenon-natural!

From the creature as small as ant,
to the animal as big as elephant,
groups are lead by females most elderly,
humans were no different in days quite early.

In making a society that's now eternal,
how far we went for the actual normal,
for us it is now just a stingy bee, 
but for the flower it's nectar loving appointee.