Life..........

Life is like a dream
we all are dreaming
noone knows when we wake up

life is like the wind
ever feel
but never can touch
comes from nowhere
and goes to somewhere we never know

life is like a song
which has been written by noone
everyone sings
but very few knows the meaning

life is like a road
which dont have
beginning or destination
but everyone walks

I met her...........

i was on my way in the bus that day

she came and ask

do you remembr me

yes i do

where are you going

what has happend ?

before i repeat the same question

mom anwserd to her

then its my turn

its been a long time since we met

i am going to university

got to get down from the bus

get well soon

with a wish of a friend

she l got down

Little Fairy .. (Haiku)

Innocent face
Glimmering eyes
tossing hair
she smiles

Handicap's words

hard at times
to bearing all unknown pains
with green sorrows
why is that
ask quietly from my self

but that is the way
it is happening
even thousand of tears
milion of humble prayers
wont change  it

problems are falling
like an unstoopable rain
no matter where i am
no matter whatever I do..

climbing a mountain of life
falling and stand again
even though the destination is not visible
with the ray of hope
I strolle silently.....

this poem is about my self.my feeling my sorrow.

Tommorow

Dreaming throughout the night

hoping through the afternoon

wishes to come true

dreams to come true

but will it be

it is still to come

ya its ok

lets hope for the best

this poem is about tomorrow but i used down to earth language in poem

Love & Friendship

how could  i say the
difference of a drizzle and little rain
how could i say the
difference of tear and teardrop
how could i say the
difference of smile and laugh
like i cant tell the
difference of love and friendship

this poem i try to compare the love and friendship but it is so hard to compare

Evening...

sun is hiding behind the clouds

darkness is dawning

with the separations

another day folds up

like a drawing paint

i see the sky far

with the look of dying red

it reminds me the life silently

birds are flying back to their nest

but am i finish mine to get rest

lonely walkes in this road of life

even twinkling stars are above

this poem is about beauty of nature.