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The doors are shuttin',
No windows creakin',
Only weak footprints
Against the cold winds.
...

We're made for each other
And forever sure we'll be—
‘Cause once we've come together
You sparkle up life for me.
...

Monsieur Nostle Du Jillkins,
Has his mind sharper than a pin.
Never won yet never put down
But neither lets anyone win!
...

Fairies, witches, pixies and goblins,
Perhaps the dwarfs and Snow White;
Or candies and cookies in silver tins—
Oh my, what a sight!
...

Down my cheek, rolls her sweat,
She was really hard to get;
My mind's on only one thing set,
That first day—the day we met.
...

I know you are still mad at me,
Cannot be mended by a simple ‘sorry';
Didn't know how hurting it could be,
Failed to realize how important you are to me.
...

Like the ripples in a lake, lasting forever,
Soft and gentle like drifting feathers—
Sometimes quite as toes on tips,
Other times violent like rumbling thunder.
...

When the winds take the sand,
And there falls a crack—
Splitting open the parched lands;
Tearing apart mankind's tracks.
...

A great time it was—can never forget;
Won't make it go, don't want to let,
But now the end's set
Seems like just yesterday we met.
...

The world isn't as it ought to be,
It's just not made for me
It's not about the daily difficulties
For which solutions seem to be possibilities.
...

11.

Divinity puts forth its quality
Twice blessed, to him who gives and takes
Within the white depths, lies its tranquillity
Sought after by lives at stake.
...

Obvious cause of hampered relations,
Wandering on the edge of indecision
Incessant pain fills in—
From the weal of vice it flows
...

Vast, indigent, and cruel, being;
Submerging these mute foundlings
Deceiving the ages, composing his drone
Life—a recluse of the forlorn.
...

Wild young imaginations exorcised,
Clogged up with advice expertise
Drawn above—a canopy of fake shines
One of love, yet an unseen callous
...

Through the greens, rivers flow,
In the blue skies, the sun glows;
Like the gentle young, water pours
From mountains capped with snow.
...

16.

It's the appearance, some say
But that's fake we know.
It's shown when you're happy or sad,
Standards high or low.
...

The Best Poem Of Moh Ishu

Lonely Soul

The doors are shuttin',
No windows creakin',
Only weak footprints
Against the cold winds.

No food nor shelter,
Neither clothes to spare;
The leaves run helter-skelter
Seeing his brass and muddy wear.

They fail to understand his pain
Fearing curses may befall;
But, on the same level they too remain,
For, there's no difference at all.

Alone he walks and crawls, the poor soul,
Hoping they would change at all;
No one to fill his brass bowl
No one to answer his call.

Only frozen hands remain,
Of that body, where the blood ran cold;
But he can no longer feel the pain
For his heart took hold.

No one bothers, no one cares,
To take the poor creature from the snow;
His body remains cold and bare
But for his heart—it's made of gold.


-[19/4/2012]

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