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Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,
on account of a curse from his master which was to be endured for a year and
which was onerous as it separated him from his beloved, made his residence
among the hermitages of Ramagiri, whose waters were blessed by the bathing
this fear of being what they are:
at least they are not out on the street, they
Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast
that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up
on its hind legs to show off its large vocabulary,
or some lover in a myth who is metamorphosed into a book.
I have always aspired to a more spacious form
that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose
and would let us understand each other without exposing
the author or reader to sublime agonies.
Did you ever notice, in "funeral", the much smaller word, Fun?
If there was a funeral for me, who would "from it" and who would "to it" run?
At 64 I'm overdue perhaps; why should I any longer stick around?
In our big paper dictionary, many as young or younger than I have died, I've found.
MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything.
Dear son, dear son, dear son,
I feel weight of more than ton,
It gives me worry and lot of pain,
All my efforts seem to go in vain,
Family is a familiar word, everybody does know,
It is a set of relation, can you say no?
The set is just combination of children and parent,
There members of households and relatives are inherent.
In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal
sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky
All creatures are my family members.
This earth, this world is my home.
And at home there is no enemy,
As You know, even the enemy are received
Out of love
I can take tricks and schemes
But from the beautiful faces
I won't take lies..
You can see it already: chalks and ochers;
Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines;
Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery;
Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass;
Little thought itself disturbs the mind
Thoughts of leaving dear ones or something of that kind
Shakes whole body in disbelief and remain perturbed
What would be the fate? Condition so disturbed
Who can be called real neighbour?
Who stands by you in critical hour?
Who carries no ill will or harbour?
With you always and yours
On a way to temple greeted with simple smile,
So sweet and me to follow for an extra mile,
Steps were directionless and just followed,
Passage was so smooth and simply allowed,
Most babies crawl before
they begin to walk
There is the exception
Plague pits were charnel houses
Cauldrons where hapless citizens
Too quickly dead and in such numbers
You are numbering more than 20 million Like star glittering on the largest ethnic group in West Africa green grass landed widely distributed geographically line has intermingled with greater different skins, Islam was born in the area of your righteousness around the fourteenth century, the fifteenth century, a number of independents you get competed with each other for control of trade across the Sahara Desert, slaves, and natural resources.
Your gorgeous traditions were preserved until late in the twentieth century, you are also found living in Sudan you have the most widely spoken language in West Africa; your ancestor migrated from Baghdad in the ninth or tenth century AD, most you are devoted Muslims who believe in Allah and in Muhammad as his prophet, you tend to be quiet and reserved, when you interact with outsiders, you generally do not show emotion, there are also some customs that govern interaction with your relatives.
Really life is difficult, painful and embarrassing now-a-days. No friends, no relatives, no love, no hug. Even wife and husband not willing to come together to comfort each other in this time of grief.
This time, a burning fire leaving no space to stay in. Really, how selfish we are! How fearful to death! We know, though, death is inevitable. Where is humanity? No one is ready to take risk and coming forward with a smile.
When Samuel was alive.
He loved to sleep in a coffin.
He thought that the coffin was very comfortable.
He always woke up refreshed.
I was born to a woman, and she said I have father,
Yea, I was born unto them, who said they were my parents.
It was taught to me that in me a Biological gene was created;
Further, it is ‘blood relationship' it was said.
He was very old and very rich.
And his relatives were waiting for him to die.
So that they could get their inheritance.
So he decided to keep just enough of his money for him to live on.
Illusion Created By Power Of Money
Man by nature regards money Is
Almost all thing for him.
When he earns a lot through his
sooner you realize
that relatives are just
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