Man And My Thought About Him

Man And My Thought About Him

A moving society
Who always cares for mighty
There are men who fight
There are men who flight
i am just on the light
Dreaming about the height .
A fresh thought
A thought out of thought
A thought ,which can make me think
A thought which make me act
A thought with fact
Someone reliable
Someone who knows impossible and possible .
An able one
I am , not talking about someone
It's all about no one .
Right Now !
It's about
That ideal Man ,
The Man of my dreams
A man not to complete me
A man who accepts me
A man Who sees me
Just not look at me
A man who makes me feel his existence
Even  in his absence
It's all about the one and only one
The best one
It May take time
Yes , I May need sometime
To be with him every time .

The Most Beautiful Man

I see him
Everywhere everywhere
When I close my eyes ,
I may not get mesmerized
Or locked
But  ,I know , I am not possible
To be here
Where i am today !
He taught me to walk
He taught me to talk
When i fell down once
He said ,to get a hold
That is how i got bold as i grew old
The least of least
For all
For him , i was always best
And still , I guess
Though a little mess
When I was born
With a brain half torn .
He said ,i am boon
When even ,some said i am goon .
He ,who gave  me an identity
With his entity
Respect ,respect
A child ,who is half mad
He is the best dad
Mould out with best he had
I am grateful than these words
I know ,these could never be that beautiful as you
These are  just words as words
My Thy father
This is why I say I  have world's best father
Yes, He is the most Beautiful Man .

The Reflection

The Days moved with sun and moon
I was looking for that boon
Those loads of thoughts
The so called fights
For nothing
Still for something
No one knew the gust
So they became my guest
What is life?
I asked to myself 
The reflection had a strong want of exploring the self
The quest started at that moment 
The strange mind, asked a change
I  was battered 
I  was hammered 
All into me every time
Sometimes it turned me an evil
So a few saw the devil 
Some obsessions 
Some compulsions
Some possessions 
A tough challenge to the mirror and its image 
Never bothered for a single person 
Who was silent with my shadows
Yes the image
Exclaimed the change
The I In me have dusted 
To make it happen
By odd or even


I lived  
With dead and alive
With sorrow and happiness
With abjectness
With objections 
With rejections
I locked myself for days 
My window panes said me here is your dream
Every time I hear the church bells
It had the sound of a my ill and will 
My faith was buried deep inside 
Beside the four walls of my side
The candles in the dark  
I never explained anyone 
I never guessed about anyone
So the bad had nothing to plough 
The rough and tough 
Time made me bold

That was story of a girl who lost her track 
Till the day she saw her reflection 
The story of change
Without any revenge 
It’s all about her passion 
The true story Of A reflection!
See your reflection & explore the self!









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Wish

Wish

One day, I heard a story 

Next day, I made it my story

I fly high every day,

Thinking of that beautiful day

A day which lived in my imagination

It was a rare sensation

Nothing could make it something usual

It was protective

Made me sensitive

It was all well for me and them,

Days passed,

A single statement

May be by a word

Why, how and what?

Things turned to be hard.

All the hope

Got stuck somewhere with a nope

The lost feeling was brutal

 It was mortal

I realized because it never existed

I couldn't save it.

 It is “wish “
which will perish

Still it may cherish

If you wish true

Pain

PAIN
Why the word pain has a lots value in our lives...?
it's simple as four letters ....
But still it gain a lots of space in heart ,body and mind ....in fact something hard to explain ..hard to understand by others..nothing can define this word .we cry ,we show anger .we may get isolated ...but it's not seriously necessary what we feel may be exactly felt by the others ..everything may be a mistake , a source of insanity,or something unexplained for all other sights ..and pain when comes it's so possessive it only remains with you not anyone else ..."Every little pain is mark of yesterday ..and finally all those mark be a foundation for tomorrow" .....!!!! — feeling better.

A cup of coffee

Magic of a cup of coffee
Every morning as usual there is something irresistible which asks another 5 minutes to cuddle my pillow and blankets equally there is something really a sort of tempting the reason for a jerk and well i possibly believe is my best companion for an easy wake up the core matter of all my super mornings , nothing is so cherishing and promising ,without the concern of weather if there is hot cup of coffee just beside your bed ,your lucky enough ,because you have someone caring as your mother someone possessive as your wife ,someone naughty as your sibling ,someone who really want you to be amused just as your husband . or someone who really want to be as you are just like a friend ....
Coffee in a cup or in saucers it brings smile . it's truly magical .....enjoy this rainy season with a cup of coffee which admires life .full on credits to sizzling Mangalore rain .....and my coffee cup ....!!!!:)   loving nature with a cup of coffee    — with RidHvana Karim and 23 others.

Smile -Smile with your heart :)

Smile
"Smile "- this word has a beautiful love hidden behind it , which can make any pessimist an optimist .smile in a way which can take anyone miles away,snap the best smile and frame , mesmerize yourself with smile ,smile to be bold ,smile to share ,smile to be attractive , smile when you love to enjoy ,smile when you are alone ,smile when you can do the best .smile when you want to impress ,smile when you are mocked ,smile when you are ignored , smile when you are left behind .Finally you own a smile which can carry anyone .so .....Smile and Smile till you are tired off breathing .....   
Smile is a chance  ,Smile with your tears and cheers ....:) :)

First Cry

First cry, 
The much awaited bliss of she, 
Was near to her with a pain
She was letting herself break down, 
The sound of her little one was calling her, 
She looked up, 
She held her up, 
She cried, turned down 
She was breathless, 
She fainted, 
She grasped,
She could feel a life moving
As every time she fails
She still strongly nailed
And moved on .
Rush !
Push!
They scream....
As she blended herself,
All for her another self,
She could feel her gain
With her every pain
She heard a heart beat
With the rhythm of her heart beat
The baby’s out,
They screamed.....
As She Heard her little one’s first Cry...
She smiled, they smiled and even I smiled....   

A poem which i wrote during my Lt postings...