My Life... My Everything

My Life... My Everything | A Poem

I don’t remember the first time we met;

But I rejoice every moment with you now.

Your eyes peers to my soul,
Your mesmerizing beauty,
I could never understand,
Why my heart never felt like this before!

Every moment spent with you is a treasured memory,
You held my hand – you made my world.

Your smile…Your voice…Oh! My God!
You turned my fantasy, into Reality.

My Dream…My Strength…My Everything.
My Life.

With Love,

Bala Krishna.

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It's time to think - Mr. Terrorist!

I have always searched for the purpose of attacks by terrorists or what-so-ever they call themselves. Most of the times, it is their inhuman acts that keep them in lime light. Is it what they want?? To be popular!! They claim, we are spreading the message!! Ironically, the message given by a peaceful preacher reaches us, truly and deeply! How can you support the fact the you are spreading the message with something called violence. How can you forget this simple logic that love and respect can spread a message of God or anything easily than fear!! Revenge!! On whom! Who is the first person who started this? I definitely see a lack of common sense here! So pity on you!! Money!! I guess, this is the most difficult way of earning some. Even if you are earning, are you living a normal life? Don't you realise the place you live is called forest or a dark place for a normal civilian! What?? What else can be the reason?? Prestige . Are you kidding me......

Music, From within!!

Music, I hear – Not from organs, not from outside But from the chords of within! Knew, the meaning – Friends, foes, loved ones Birds, kitties and strangers Does anyone around me! The loneliness of city Promises of politics Struggles of money, study and food Are all in the music! I hear it from within!! I hear it from within!! Strange it is! Strange it is! No body hears, the Music. Strange it is! Strange it is! No body hears, the Music. For they ignore it. Ugly it sounds, For those who can hear it. Stories it say, Of suffering, of fear Of a life they dreamt of All their life. Hear it, hear it – For they need you!! I hear it from within!! I hear it from within!! with love, Bala Krishna

"Beautiful" Dress

Rejoiced by the showers of sea! I walk home, In delight. Along the bridges, my walk - continues! Here lies the one that shatters my dreams!! Dressed brown - Its not branded! But has fonts of style !! Coloured by the dirt of work- And effects added by poverty. Should they suffer! Always!! Always!!

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