"Speaking Words"

 While people consummate benign traits and ordeal themself with pervading faiths you aptly ought life to savor wine 'cause it's told in the end everything is fine Life is trivial thou hereafter is honed to chill we all decried empathy, so does heaven will Nothing is forever they say, don't fascinate it every time Justice o hell, I assume in the end everything is fine  they say pure heart conquest world, bigot fails all have end, yet compassion prevails eh enroute to death with bottles of wine cause they say in the end everything is fine I assume it had to. -Shuja ur Rahman

ECSTASY BY SHUJA UR RAHMAN

OF COURSE IT IS LOVE  plucked a flower an exotic bloom blossom shower thought about our fortune, beauty beast drawled incoherent note vowed an irrelevant fate unforseen obstinacy to date sunk in plenty of mistakes why this thought? occurring in vintage, devoid is all this nature or this breeze wind-age squeezy untidy breeze last in this week two of their eyes seek ,flatter in many ways she looked with shy eyes and just gaze too confused shove in this life's curve but ,yes  of course it is love 

STRIFE.. A Play idea Spark an idea, Bore was life, Crazy mind be a Reason for strife Oh , 'madness Reason for strife Really you're like Damn you creep People vibe Cruel spark you cheap and all mind abide peoples voice ignite Are you mad! This was quetioned And critisized However no one thought What was it all about! Paused and shouted With full of voice A play , Shunt on track of lies This was idea for a play ,striked No one critized 'cause A great play idea For long hasn't arrived..                                 - Shuja Ur Rahman Hope you like it... Follow|share|comment...          

Why? Why do we need more freedom? When we are having enough Is there anything we are scared off to deal with Why we grow up too fast leaving all the childless behavior back Why a man does attains a certain age called maturity and starts judging what is wrong and what is right We can’t remain a child forever like till death Not judging anything doing mistakes and doing the hell what comes up and cop up right the way No but we gain maturity and comes to know that we are dealing with hundreds of problems and certain pressure , behaving like a pervert in front of what we are thinking What does perfect looks like? I am asking because I haven’t passed a day in my life according to the thing so called perfect Or I should correct even a second in my life What do this mean at least I wanted to knew Why do this all things or thoughts trigger my mind even I don’t want to think of that I don’t know about it Ok I have planned hundred times according to the so calle

                            Sounds of leaves uttering by shoes of passengers were heard , Flashback to a ago when these leaves were the pamphlets; exchange letter of the lovers Written with feelings like deepen heart words elaborating each others love Considering the beauties ,the chaos, the stillness, the oneness of widen and exotic love The life that tied the thumbs of goals to the future was embrace with the newness of present Present with her Contracting an amendment for forever was the promise to be sign on But what? Was that “forever ” worth a penny ; the promises , the chaos , the stillness, the love, the sacrifice , the aims, the oneness of two,   all deemed to low that sake of illness derived from coward people’s thinking was born And this ‘ forever ‘flew away from the life of two to one like the bird that flew just after freed from bars Forever was ever meant just for never There was nothing still with life and the love too The amendment was just

And Yes Here is the Next Poetic Rhyme in a row yaa! Read the passage of a journey of man Hoping that it never ends the aroma and love of the distinctive things he saw throughout the journey is left in his soul he is obsessed with the journey and wants it never end BUT every Journey has a finite distance and have particular destination and thinking of that makes  him feel low but reality never fade .. without which it cannot be defined so ya ! here comes this beautiful poem Titled- Journey ; Towards Destination Written By- Shuja ur Rahman leave a comment If you like the throughout Journey THANKYOU LOVE SHUJA