In the freedom of solitude

The phenomenon of solitude is that it either embarks enlightenment of thought to provoke even goodness in badness. If not rather it leads to suffocation with discovery of lonesome state, and this discovery sometime demands life.

How i love thee

Ten thousand times or more I met thou before

Still stranger glance I ever gaze to thee.

From a many distance I visit thee

Still ever surprising such is thou.

Many of knots are broken in opposition,

Still I know nothing except to love thee.

Mad man

I left everything, every object, every gift, every memory and every things that binds me.
I scarified this life that is grown with knowledge dictate rather then learn with endurance.

I turned myself into madman and in madness I earn the degree of thought,

I am mad I travel endless to reach and still I never reached
As only mad knows there is not a thing call home, we all are refugee.

And in madness I reborn.

Shame

When thunder rage upon thee and thine every thought deepens into a wound .
How thou bring glow in thy act makes visible invisible god.

And seeing thee, what a shame comes to me
My tolerance is master of none.
In a flash of a thunder I sit to compose impure song.

Eternal

Thou hast embark me eternally,
Before Thee wise I do meet
Are group of  impatience fools
Manipulating each words to conspire
Conspiracy against their pretended fool.

Come to Trouble land

In rightful act of virtue,
I see the wrongful sin committed.

In the name of mythical God,
They separate me from them.

 In seek of physical pureness,
They intoxicate their inner purity.

Mother, come to trouble land of mine
Only thou can unite this fragmented heart.

Your strength

When I parted from thee,

My separation was thy very own.

When I came back after defeating oppressor,

Oppressed came to thee to give their thank.

Ah! Mother at last they come to know;

My bravery was thy strength.

Invisible

I'm afraid your quest will go in vain.

You will never find me in a flower garden
Nor will you get to gaze me around dusty street
I am void, for search I have no identity.

Rumor

They have mixed many alcohol in your glass and served.

Your anger was no wrong

You was drunk of rumor and was lost.