From the Archives... "FIGHT"

Feeling the Loneliness of Night
Darkness in the Sight
I always think
its end of the fight.
Fight of the existence,
Constant Persistence.
Fight for Competition,
and for the attraction.
Fight for the Promotions,
healthy devotions.
Fight for the health
and for the wealth.
Fight for Positions,
Bargains and Negotiations.
Fight for Name
Fight for Fame
Fight for Family
Fight for Friends
Fight for Life,
and for Death.
But with the exchange of the day bright,
with the dark night
its end of this fight.
No Matter, Who won
or who is might?
I am happy
its end to this fight.
Now with the breaking dawn
with the rising Sun,
heart filled with fun
with fresh energy and enthusiasm
I think for a moment
and laugh with sarcasm,
Boy ! Get set
the day is now Bright.
a new vision is in the sight
its time,
yet for another FIGHT !!!

White on White

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Time and again

I tell him

Not to write

White on white

If written

Where is it seen?

He says, the issue is

One of writing

And not being seen

Writing black on white

Does not appear to be right

However much you write

White on white

Paper remains still white.

Loneliness

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Life was to live

But

I invited death

What to do

I could not

Befriend loneliness

Shaken

Here I have considered my Friends and loved once as the sparrow, and myself as the tree, I was shaken and still feel the same, its almost difficult to gain the same confidence.
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The tempest came

The tempest gone.

The grief stricken trees

Stood in peace.

Despite trees

Their homes were broken

And they were shaken.

Can any bird now

Make a new nest on trees

With the same confidence?

Trustworthy

I wish I remain the Same, I remain Same trustworthy!!
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When a bird
Makes its home

Near me

I am filled with

Confidence that

The bird too has

Trust in me

I wish, indeed

I remain trustworthy

For Himself

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Sometimes
Man creates an illusion

that there is

somebody somewhere

who can die for him

Although truth is that

Man lives for himself

And dies for himself

False Truth

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As a child
I see so many truths.

But as I grow old

I see truths become false

Do we really

Go on falsifying truths

As we grow old?