This Is Only A Funny Way To Learn.....

As a learner,

I have seen,

It’s difficult to learn,

If,

There is no output,

 Of your input,

Like!

If you are talking with a rock,

You must get an echo,

But if,

There is no echo,

What it says,

That must be a good absorber,

Thin wall of interface of silence,

With perforated tiny whole,

Like sponge!

Is it possible?

A sponge seems rock,

Only from far,

Oh Thanks God!

Similarly!

If you talk with someone,

Who is deep in silence?

You will get nothing,

But what if it will get saturated,

Silence will become vibrant,

And,

 If someone closed eye & ear,

You have to wait,

Means,

Either you speak

Or be silent,

I will dance,

I will sing,

To learn,

The beautiful design,

 Yes!

You and your silent smile,

But!

If history repeat itself,

If your third eye will open,

No! No!

Please!

Wait for a while,

Let me explain,

That was to make universe run,

This is only a funny way to learn.

A Bird In A Golden Cage.....

I was in hurry,

Way to my home,

In the earlier evening,

Light was alarming,

 Soon it will disappear,

Suddenly,

You alone,

Just ahead of me,

As usual,

With slow walk,

With ease towards Mall,

As expected,

I got energized,

Outburst with pleasure,

And a little nervous too,

I slowed down,

And decided,

I will not follow you,

But on the way,

I dialed my colleague,

He told me,

Be brave,

Golden moments invite you,

I stopped for a while,

And Entered into Mall,

 From its back,

Cautiously came to main gate,

And fond you

In front of a Vanity shop,

Only girls were there,

I felt awkward,

No, I will not talk,

But wow,

You look beautiful,

Looking colorful round bangle,

You picked so many,

Amazing to watch you,

You had no idea of my silence,

I was watching silently,

So you are so natural,

A girl with girl’s item,

Never seen you before like this,

In a office ever,

With jeans-T-shirt,

Without make-up,

Always in a pressure,

And with no feministic attitude,

I don’t know,

What inspired you? 

For colorful round bangle,

But one thing was clear,

A bird in a golden cage,

Was dreaming to fly high,

You are a beautiful painting.....

Truly,

You are a beautiful painting,

On the canvas of silence,

With brush of light,

God designed you at peace,

That’s why?

You have blessed with,

“Truth”

The meaning of your name,

 Me too,

A creative art,

Danced by God,

In the empty space of universe,

With sound of OM-SARGAM

That’s why?

Appeared with beauty,

And blessed with the fragrance,

“Lotus”

The meaning of my name,

But,

As ego-dark also exist,

In time frame of knowledge,

We know,

It’s almost impossible,

To keep beauty and truth together,

It exist,

 Only when,

“We” don’t exist.

(Meaning of your name in Serbian is Truth)

While I create you at all.....

The magic of moments,

Made me,

An architect of present,

And of pleasant,

I don’t know,

How the tiny time?

Energized me for the hours,

Within blink of eyes,

How joyous flowery wave,

Delight me at all my pore,  

And,

Reflected beam of light of yours,

 How I collect?

And,

 Shape you in front of mine,

Amazing to talk with you,

You are not shy,

Nor I have hesitation,

Not silently,

Nor in silence,

Vibration of pleasant soft voice,

Like rain drops dancing song,

Amazing virtual friendship of mine,

Yes!

Man can create anything,

God blessed us,

With power of imagination,

How cool light of round moon,

‘Truth-you’ of nectar,

Made ‘lotus-me’ fragranced,

In the morning,

Just before the rising sun,

Dew drops on petals of lotus,

Have you ever seen?

The pleasure full art of god,

I feel him in me,

While I create you at all.

Brighten face has a beautiful smile.....

I Admire,

Your dedication,

Your patience,

Simplicity with consistency,

Work and only work,

Like a monk,

Who sits day along,

You mediate with comp,

Eyes only at goal,

Hands holds fate,

No sense of pain,

Only to gain,

But I get puzzled,

What?

Made you still statue,

Either you blessed,

But,

No sign of brightness on your face,

Tiredness reflects,

Like full moon in dark cloud,

Tried hard to smile,

But seems like a faded,

Struggling for freedom,

Exhausted and restless,

But,

As I know,

Work is worship,

Worship is for pleasure,

Pleasure is for freedom,

Freedom has a silent energy,

Silent energy brighten your face,

And,

Brighten face has a beautiful smile.

You will disappear in yourself.....

It’s strange

And funny too,

Never talked,

Nor I will ever talk,

But,

My poems,

Silently tell you,

About my thoughts,

And,

My philosophies,

Help you,

To learn,

To grow,

Like fragranced flower,

Fearless butterfly,

 Chirping bird,

And,

It takes you,

At the top of mountain,

At the middle of sea,

At the rainbow,

And,

You will sing,

You will dance,

You will play with colors,

And,

In boundary less fence,

In your selfless presence,

In the melody of silence,

You will disappear in yourself.

Have you ever thought…..?

Have you ever thought?

Why?

We both,

Never imposed,

Our ego,

On each other,

Because,

No give & take policies,

Exist between us,

We are walking,

Our own way,

No politics,

No religion,

As,

Magnetic lines never cross,

Exist for completing,

Cycle of nature,

Similarly,

 Knowledge, Wisdom,

Silently flows,

Between you & me,

As in North and South Pole,

And,

Technology of dynamo,

Yes!

Poems,

Coming out of silence,

Pure with no sense of self,

Only,

With beauty and fragrance,

Like bulb lights us.