Emotions..

Deep silence persisted or prevailed amidst blistering verbal abuse,
I keep my neck n voice deep down within close to my heart.. I refuse,

To let any know that emotionally I am under deep pain,
I refuse to cry.. I hide my tears.. And I just refuse to get consumed in vain,

My life I whispered is of me and no matter what I have to live it all alone,
With all emotions of me.. With all trials that I may face till I am gone,

Where I don't know and I won't even be able to know all such,
Mysteries of life..  Life continues and I live life.. Having some grouch,

I whispered again.. This time in mute n within that only my soul could hear,
I could feel her smile within.. Said she keep talking to me without fear,

Don't worry I won't leave you until you get consumed by others n die,
And contrary to all things.. Your soul shall also die and I shall not fly,

To assume any other body.. No no.. You know we are deep soul mates,
You mine n I yours.. I live within you.. And know I don't hate,

Why should I infact.. But still let some hate mongers keep consuming you,
And Me also.. Let them.. Let me see how powerful they are in making hue,

Of their false victorious claims in separating me from you,
Let me see these all stooping down to their lows in true,

All emotions.. I said.. And I said to my soul.. Keep loving in style,
We remain mates of each other.. I know you have travelled one more mile...

. . . . . . . . . . .  Thanks. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Always..

Was said.. Is said.. May well be said.. Keep a thing alive within always,
An insult and humiliation melted upon for no faults.. Keep alive with in with prays,

And with resolves faiths beliefs.. That one day you'll be there in some foyer,
Waiting for me said.. Let's see.. But did nothing to match those hating lowers,

Kept alive a positive faith within.. Kept reminding own self about that hate,
And I nurtured this nourished this.. But I didn't envied upon ur fate,

I know my eyes remain n shall always remain moist at many times,
But all only to derive strength with in.. I won't curse.. I believe in sublime,

I begin from here again.. With an intent to breath last not as poor,
Why should n shall destiny deny me.. When all I know as doer,

That my fate shall also reckon.. One day I shall invite you on my place,
Having a grand foyer.. Wait.. Do make fun of me.. But wait for that foyer space...

. . . . . . . . . . .  Thanks. . . . . . . . . . . 

For the times..

I For the few maiden years a rebel grew up in me n decided to stay,
With an assumption that I got born in narrow minded.. That had no way,

Any way I recalled my first night or say may be the days,
That I spent.. But cud I say that I did spend that way.. Yeah thats' way,

Though we had been doing even before getting married..

No I didn't n we even Fucked in noon at our own room on top of floor,
That were years ago.. But still all know that in young years there is a galore,

To get fulfilled..

All I need to say is only this.. That in unison we are reasonable,
In having little comforts n yeah We now owe one AC with a label,

But now we don't sleep together all because  struggles in life,
And hard n cruel days that I faced.. I was denied.. Was put on strife,

Life always had its own ways with me.. Maybe treating me as unknown,
A few friends n alike even had the guts to rub salts.. And I was thrown,

Out n shown the door.. Similar fate I had had from.. A few just in case,
When I approached a few able elders in family with scars on my face,

And these too threw me out from their life..  I even didn't ask why,
These elders may n may not let know.. But I quited with my own verses guys,

And the more if I had tried the more fancied these would be,
To hide own errors n instead find errs and  put blames on me,

But still..

I didn't plea.. I didn't cry.. Nor did I weep in front of any these,
I value my relations these elders don't .. And I find no ways to appease,

Or please these..

Though I tried I tried to persist but couldn't over come their hate,
For what n why..  What's wrong except that I am poor.. Alright you get relate,

To your environments who are worthy n close to you n I remain out n away,
You shouldn't had insulted me like this.. I did no wrong to u.. Had no foul play..

Am I..?

Am I a king.. Am I a star or am I an extraordinary son of some,
I am not a king.. Neither am I a star.. Nor with an extraordinary sonny fun,

I mean I am serious and  I stay human.. Knowing many wrongs,
Can happen to any any.. And do I as friend need to stay close or say bong bong,

Stay close I will n shall say.. Stay close to let know there is a reason,
You are a friend and financially I may not have equal but no treason,

On my part.. And you know I know.. Anyway I let such status remain,
Farther n far.. Friendship remains.. I belong and I pertain. . . .

. . . . . . . . . Thanks. . . . . . . . . . . 

Whenever..

Whenever I say you are not.. You creep in some how n say I am,
I freak a smile on my face..  Since I know you are.. A glam,

Alright all I intend to do such is to see or realise a gussail face,
But why couldn't be a reverse from there.. A smiling just in case,

Any way all telepathetic.. Damn even the dictionary doesn't acknowledge,
Such eternal relationship.. Let go yaar.. Time n God shall decide collage,

If such exists.. I mean I have got an eye that remains in search of you,
But I won't peep into others avenues I am not remote controlled ctv of few,

I am me.. Who sees hears talks n likes to be an own,
Respecting relating trusting to who believe.. I mean am I known...

. . . . . . .  To you. . . . . . . 

237..

237 I guess are the marks or the numbers that an alliance may get to succeed,
To get on in that world to keep the word spoken with a will to proceed,

All that may be happening on that day that actually is another normal,
And courtesy teens n youngs.. Doers of sorts being supportive n informal,

And this is not surprise.. A surprise in store as this actually is in eyes,
Of beholders n believers.. Can happen these say.. With all ties,

With common through mind body heart words n soul,
Liker of deeds over false feeds.. 237 I believe remains the first goal...

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Irrational irritated..

Logjamed with strong disagreements a few went on to be irritated,
And on loggerheads with all.. Rhythmic rhythms in these got precipitated,

In an irrational n irritating ways.. Thus always with conceived minds,
So full with hates.. Dislikes.. Arrogance and predetermined finds,

That actually said nothing yet historically always these did blow histrionics,
With false hoarse hearsays.. Unauthentic yet with hegemonic tonics,

Maybe to energise themselves to unleash yet another bout of annoyance,
Completely unaware or pretended tobe such these project a buoyance,

That actually doesn't exist at all.. All that exists are irritated irrational,
To live n to exist all I need are inner strength n sense tobe rational...

. . . . . . . . . Amen. . . ☺. . . . . . . .