Mother

I know I make mistakes,

Hurt you in the heart.

I know I played wrong stakes,

But still

You love me and play your part.

.

I know I did wrong,

Played damned lies with peers

But you stood strong.

Still

Wiping off your tears.

.

I know you’ll love me

Even in the darkest hours

You’ve been through the hell

I see,

I can see your invisible scars.

.

.

I love you mom.

IF

By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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To Ex…..

All these lies beneath your skin.
Smile’s sharp but the heart’s thin.
I’ve seen many colors and shapes,
Never seen any bitter grapes

You left me! Numb and sore,
I don’t know you, not anymore.
It was you, I never betrayed
All those promises, now strayed

I wish you to be left with ache
Pain’s strength or whatever you make.
Things we had are long lost
Good times are paid by greater cost

All your mistakes will never be soothed.
I was a tree, you were the wood.
I can no longer carry this overwhelming weight, I’ve lost my love, lost my fate

Life like a bike

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Me! Bike
Road
and life

Honey ! Money
Strife
And thrife

Money ! Petrol
Engine
And soul

Destination ! Role
Purpose
And goal

Me ! Bike
Road
And life.

Hey guys i tried to do something new.
I dont know whether it is known type of poem .
Please feel free to comment.
And give some feedback for improvement

Rend…

That cloudy evenings.

When winter sheds.

Those easy seeming.

Tough amends.

Those hazy summers.

When the breeze ascends.

Those classy bummers.

False wends.

Those deadly demons.

Which never append.

These Whirly Seasons

Do

REND..

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Meaning of rend :- Tear To Peices

 

 

 

Thy Shall

Thy shall run, 

Where others stop.

Thy shall run, 

Where they fear to walk

Thy shall run,

Where others retire to dross.

Thy shall run,

Where they fear to cross.

Thy Shall pray, 

Where others moan. 

Thy shall pray, 

While others groan.

Thy shall help,

When there is a need. 

Thy shall help,   

While others feed greed.                                               

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