"Ink & Paper" is a snapshot of myriad enigmas pivoting the stirring lever of life and world.It is also solution to the transiting problem arises in human tendencies, world vision and variation in the logical atmosphere of diverse land. It involves all the key creation to resolve problems of human tendencies and behavior of modern world through quivering quotes and word figure.
A rail carrying the goods,
Stopped near the woods,
Belong to a station afar,
Plenty of plant filled with foods,
A lone river was passing by the train,
It was incessant rain, it was rain,
Train's driver ticking &rocking railway,
Live life path hard like city life quote lane.
कहीं दूर जा कर रुक गई एक कभी न डूबने वाली कश्ती,
दूर जाने से रुक गई शायद जरूर कागज़ की होगी, सस्ती।
यूं ही दूर तक फैली हुई है ये गांव ये बस्ती,
तभी तो जितना दिया है ऊपरवाले ने उसी में खुश है हर एक हस्ती।।
Birds of hopes always at par,
They sing a song of wandering star,
At the night of delusion of destiny,
It always remain dissolving at far,
Once the cage become their home,
Their tour finishes as curtain falls and zoom,
Wherever they have gone,triggering testimony of unity,
Unity costs, because they caught too easily in net while roam,
I remember the Bengali verse "ekela chalo re",
As most of such birds are stray,
That sometimes it is better to be alone battling,
Than to irreversibly fight it off with the huge of fire catching hay!
My reward is the the whole world,
Just get globel my words which simply settled,
My demand is the distance I must travelled,
Is only that you read my traveling pen on paper curled,
Life gets thinking raw radical race,
When one get it in wrist closed with words in right or wrong place,
Life gets line of luck or science of future on hand with line trace,
When one read it as a God's optimistic view to natural bush as paint brush more or less!
A strong breeze just passes,
In the garden of moonlight flashes,
The cloudy trees wearing white dresses,
Of fog and snow equally graces.
A no U-turn in a road of tradition,
Is the destiny of a rules made in heaven,
Actually the road made round back to origin.
All travelling with the road like a traditional caravan.
Ane one time breeze passes making a loop,
A loop made by the caravan like tradition hope,
A hope reconcile with the cognizance of God at the top,
Mast light milky light watering trees passes between like rope.
The damp lamp lit up in the fraction of second,
The camp ramp dip down in the attraction of mind,
The life goal teaches us a different lesson of diversity,
Of the scincerety of the above and "who" is one before creativity,
The eternal question the one and the first among all questions,
The difficult reason of the before all and the reasons after all sections.
In the midst of all,
The time is tall,
It never ceases,
Always rises,
Like a wave,
In the latest cave,
Like a dew,
In a finest new,
Like a crew,
Of the destiny true,
Like stations,
With their additions,
In the midst of all,
The time is tall,
But "sometime" it is just "time",
And is small,
For the one which crawl,
For the one which diminish,
With time in whole,
The time is tall,
For the one who goal,
In the fraction of football,
For the name of game,
Like stars made on heaven,
Stars never teases,
Twinkling but never freezes,
It burn for all,
It cares for soul,
Soothing every night pals,
In the affairs of beautiful dolls,
In the midst of all,
Time is tall,
Time is in control,
It has no gravity fall,
It is always stalled,
When the matter is rolled,
In the carpet so mould,
In the whole world,
In the midst of all,
The time is tall,
The time is tall,
The time is tall.
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