Pursuit of Money

Money is the only thing which unifies all religions
Money is the only thing which unifies whole world..!!
Money is the only one which never gets Xpired..even after years..years and years...
Money is such a wonderful detergent..it can wash away all your sins...
Money is the only one which covers a naked truth..
Money is the only thing which gives life to life..

Life has it limitations, but Money doesn't.
Life doesn't determine who is right..but Money does...
wrong Things,which teach us the right lessons in life..
like this..
Money gives opportunity to make more mistakes..to learn right lessons in life

My Q?
How did God and goddess became rich?
Why God and Goddess don't think the sheer amount of poverty in the country,despite of many prayer's from people?
Do god's fall in love with godesses?
Was God did love marriage or marriage for the money?
Truth:
Knowing that money is the root cause of all evil if people still run after money it proves that people are even more evil than money
Nothing is more untrue than 'money is not permanent` people die but money doesn't"

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Bin Tere..Bin Tere

Bin tere..Bin Tere..
your shadows are in my eyes..
memories are not going away from me..they are mourning...
your smile..your walks..your presence..can't feel..now
i am filled with emptiness..

The entire day passed with pain, all the night I am awake,
Your thought troubles me day and night,
even after leaving, you didn't go,
don't trouble so much, don't come to my memory
in such a way that tears only become my language.


why time played harsh with me..
why that day was so harsh with me..
why you changed the clouds...before..rain..
in between, in between..
there was something in between you and me..
there was something missing in my life..
hope some where i find you again..to live with you..


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so much to say

your presence makes me happy every single day
your absence..feels me...heart isn't with me

(waiting)
how long shall I wait for you like this..
my eyes are searching all the time for u..
now...
my eyes are getting blurred
pain is spreading..
My restlessness is doubling,

Still, somewhere inside me,
there is a little hope remaining..
u will appear..somewhere here..
somewhere here only,I became unconscious...

God proved he is the real god
the weather changed..
it was cool and lovely breez..
Clouds are moving..i Have seen the Moon

sky please tell me what should I do,Iam speechless..
Eyes are shy as Moon passes..
Face is nervousness as moon passes..
the heart is scared..
how to say his(heart) story..
so much to say...

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Visual Poetry

Light the fire.

Strike the match and set the flame.

To change.

To life.

To living...

feel my fish(es) feel

I joined late in the silent pool(like hurry jump into pool),a while later i observed all fish eyes speaking noisily.the weather and all the fish in that pool so damn chaos,i acclimatised to the weather in while and noticed the storm.

the storm tide rippeled the calm part of the sea pool,too many fish with rigid,some are despite the long period never acquired a rigid (like me) got terrible,fry (baby)fish brain brutally damaged.

After storm

everyday life is getting harder..for fish(es)..living outta water..can’t breath can’t digest.everyday it is the same panic about survive.after storm

i am looking around daily,the fish(es) life starts drifting..one another pass day.all my fish friend are slowly moving… finally and i realize the tide has got me..felt my fish friends feel,till my heart stops..and my brain tiers…


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Bekarar Dil

Kal Dard Se Nafrat Ho Gayi Thi
……………

Kyun raaton ko main ab chain se so na sakoon
Kyun aata nahi mujhe din mein bhi chain sukoon
Kyun aisa hota hai main khud se hi baatein karoon….
……………….

Phir Aaj Mohabbat Ho Gayi Hai
Jismon Se Zyada Der Kabhi
Parchhain Door Nahin Rehti…
……………….
Dil.. Ye Bekarara Kyun hai…

My forgotten skill

Now that I’ve moved from Hyderabad to Bangalore,Now I know I’m not the only one who has stopped handwriting letters. Most post offices around the world are in terminal decline. Those in your backyard are employing all kinds of creative tactics to stay afloat. In one outpost in Mylapore,The Times of India reported, postal employees dispatched 500,000 hall tickets for candidates appearing in a government exam. If you spot a Bangalore resident at a post office, he/she is more likely there to register themselves for a Unique Identification Number than to bid adieu to a handcrafted letter. Last year many of our post offices even started selling gold coins. I used to be great at writing letters, especially when I am feeling lonely.I feel the finest conversation one can have with is the self. When I left home for the first time to study in a District in Andhra Pradesh. I will never forget the one letter which I got from a friend where he dispassionately detailed a personal tragedy that changed him forever—and made me cry?and then shared how he recovered from it. Now my communication with friends was built email-by-email or built by-mobil.Post offices may be dying, but the art of letter writing isn’t. Email,Face Book and Twitter,Blogging e.t.c is the best thing that ever happened to letter writing. No more waiting every day at 3pm for the postman to show up, no more “getting lost in the mail” phenomenon, no more bank-holiday-related delays. There’s also email’s instant reply advantage(except when you don’t reply),Yet nowadays, most of my replies to friends read like this: “God I miss you too. So much. Will write a longer email in a couple of days. Love you.” And then I pray they will continue to be my friends. Does emails can make you to feel the pain?Does Social network,micro blogging shares your pain??