Rajneesh, the running brook!

Date of your curious coming is proposed; Schedule of our anxious meetings are fixed. My conscript conscience is paused as you're enclosed. Regarding your look,figure,complexion, I'm vexed. We have to see each other at any cost, But will I be able to match thy standard? Our meeting-place will not be a seacoast,  By your guarding gang I maybe slandered. You've evolved from the deep deep ocean But my mind can contain only a glass of you. I bet for my heart's holding you as a lotion. But they'll never allow our informal accrue. You're my dream Angel & even  witty witch As you'll certify the success or failure of life. Oh please, don't off, but on the switch Otherwise I'll even not be able to find a wife. Many intelligent & handsome guys will lure, With their good calling calligraphy & knowledge. My heart's full of feelings- pious and pure, My mind is empty as I used my heart at college. You're a scale to measure us a...

I wish, I could've wrapp'd the both with my heart, And would've nourish'd them within, to stop their aging. If I could break God's watchful watch part by part, And would have harmed the angel's aging-caging. Oh God! You'll clearly call me," a selfish fellow!" O punish me severely for my sure selfishness. You may have nominated their names for heavenly pillow But what about my lucky little life's loveliness. Who'll be my light and power? Who'll soothe my worldly pain? Her rugg'd palm irrigates mental fields as shower, Without him, my world be dark and dismal as den. They're more than air, water, food and knowledge of Oxford, In heart, mind, body and soul, I feel my parents in Spinal cord . by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

Oh, I know , I came very  late And it was hard for you to wait. Your going shows your anxiety But my hurry may harm my security. I'm searching for you my mate in Metro ×2 Are you searching for me also? ×2 I know, I came very late..... My tearful-eyes see you, everywhere B'coz you reside in my red retina fair. But your sweet smell's  beyond my reach Which smothers me, my love I do b'seech. I'm searching for you so hard in Metro ×2 Are you searching for me also? ×2 I know, I came very late...... I know you equally love me extremely And our way of kissing may be unseemly. My eyes're clos'd to win you in hide & sik, Come in my arms & let me nectar lick. I'm searching for you so hard in Metro ×2 Are you sure searching for me also ×2 I know, I came very late....... by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra  TODAY'S LYRICAL POEM COMPOSED IN DELHI METRO

Lover means just pocket money, Lover means just pocket money.                Sip him, lick him.                He's sauce & sweet honey. Lover means just pocket money, Lover means just pocket money.             I wanna see a shy guy             I wanna taste his heart-fry. Lover means just pocket money, Lover means just pocket money.              Go & wander or u rove,              You'll find nowhere love. Lover means just pocket money, Lover means just pocket money.                      ...

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O my soul! My soul! Thou must indicate from within: My body is fragile & subject to die, So that my sound never be a harsh din, Never be source of harm as have to say-'bye'. O dangerous diseases! Deadly diseases! Kindly keep thy killing behaviour active on my frame; Otherwise I may become a proudy puppet. Lest my acts may harm horribly humanity's  aim, As the society will debate on me like advocate. O my conscience! My conscience! Keep pricking my ego randomly, So that I may not become a prickly plant. I must be sure sensitive solemnly, To be loved & blessed & people to chant. O my heart! My humble heart! Shape my feelings to make me man; Keep tears in eyes and smile on lips. Store sympathy & empathy in this pan; Allow not to cook cheap chisel like chips. O my mighty mind! My mighty mind! Control my thinking from instigating any evil; Delete all the revengeful torture done on you. Think not to trouble any form of life ...

People know you as a reverend respected man; But you pour poison onto pure plant of posterity, I know you cook the venom dish in dirty mind's pan; Oh! But your seedlings also belong to humanity. You're very very vexed by your shining son's sinful acts. Don't you know that you're reaping rewards of wrongdoings? The luxury and comforts you've gathered are illgotten facts, You're completely changed from natural to artificial by your doings. Almost everyone in your family is in  Government School; Your wife visits her school rarely for physical presence. Your London living Bihari teacher sister never attended her school; You all are the hard-core criminals and spoil the nation hence. Your retired  teacher father invested millions rupees on pilgrimage; How sad! But he couldn't see the children's Divine image. Your house becomes business hub and you-like people's assemblage; Why's your mind so polluted and you're causi...