Age Poems

Don't tell me what to do man

Okay? Please? Don't

Because I'm an adult, ya know?

I got it, really

You don't have to lecture me

On how to do

Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed

Who is there?

The Sun looks down

Breeze Halts!

Tulips raise their heads

But the Cascade is still

                                                                                  GETTING OLD

Here is a story about getting old

One that I think you should be told

First your skin begins to wrinkle

And your eyes soon lose

Why are you so heavy?

I carry you everywhere I go

I can't understand why you can't be alone

My feet buckle

And my clothes drenched with sweat

You are

The heart is twisted 

Like a dancer did 

When one heard 

A melody 

Telling something important 

Showing the heart interesting 

In hearing a talent 

Story 

A bout deathless love 

Giving and sacrifice 

As

There are some boys who talk in games
After they get hard they say
One must remember about his love without blame
First say I

Did you see her?

Did you admire her?

Did think that she notice you?

Did you believe that she love true?

If that happened, you'd

Let me live at your eyes

One says

You must be a sailor as swimmer or fly

You must have a way to be

A bad dream
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The inner force
1- Believe
He couldn't believe that
He could imagine in fact
That can be the weakest
Convert to be the strongest
The

UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT

A once bright lit sun, now the dawn of moonlight pierced the sky like rays through a broken window…I sat here on

THE STING OF DEATH

Death why provoke us to tears?

There are lot of unfinished works

But still you pierce

What are these you have wrought?

Your unannounced visits can’t

               LUSTFUL YOUTH

The world is filled with vanities

The lust of the eyes and flesh in entirety

Behold how the great and mighty has fallen

Because of beautiful

Rocks, water and strong wind

it was like time before 

a time when life was secluded and untouched 

as if man never existed 

pristine grass covered hills

no litter, no

The friendships I’d made,

The ones I’ve forgotten,

Feelings of freedom

and ones that turned rotten.

Days spent zipping,

and slipping,

and plunging in puddles.

The laughter, and after,

God only know s the

If it’s money that’s you splunder,

then you really make me wonder,

Is it friends we are at all?

Or am I just a crying call

for a memory to

Who is that elderly lady in the mirror

I don’t recognize her one bit

She doesn’t remotely resemble me

My mother or even some older version of me

She

Life

  falling apart

all around me

all around me

       broken bones

       broken promises

spoken in tongues

slings of outrageous

misfortune   and

the emails keep

    coming day

after day shedding

skin after skin

truth after