Poems by Aaaha

I and I

a poem by

Aaaha

Who you are and who am I?
How far would you come as I?

Before my birth and before this earth,
From where did you come?
Behind my death and beyond this earth.
Where would you go?

Life is short and love is long
Be smart and come along.
Lonely left or loved ones hurt
Smile and step, sorrows swept

Everything here, is temporary
Loss or pain, never do you worry
Make some merry, keep away fury
Only good deeds, you do carry

Miles to perceive… and
Milestones to achieve…
Who you are and Who am I?
How far would you come as I?

Who you are?
Who am I?
How far would you come as I?

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Loneliness

a poem by

Aaaha

Love is a loneliness…
A loneliness for you and me.
A loneliness across crowdity.

If you part from me,
I am alone.
If I part from you,
You are alone.

If we join hands,
World leaves us alone.

You came to earth alone.
I came to earth alone.
We never want to be alone.
But we feel alone.

This is a an adult age.
Yet, filled with amateur thoughts.
When we are in old age,
We feel alone.

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I am sure…

a poem by

Aaaha

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Achieve your goals.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Benefit your nation.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Commercialise your thoughts.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Destroy one community.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Eliminate your enemy.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Fall your opposition.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Gain you profit

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Hail your boss.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Independence of your thoughts.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Justify your actions.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Kill the mass.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Luminate your family.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Master the world.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Navigate your pride.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Operate your plan.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Plough the evil.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Quench your thirst.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Rate your strength.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Saturate your longing.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Terrify the patriots.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Underestimate the patience.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Veil the light of love.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Warm your winter.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
X-ray the unity.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Yield virtue.

I am sure…
Terrorism by no means will help
Zeal the wealth.

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Poet

a poem by

Aaaha

A poet
Is not one
Who writes poems on paper
But in the heart of people…

A poet
Is not one
Who expresses one’s feelings
But induces in others, feelings…

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When my ship wrecked…

a poem by

Aaaha

When my ship wrecked,
One the clock struck
To everyone’s heart stroke
Lonely stood I, not broke.

When my plane crushed,
To Godly place everyone rushed.
Midst dear, you stood,
Flung did I about the woods.

Had not known swimming
When I was drowned by flood
Thought of you a flickering;
A drive brought my li(o)velihood.

The spring was broke.
Yes the spring did break.
To my adolescence,
Yes the spring did break.

She bid me a goodbye.
After never did she arrived
I to the last breathe of survival
Kept myself before you.

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A bird I was

a poem by

Aaaha

A bird I was
And a bird I am
The latter with a beard
And the farmer with no beard
The farmer was alone.
And the latter too is alone.
Both seem same
But have a change
Past a free independent bird
And present an abandoned bird.

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A sojourn with the Morning Star

a poem by

Aaaha

On my way, was I, toward the destined journey
And was I drawn by wingless poesy.
Thunders struck; yet wonders caressed me,
Lightning scratched; yet light of love glowed within.
Met I, the Morning Star and sojourned a while.
Splashed she, her light of thoughts amiably
And painted I, it with my colorful fancy.
Floated she, beside me and I treated her in glee,
Laughed we, together and stayed in jollity,
Smiled she, at me and I translated them,
And the smile she had, had no guile.
Played we, together and the moments were golden,
Sweet was her utterance and I loved it.
Carved I, her within and painted her with words.
With her, I was all through the day,
And the moments we spent were amicable.
FORLORN! Dusk entered the scene and we’re to part.
Hesperus shook the world and darkness set in.
Tears rolled thro’ the cheeks for we’re to part.
Thunders struck, lightning scratched my soul,
And I left the Morning Star all my way;
Yet she’s carved within and painted with words.
Back on my way toward the destined journey
I set out on the wingless poesy all the way.

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Come Baby

a poem by

Aaaha

Come baby
Come on baby

Stunt baby
Stun me baby

Will not the Paris town
Come in hand?

Will not the Taj Mahal
Turn around?

Will not my desert
Turn to green?

Will not your eyes
Turn to me?

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Fire me by your eyes

a poem by

Aaaha

Fire me by your eyes
So that atleast
You will see me.

Scold me by your tongue
So that atleast
You will talk to me.

Slap me by your arms
So that atleast
You will touch me.

Hate me by your heart
So that atleast
You will think me.

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Hey Girl

a poem by

Aaaha

Hey girl!
Why do you make in me a whirl?

Hey angel!
Make me well or
Throw me in a well.

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Love is…

a poem by

Aaaha

Love is a wheel
It makes me to kneel.

Love is a whale
It makes me its meal.

Love is a pill
My life is the cost of its bill.

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Scold Me Now

a poem by

Aaaha

Scold me now
Only then
You may praise me later.

Beat me now
Only then
You may kiss me later.

Punish me now
Only then
You may reward me later.

Wound me now
Only then
You may heal me later.

Throw me now
Only then
You may catch me later.

Lose me now
Only then
You may gain me later.

Forget me now
Only then
You may remember me later.

HATE ME NOW
Only then
YOU MAY LOVE ME LATER.

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Sleep Soul Sleep

a poem by

Aaaha

Sleep Soul Sleep
No husks to sweep

Sleep Soul Sleep
Mind not your sheep

Sleep Soul Sleep
No more to reap

Sleep Soul Sleep
Before the light peeps

Sleep Soul Sleep
Troubles may creep

Sleep Soul Sleep
Calm you keep

Sleep Soul Sleep
Feelings be deep

Sleep Soul Sleep
Sorrows are heaps

Sleep Soul Sleep
No joys to leap

Sleep Soul Sleep
No worries to weep

Sleep Soul Sleep
Sleep Soul Sleep

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When the Breeze…

a poem by

Aaaha

When the breeze approaches
Blowing is the hot wind

When the rose bud flowers
Black is its color

When lotus flowers
No odor is there

When the winter moon shines
I could feel the scorching sun

When I go to bed
I feel a tomb

When a cuckoo sings
It’s a melancholy cry

When it rains
No spirit is in it

When the rainbow bows
No fancy is in it

LOVE IS NOT A “BYE” – PASS
NEVER IS IT A TIME – PASS

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