Keyboard Craft

At the banks of Varanasi asked a boat ferry o river! you flow so happily? ah! I go where I'm destined to be...         "you flow day n night         so tirelessly yet so calmly        no time for joy, no time to merry?"                        "you don't see my love as I flow well ! that's the real tragedy..." "they call you "poor solvent" and still, you feel happy? don't you get angry, don't you feel pain?"               "tell'em my water is pure                it absorbs their sins                it hides ...

colorless as water I am... silent as the air I feel no joy, no sorrow. Got no stories to share...       I've been hit a thousand times, yet no memories of pains       I've been a desert for years, yet no thirst for rains... I ferried o'er violent  storms and all those wrathful tides my life is a song ballad, no reason for pride...   I've been the joker for some, I've been a lover for some   the tragedy is that I've never been someone for some... I m random as clouds wandering around on his mercy nobody knows, there is a deep calmness beneath my entropy...

Amidst a garden in Kashmir velvet petals shone so bright the "little curious" had reasons to cheer joyous! their beauty... above all might        they trembled as shy        when he walked a little near        as he moved to touch 'em        they shivered with fear "Dear Mr. glossy glare I don't mean any harm! keeping distance let me stare in serene, with calm"...           like someone depressed & shy         handsome youth at its peak,         telling tragedy-tales with moistened eyes         The tender petals rose to speak...       "crazy, curious innocent dear it's not our pride that we need to blush ...