Creative kids’

Kuki

It gives me immense pleasure to say,

That when children follow their hearts’,

they grow wings,

My son, was becoming a dentist but music and photography,

Were his passion,

Today with his studies, he is pursuing his dreams,

To all parents, let them fly like birds in the sky,

They will find their own,

Destinations,

At their own time,

A picture

that he captured on his lens, hope you like them.

The  bearded old guy

His sound cloud is: https://soundcloud.com/saad-memon-2
One of his songs: https://soundcloud.com/saad-memon-2/luminescence

His soundcloud is: https://soundcloud.com/saad-memon-2

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Sea sobbed

Kuki

The gigantic sea,
Spoke to me,

A simple tale,

Which carried the memories of lovers,

Loved ones,

And people who mattered and matter,

The sea in its lap had seen storms, many a sailor had made their journeys,

Cutting through the rough waves,

Their sails culminating into successful ones,

While most had met their sad nemesis and never made it to the shores,

The sea wept, it had blood on its hands,

Of the innocent too,

If the supreme had not ordered it to leave its spot,

The colossal loss,

Would again be its blame.

The winds blew a soft whistle, many a times rage could be envisaged,

The fishes, made their own swim,

The waves, gusts and the storms,

Drowns, sinks and carcasses, all its blame.

Yet it stood fixated,

Cause it knew,

That the depth of memories had to be carried in its lap,

It knew humans were…

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Pennies for your wishes’

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Kuki


Pennies in a fountain,

Shining and enticing,

With wishes,

Breathed and blown on them,

Yet, my hand wanted to touch some of those,

And actually pull em out of their vain,

A handful worth a cup of free latte,

Was my minds aim,

Yet, the heart,

Made an abrupt halt,

As each carried an unfulfilled wish,

A broken dream,

A  silent rendezvous,

A parting,

A forlorn kiss,

A prayer un answered,

All wished on a bronzed round of metal,

Maybe a gold and silver too,

Let, the latte, be on my account,

As, I took out my hand,

From the cold fountain,

Maybe,

I myself, had my pennies inside,

Answers pending,

Pennies, in a fountain.

People start wishing on quarters,

maybe, levels raised,

Chances higher,

Futures brighter,

Just friendly thoughts.

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Conspiracy or ??????????

Kuki


Simply, because I don’t trust no one, does not let disbelief baffle me,

That people are up to something,

Yes, that’s the issue,

Even if there is no plotting,

My mind never,

Gives me that hidden power of the so called, “sixth sense,”

The revealing dream just, before the outburst,

That North Star, pointing towards the backstabbers,

It’s cause, maybe,

In my minds eye’, all are innocent,

Pure hearts,

Thorough souls,

And true friends,

Taking you by and on your word,

Yet, conspiracy is evident at all levels,

The higher your stature,

The deeper the plot,

Yet, I strongly believe,

Sometimes, the graves dug for others,

Have the length and breadth of your own fall,

Still I follow,

With pure thoughts,

That I, will always have people,

Who will work with, for me and watch my back.

Yet, never forget, the danger lurking,

As all conspiracy, ultimately does create havoc,

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Love bitten

Kuki

After each disaster, a little more dying,

After each desire savored, a little more yearning,

After every fleeting moment, a little more flying,

After each memory made, a little more dreaming,

After every action, a little more contemplating,

After every gain, a little much conquering,

After every down fall, a little bit of standing,

After every darkness, a little bit of sky staring,

After every touch, a little bit of throbbing,

After every drop of water, a little more thirsting,

After every applaud, a little bit achieving,

After every, walk a little bit transiting,

After every smile, a little bit of laughing,

After every deception, a little bit of tempering,

After every jolt, a little bit of shaking,

Yet, after every impetuous word, a little bit of unseen crying,

With too many little bits,

To simply,

Live, a little bit,

Will fretting and lamenting,

Turn into my only, sole wit,

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Stare is a glare👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁

Kuki

Staring, at people, is just a way of telling them, see what I have and you don’t. So next time any one stares at you, or your loved one does stare at anyone, chill, they are your direct representatives of their instant admiration for you and your die hard admirers.

So stare is just a glare, nothing else, with these thoughts, case closed, now I can rest, oh! the immense appropriate in appropriate bounties of my loved ones’ never ending bounties.👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 whereas the one stared, think twice of the person standing next to them, who was once the apple of his or her eye, and still is, or maybe that person is under the influence of intoxicating forces, but rest assured, such people should be blatantly un stared and un glared, as the person who matters them to the most will always remain in their lives’, as that vital person…

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