A Way To Poetry

I and You love is everywhere. The first kissing moment of sun, I feel you. The first biting moment in bun, I taste you. The first walking moment on road, I touch you. The first watching moment of beauty, I see you. The first stopping moment for waiting, I enjoy you . The first realizing moment from pain, I gain you. The first breathing moment in freedom in freedom, I see you. The first relaxing moment for peace, I call you. The first dripping moment in rain, I hear you. The first stepping moment in to darkness, I figure you. The first lighting moment of obsession, With you, forever, in heart and soul, From the rise to fall; Love to act in same role.

I Hate spontaneity Last night, men were not satisfied, When they met entirety; from then I hate spontaneity. Last day, men were not sure, When they have certainty; from then I hate spontaneity. Last week, men were not filled up, When green acted as either paternity; from then I hatespontaneity . Last month, men were not greedy, When they could achieve the freedom of possibility; from then I hate spontaneity. Last year, men were not in men, When they had the power of all capacity; from then I hate spontaneity. Spontaneity the flower of holy play, now with blooms hair, become the daughter of clay. spontaneity opens the path of all probability, So, from then to now I hate spontaneity.

Fiction ; In western culture fiction is the most basic written literary types. Fiction is the form of any work that deals, in part or in whole with information or event that are not real but rather imaginary and theoretical that is invented by the author. Fiction contrast with nonfiction which deals exclusively with factual events, description, observation. Fiction is such a literal way where imagination is the supreme creator .in this kind of literature we can taste the imaginary fruit of the writer. Maximum time, fiction is not based on reality but made the believe themselves that it is true in that particular time. Fiction is the canvas where a writer can put his imagination like co lures to paint a satisfactory image. Sometimes, fiction stands between the poles of realism and marvelous or mythic. Then the fiction is called multidimensional fiction. Fiction includes tale, story, myth, creative writing, romance, legend, storytelling, novel, narration. But fables, parables, ...

The terms of literature in meaning Written works especially those considered of superior or lasting artistic merit. Mainly, literature refers to written literary work. Usually literature is not restricted to only the published pieces of art, but also unwritten work. Writing in which expression and form in connection with ideas of permanent and universal interest are characteristics or essential features, as poetry, novels, history, biography and essay. Sometimes the entire body of writing is a specific language, period and people.  Literature typically means anything that can be read. For example, when you go to a meeting, the staff may provide literature on the topic. Also, a novel can be considered literature. So it can be said that literature is the art of written works. Any kind of written works that is imaginative, creative or of artistic value, usually related to a work absence of factual or practical reference is popularly known as literature.

Oh! The bird Fly like the bird Feel like the bird, Think like the bird; See like the bird Act like the bird, But what is the bird . The bird is not a hero Even it is not the zero. It is the way of going to an image; Where is no lick age? It is blown over courage Going through pure click age. This the bird is a flow less mirror Easy step to deem evil error. All the haven trails say towards the bird; An example for picking up the right card The bird creates the road of sapience ability; None other than the bird is the wave of limpidity.

Anarchy No more laughing, No more growing, No more liking, Only throwing anarchy. Back in the back step, Fight for the new step, Freedom is the loose step; Only for the anarchy . Anarchy is a greedy fish If you want to catch; It may give flesh So, drop it in to hatch. Now on the way of love Feels it like worse dove. Smash the legacy Smash the beauty; Announce to breakout anarchy.

One step One step before death One step before new growth One step before sun One step before gun A beep makes me run. Grabbing anything for life; Crawling to nothing for drive But saw something at the end of road That fully juicy my toad From the black to blue; Having nothing to clue There is some glue Aerating me to flee; All these beeps create a jeep This one step takes my hope deep.

The End The end is the need This brings the signs of lead. When we need the end Easy to find out what is truth for all kind. When we seek the end, That makes us super legend. When we are relaxing at the end Flawlessly running our talent through the dead end. When we meet the end , That is the reflection of all demand. One thing needs from the end Remember end is the stop to be decent. And at last when dusk starts; But always the end is mine; Yes, the end is mine.

Phobia Roses afraid to raise head Grass rejects to wake from bed; Lighters avoid giving us lead Sky refuses to act as shed, Cause of coming phobia blade. Some toys are in heir, Uphill to beam there. Close eyes to drink dark Why feel like a jerk; Always all sense crispy phobia bark. Long roads cross for fake hope Run thousand miles to hang in that loop, Chain of elegance breaks by a group Basket of flashy mixes in the purity soup; Unseemly phobia grows like crop. Write full stop to make mankind amphibious Get the hell out, phobias.

That is freedom When birds fly in rows That is Freedom. When you go to thee That is Freedom. When bee’s splash hives That is Freedom. When I am in the right me That is Freedom. When big fatty boots share foods That is Freedom . When darkness is the art of shadow That is Freedom. When angels are for sinners That is Freedom. When the ponder trails to purity That is Freedom. When the sky is the roof for all That is Freedom. When mind is in the captivity of inner rule That is Freedom. When you detain your evil That is Freedom. When there is a chance to loose freedom That is Freedom. Freedom is the creator of lavishly and dignity, Luck says, freedom makes us the proudly.

The Breath In the green field Of life I lost the breath. The breath is made of thee, you can only make the breath free. The breath is the hope of believe the breath is the strength of noise, the breath is your lips slave the breath is the sign of muddy beauty raise. On the eve of shadow I felt the breath; on the beginning Of the pain blood I hanged on  the breath; on the place of my first youth I begged to the breath. I am now away from the breath like I away From my world. The breath of thee always be my mind lord.

There Is A You There is a room Where flower is bloom. There is a road; Where softy to fold. There is a you , I am going to love you. There is a tree, Where I am free. There is a car, This is my life bar. There is a you I am going  to love you. There is a hand, Where I can land. There is a leaps, Where is my kiss. In the end there is a you, My heartiest   love is only for you. 

The Last Step To You Before the  rain I feel in my brain, where is only you. Not only you,there are few But few are same, all is in your name. Long but lived in happy, Strong but walked in sloppy. In the path of  love and sorrow, Trying to buy it like borrow. You, grab all my dream In sleep ,there is no cream. Raise the me of  I called you again Love the you in you killed me again I know the end of mine in you, After the rain, This is the last step to you.

The Hell I walk through the road                  the road is long.   I sleep on the bed                  the bed is lone. When you in the feel, It’s enough to make hell. I could not feel the hot could not feel the bad,    could no’t sad to feel Your felling throws me in hell. I step door to door, run through the path The path ends in hell, I, again live fail. I feel very clumsy, feel such alone feel such false, It makes me out of clause. Now, I am in hell And will be in hell; burn  every time  in the hell of you.

     A Muddy Way  At the moment of sun rising                      You open your chest, Never think about friend or foe                      warm them as guest,               serve them at your best,               love them with your fist           don’t this who is in the list. All is not fair to you But why don’t give them your view, cause of your love, like a look to a dove. On the eve of the dark rises, your share the strength like mother Oh, I am foolish I can’t see it rather. All your praises are beyond my say I love you a...

A Sound A sound comes to me, Just before it’s flee. A sound talks with me, Just round my knee . Long speech but in short form In the snowy, I feel wormy In the shinny, I am sloppy. A  sound releases the pain, The pain of nothing is in my brain. Find out me always in chain, All hopes of mine now in vain . A sound shows a way It depends on mind, Wish for living in hundred   years before lay I have   to make me blind.