Devil encroaching the streets of heaven.

Devotion is divine.But exaggeration of devotion is nonsense.The way Lord Ganpathi's birthday is celebrated is simply stupid.which Lord likes to block the life of man, pollute the rivers and bless the dumb headed people behind this inhuman activities? The heaven created by God's are today being encroached by the devil practices.youth should channelise their spirit in making the birthday of Ganpathi memorable and useful for the society.
                  Celebrations should give us opportunity to celebrate tomorrow.Today if we pollute our rivers, today if we stop working a day, who will fill the draught of people and what will feed the hunger.The sculpture is to be respected than the statue. Respect and devotion can't be shown through the stupid practices done today.
         DON'T LET THE DEVIL ENCROACH OUR STREETS OF HEY VAN

Diamonds are to be polished

The more it is rubbed
the more it shines
 The more deep you dig
 the more big you  find
But it is invisible unless you dig,
 Just a stone
Unless it's crust is carved
 Every soul is a diamond
 Deep in ur mind lies it
 It is to be found It is to be listened
 Ah! The unique colours you find will amaze you.
 Soul is not be searched in the unreachable heights
 Not in the deepest depths Or
in the hardest walls Deep in heart,
so silent and radiant Soul waits for you.

Today's impossibilities are Tomorrow's miracle

The common world always suppress the unique ideas sprouting in a young mind.They scare the significance will be lost.In the race of protecting the tradition society kills the radiance of magnificent light rays of the young minds.Years flowing in the same stream of prejudices people blame different thoughts ,the tenderness of age. It's time for the change, no it has been already late for the change.so let we young buds join our creative heads together and rise up.TO make a change by change.May load's of miracles happen.

paradise is short lived

The way ahead remained headlong

that seemed as an eternal ocean

legs were tired

hopes were dried

in the race to find paradise

                               Found ever green forests

                        That could cherish me

                     With the cool wind and crystal drops

                      And lull me in its green blanket         

                      but someone said "this is not the paradise"

 set out in search of the real paradise again

with a little flame of hope

             that was not the greenest paddy fields

         Charming with grace

          Neither the flowing river

         Nuturing the land with its crystal drops

          Nor the tallest  mountains

       Raising its head very proud

                         not the apple field or an orange field 

                      Not even the sky

                              With fascinating cotton candies

                        And not the milky way

                          The red planet or the blue

                                                   yet the path ahead was infinite

                                           Where have i not gone

                                    What have i not seen

                                                 Where have i not searched

                 The journey was long

           The walls were strońg

             The life was hard

                 Days were bitter

                                           Hopes lost 

                                  Radiance gone

                                            Soul indivine 

                                                    as rotten bread

                                               Moved ahead

                                                              Never searched paradise

                                                             forgot the happiness

                                                            And there one day

                                                               Heard a knock on my door

      With the rotten soul

         Opened the door

               that was the paradise in my dooor

                   alas!but that was my last breathe