A struggling writer

I do some odd jobs just because of some money,

But Jobs are boring and killing creativity of mine,

I hate to obey someone’s order,

I hate to restrict myself within the boundary make by other.

Job never gives me satisfaction,

Writing gives me pleaser,

but no enough wealth for bread and butter . . .

Stories satisfy my creativity,

I get claps and appreciation,

But I don’t get money to survive this material Nation…

With empty stomach I write some poem and stories,

Nights after nights passed with some characters,

I narrate my all emotion and imagination in pen and paper,

Without even reading it Publishers send me rejection letters…

Parents want money now,

Girlfriend’s parents need a service,

But who convince my heart,

who has found happiness from stories . . .

I’m an idiot now say my friends,

And I’m a Rascal for my parents,

My classmates now become job holder,

Proudly mention designation of them in Facebook and twitter,

They wear tie and put their company identity card with honor,

Talking about their meeting, targets and workloads,

But still I’m just a struggling writer…

To become a winner

Give more than you want from nature,

Gives more love to whom you love,

But give less pain from whom you get pain in return,

Don’t think to win from someone,

Believe to win hearts of everyone,

Don’t think about destruction,

Believe in gain and construction,

Life isn’t complicated as it looks from outside,

Don’t forget to smile,

And show the world that you are a better man,

Believe in your work,

Follow your dream,

And never give up . . .

Why world needs Gandhi now?

World needs Gandhi once again,

And his method of nonviolence,

Mankind needs a legend of peace,

Who can minimize our differences,

And who can turn our face toward peace . . .

War has given only destruction, And pain and death,

No one can gain anything from graveyard of men,

So the world needs Gandhi again . . .

Enemy of Human

Humanity is now in danger,

war is going to happen,

Where brothers would kill brothers by name of country,

By name of love for motherland…

God doesn’t make any boundary,

Nether make any border,

Sun light gives light to everyone,

No one can stop air,

But we idiot men drag border,

And war against each other to get more and more…

Be a legend

Where Gandhi, Martin Luther king like legend were gone?

The world needs a legend of peace,

World needs a man to whom they follow,

Need a voice which would show a right path to them. . .

Men want to tell story to their children,

about the time they would spend with a legend . . .

This world needs someone to save humanity,

To spared love and prosperity,

Don’t wait for a legend,

Try to be a legend, dream to be a legend,

And do something for mankind…

Eclectic Moods: Spotlight: The Revenge Of Gandhi’s Follower by BP Senapati and Durgesh Nandini Das

https://ministryofmagik.blogspot.in/2017/08/spotlight-revenge-of-gandhis-follower.html?m=1

Spotlight post about my book ‘ The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’

Humanity

One day I decided to write something about humanity,

To get practical example I travelled all across the world,

But I didn’t get example of humanity from human,

I found families without love and affection,

Men, who are racing behind money without taking breath,

And can do anything to get profit and wealth,

I found men love to cheat,

And proudly describe how they cheat other,

And more interesting is everyone respect those cheaters . . .

I found some political leader,

who loves terrorism and war and destruction,

Interestingly people follows them,

and gave them power and constitution. . .

At history book we can find some villain got golden place,

Who loved war and invaded over free land,

And killed thousands of men…

Is it humanity?

is the great Alexander really great,

Is Queen Victoria ready deserving some respect,

Who believed in only her country’s interests,

And made other slaves…

Is United States of America is really great,

Is Russia is really deserve any respect,

Think again, we unknowingly put wrong example for our kids,

So beware and save humanity from dirty politic,

And be the man of peace…

A good man!

Suffer of my life till not end,

Struggle continues from many years.

Survival is the biggest huddle for me,

Service in corporate couldn’t give me any satisfaction,

To do something different from other I gave resignation…

I wrote some stories which give me pleaser,

But not getting fame or wealth in sudden…

Some criticized that I’m not the boy with talent,

For Some I’m not workaholic like them,

I’m not romantic according to my girlfriend,

My dressing scene is not good according to her friends,

For my parents I am not a perfect son,

who can’t give them money at end of every month,

I’m a greedy man for my sister,

Who has never gifted her anything like other brothers,

Still I’m a good man eyes of everyone,

But only being good is not sufficient in this material world…

A struggling writer

I do some odd jobs just because of some money,

But Jobs were boring and kill creativity of mine,

I hate to obey someone’s order,

I hate to restrict myself within the boundary make by other.

Jobs never give me satisfaction,

Writing gives me pleaser,

but no enough wealth for bread and butter . . .

Stories satisfy my creativity,

I get claps and appreciation,

But I don’t get money to survive this material Nation…

With empty stomach I write some poem, stories and novels,

Nights after nights passed with some characters,

I narrate my all emotion and imagination in pen and paper,

Without even reading it Publishers send me rejection letters…

Parents want money now,

Girlfriend’s parents need a service,

But who convince my heart,

who has found happiness from stories . . .

I’m an idiot now say my friends,

And I’m a Rascal for my parents,

My classmates now become job holder,

Proudly mention designation of them in Facebook and twitter,

They wear tie and put their company identity card with honor,

Talking about their meeting, targets and workloads,

But still I’m just a struggling writer…

Love story which you mayn’t like

I

Sometime I could remember my beautiful days with her,

When we were in love…

I remember the day when I had proposed her,

I still remembered our first kiss,

first touch of her lips,

and smell of her hair…

I was waiting for her outside of her street,

to go to park and eat ice-cream.

We searched a place where we wouldn’t be notice,

Where we could kiss each other and do some romance,

Without caught by anyone’s eyes….

II

Her parents weren’t accepting our relation,

So she broke up with me without any discussion,

My few days of passed with tear and pain,

Few days passed with depression stage,

Most painful days was the day of her marriage,

And when I watched her photos with her husband,

She called me few days before marriage,

And invited me as a friend…

I told formally that I would come definitely,

To end the conversation between us …

I don’t know actually she had ever loved me or not,

May be I was just a doll for her,

To whom she threw out from life after playing a lot,

after feeling bore,

But the problem is still I loved her,

still I love her…