dpbian_art

Woah world! People come here and go, Moving like a pendulum to and fro. Shakespeare defines it as a live performance on stage, Dying hard to have more grade to increase their wage. But I think it's like a jail, We are waiting here eagerly to get bail. God sent us here because of our deeds, To improve is the task by telling beads. He keeps on sending good people and sages, Like a jailer he is for ages. Improved ones are moved out to heaven, Others are givens another chance to get themselves trodden. Vile ones are taken to hell, Like a hardcore criminal in a special cell. This process of improvement will go on, And then it will come a day of real dawn. Dawn of knowledge to each and every soul, Dusk of beings who have many foul. -dpbian Artist: u/Daniiwolf on Reddit

"Some day....." I wrote like this to her, We were not good but friends of each other, That's what she perhaps thought,  But for me it was definitely not.  She didn't knew I was in love with her, I don't know whether it was her soul or body, Because for me it was still shady.  Well whatever it may be I was attracted, To a girl who borrowed her skin from moon, Her eyes from stars and smile from a table spoon. Her heart is clear as Ganges in Gangotri And her mind is sharp like the top of an X-mas tree. Ah! Her hair, sign of extreme beauty, Not quite long but black and silky. Melody of a sitar and pitch of a flute, Both come together and made her voice cute.  I'm not born to see god so let it be her, I would love to spend all our life together. Never got a chance to spend time neither to talk,  Oh yeah! I was absolutely not supported by my clock.  Or I had many but never pulled up 'Cause I thought I'll get t...