I lost my pen yesterday,
It was a blue inked one,
Had a famous tip of unending wisdom,
Had a cap of small intellect,
Hoped to have a well built fluidity in the vein.
But, it is lost.
I need a pen.
But won't get the same again.
I lost my pen forever.

Human condition

Think about the necessity of human condition,
That needs recognition at heart,
That recognizes untold stories of loaded emotions,
That wonders about the mysteries of world,
That drives toward action ,
That can bring everything to an unseen success by genius,
That always be born at foundation,
That can't live without idea of work,
And that never live in a dead condition.
All re-occur in a natural rhythm;
To be written and to be thought
Like the unfinished journey of Titanic.

Recommendations

While I write,
When I read,
Wanderer asked me:
" What are you up to?;
Can I recommend you,
To negotiate the need of the poor?,
To unravel the soul of the friend?,
OK. Take a break from this lull-bull bodied boredom.
Get ready for the whispering truth to get clearer,
By the time you reach my recommendation;
Without knowing the overflow,
By unlearning the ideas."