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Showing posts with label poetry of life . Ayar Adsa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry of life . Ayar Adsa. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

You Have to accepting it




 Whenever non or do not be
 Wrong then and far
 You have to be that out for
 Although cut heart  and step thrown far


 From strong desire, you have to can
 Forgiving in perforced and or do not
 Altogether, is road
 Altogether is door

 Non at your step destiny  is you lean.
 But by accepting at to is candid
 Accepting to give kindliness
 Last of step bring us at a supremacy


 Ayar Adsa
 10 October 2011


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Just let it



 And you do not meet, which have ended by time
 Searching even also Useless  
 Only add desire of  past
 What so respect but all castaway in falseness calculation


 All is burden which now marrow in heart
 Whenever becoming memory only dream which do not respect
 But altogether marrow in memory, past flash which
 Float the above head then touch jumpy heart

Useless, only pursue something without meaning
 What you earn, only marking doubt of  past
 extinct darkly, then making it become is bold
 Moment you is pain, and let all without end


 Though altogether have ended, when all castaway
 During which you go through and leave
 Each dismay
 And handcuffed by heart, at  love destiny

 Ayar Adsa
 10 October 2011



Sunday, October 9, 2011

Until when



 And time limit you in your road step
 Don't know until when, you have to stay
 Then run at your road
 Keep quiet or do not , all elapsing without your desire

 And until or do not, all in once at your
 Time is brief length road
 If you only hope  at just  a desire
 And your road, will far its  his

 Don't know until when ?
 time will not look away
 And return direction. Altogether  is on road which you go through is
 Devious, precipitous all  embraces during in time
 And don't know until when


 Ayar Adsa
 8 October 2011

Friday, October 7, 2011

All is wrong of you



 If you are is wrong,
 that is wrong of you, is not me
 Because cause is effect
 And wrong is not true


 Altogether is you
 You who start with happy story
 Then why becoming is sorrowful .
I weep but you do not
 That all is wrong of you


Why this weep befall me, I’m  is not ordinary weep
 This and that, and altogether, is because you
 Strarting of it with last laugh  of  tear dropp
 That is wrong  of you, why you let that
 And I always wish is happy
 Except that that is, wrong  of you

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Have ought to



 With time elapsing so far,
 A lot you have earn?
 Like time which walk to retreat rear
 Fetching up all standing at  wrong one way

 And [at] other direction,
 Altogether wish to go to there
 And step, with full strength
 Going to [at its place, a matter which do not easy to

 And have we ought to,
 see at Step, direction
 and road; passed by and walk
 Wind elapsing always bring just message to whom

 And you will feeling it
 Designating life, and anywhere step
 Be really its direction and wind have brought you
 At a sign, where step ought to one
 At  and desire decision of heart


 Ayar Adsa
 6 October 2011

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Walk



 And night even also. Elapse in your day-dream
 bleak Past shadow
 Unfolding long road
 Step which do not easy to


 Walk even also have to slow.
 And you possible runing after it
 Because dark is night owner
 But you do not have to await noon


 Because time unfolding length
 Almost used upin counting night
 And you have to continue to walk
 Without awaiting noon
 And come up with its time


 Ayar Adsa
 6 October 2011

Let



 Let all elapsing in memory
 on file in it
 all is worn out desire by time
 And you unlikely will strarting it return

 so far it him step elapsing
 In life your.
 Forget with new step
 Because your life road, writing down a memory


 Your step ought to fixed at a target
 Where covering ground wait you
 Categorically, and a waiting
 Let, and start with new step
 Without past memory burden

 Ayar Adsa
 5 October 2011

With morning



 This morning and like other morning
 We always start with same thing
 Designating new day
 And we can feel ruthless of morning

 Our strarting it by each us
 Become a long routine
 Become early day
 Like early a life started is

 Last, like a lot are is uncared
 There is oblivious in it
 Don't know about people or  around us
 All strarting, by alone him

 Ayar Adsa
 5 October 2011