Sword and pen

Whether pen is mightier or the sword?
All depends if it's a courtroom or the field of war.
If one hand holds sword and the other a pen;
the first needs strong arms and the other brain.

Yet the sword has no power to cut the words,
but the created words can down the sword.
Words have power to make the sword swing,
but sword can never cause the words sing.

Words can create swords but sword can't the words.
Sword can only shed, pen can also boil the bloods.

The pen can sprinkle over, the flowers of words. 

Pen has the power to heal, the wounds of hearts.

The pen can do the things, the sword cannot.

I say the pen mightier and not the sword.

 

Empty or full

You may say Humpty is half without Dumpty,
but a glass is filled with air, even looks half empty.
Whoever looks across, from bottom or from the top;
can't judge the glass, whether full or half.

The countrymen miss the wide roads,
tall buildings, amusement parks and many more.
There are birds, plants, animals, farms or butterflies;
where filler of their emptiness of this passion, lies.

Part of life may look empty, though it is filled.
Thoughts, ideas, worries, woes, joy might be reeled.
Activities are filled in one's day, for bread, butter, cream.
But can't say nights empty, full of sleeps and dreams.

I prefer to have my glass, always half empty;
who knows, may fall to fill, better one, something.

Without sex

Sex can be denied by,  Acharya Rajnish who got finished.
Sex can be denied by, Asha Ram who was punished.
Sex can be denied by, who has got erectile dysfunction.
Sex can be denied by, who is mentally lost in depression.

Every one else, needs sex, without fear of the aids.
Every creature of the world, as gets chance, mates .
Even a king or queen succumbs for the sexual need.
Sex is the nature's command, that leads to breed.

Art of criticism

Beneath a candle, I always see the darkness.
Don't have any solution, how to bring brightness.
I lay it horizontal , the darkness goes to the side.
Trying to get it inverted, takes whole of the light.

Lately realized, it could be the Sun or a fire ball;
That would throw the light in the directions of all. 
Yet to find the darkness, I have not lost the spirit.
I can always discover the ashes, in the inert of it.

I can talk, about the bright zone of ninety nine parts.
But, I prefer to throw light on one that is yet in dark.

Patrick's day feast

Leo would go hungry, one day at-least,
to have next day, the Patty's day feast.
With his saved dollar
he bought green attire.
Reached to church, right in front of priest.

Leo was sent back, to come in the queue.
'Eat and drink, whatever is choice of you.'
He was very desperate,
wished to eat immediate.
Threatened, if not got soon, he would sue.

woodchuck

To take away the dust, Tom would place a truck;
How much wood, the woodchuck would chuck.
He would take for sure,
and make its manure.
But can't decide, how the chuck he would suck?

One of the woodchucks, thought it his luck.
Got a chance to climb into the placed truck.
Reached to dump yard,
though got the soil soft,
but had to spend rest of his life in the muck.