I'm not doing any good for mankind is a deep concern for me, thinking over the future of my own children

I hear tears
             Cry
Like and old leaf
              On the ground

They are snow
          And they live and die in silence

I get relief in the house of God
Or in your arms!

If
You can't
Make your mind free of miseries

You have done nothing special on earth

Write A
And you would understand
Loneliness has nothing to do for a long time....

Winning
A heart
Is harder than getting a medal;
Actually heart isn't won
It is filled with feelings
That he feels belongs to him

I'm child, young or old
Doesn't matter much to me

It's my age
is enough for me to enjoy it.

Every day
Is beautiful

Don't mistake them for red chillies
For you have to take them

And you know they are inevitable

Christmas is not a day
It's the joys
Blowing out of every tree

It's not in our hands
To change the direction of the clock
But it is in our control
Not to go against its movement

Adverse circumstances
Are the chilly wind;
It will blow
If it has to do.

Put on your coat and walk
Like a composed man

Your sin will remain sin

      It's your regret that counts

The moon is crescent
Not its beauty; God's gallery
Is astonishing....

The crow knows the beauty of a dove,
Still it sings beauty of its own song....

A noble deed
Can bloom anywhere
Be it on the hill,
Amid rocks,
In mucky land
Or between stones.

It has its own distinct beauty
And receives love from the heaven
And mortal eyes.

The city spreads out
Smog and this fine umbrella
Keeps burning fire off.

The most precious
and stupendous thing
that is left
after the annihilation by natural disasters
is the greatest efforts by humans.

Between four soldiers
Flag stands safe; the mughals
Too, protects India.

What a flower speaks
             Let your tongue utter that

The language of nature is love

Fog wins over the sun
Not through force but majority

In December none
Is so crystal as the moon
When fog is in bed.

Litter swims freely
Men cower and dare to dive
Mute is the Ganga

Zap away
The the heat
from your tongue.

The soul
Feels its pinch
Though it goes unheeded.

Snowy parapret
Sunset sits and moves away
I cup to hold dribs

The way the moon makes
Its friends is matchless on earth;
Pearl inspiration.

Full moon at window;
My parrot goes out quickly
To welcome the day........

From silver boughs
Snow slipped on my lips

It tasted Christmas

I made it my hangout.

Lust? No issue. Go
For it but with I-would-
Chip-in-bury-hate.

You can make my sketch,
Someone can tell my story
In a thrilling way,
I might receive thousands of
Praises and sympathies,

But my dream only I know
And only I hear the voice of my heart

Never grow oversmart
When your voice is to be heard,
Your request is to be respected,
And you expect a burst of excitement
At the fulfilment of your wish.

Simplicity is the dress of the humble,
And the humble is highly honored.

What should I indite
          For their valorousness?
Words can't cite
        How they fight in duskiness.

Death growls and roars;
           Out of barracks they flow
And forget their shores
           And the beautiful bride's glow.

The children's voice is heard
           When the bullets pierce them;
Like mountaineers in a herd
          They march on, untiring, lame.

They don't stop until it's fate
         Some flowers on their caskets
And profound salute they get
       And their empty names in prints

New Year
Isn't
        the discovery of a new land
Lavish with peace and happiness

It's just a next moment
A step on the same road

Trust the words, not the person
For he is prone to oscillation.

There
Are thousands of ways
To feel better
In touch difficult times

But we fail
To explore the easiest one
That is:

Keep doing finer
Correcting the blunders.

Love here
Love there

All are happy everywhere

It's not the snow waiting for winter
to get an invitation to visit the world

Nor the rain walking on the back of clouds
To shower and help everyone

Love the air
Blowing, blowing, blowing.

Love is nectar
That is spooned away
By the softest lips,
Still it is there
For other butterflies.
Love is the sea,
Always bubbling.

You
Need to love love
For you need it
To lead a happy life

You hold me,
Hug me,
Carry my hands to cafes.

Is it enough
To believe you truly love me?

When you compare persons
You lose your value.

While changing
the clothes
We forget
to rub the dust
Gathered on them
throughout the day.

Metaphor
is on the bottom
of the spring.

Mistakes are unskilled techniques
To find out the best

The wide bed of snow,
On it the moon rests soundly;
I crave for but can't....

Behind the green-net
It slids on water like a kid
With no fear- falling.

Even dark sides have
Bright light, serving to our needs;
Negative helpful.

New Year is to make up for our mistakes