The moon is now bright and full
showering silver romance,
to the leaves of tree so dull.

A cricket humming his chants
deep in meditation behind
the dark unknown shrub's branch.

Somewhere in a nest, a hatchling can't sleep
letting out feeble hunger cries
her mother did not fetch enough to feed.

While on my walk, I see those eyes
hiding behind a trunk, peeping
I assure it safety, I know may be lying

Night is the time for them to be,
struggling to enjoy independence and security
this unending night leading them to the unknown
what will remain I wonder at the crack of dawn.

I sit by the lake,
                                 on the lush green grass,
gently try to break
                                  my inner thoughts,
and silently assimilate
                                 chirping of birds,
rhythmic swaying of trees
                                 by the sweet breeze,
stare at the white cotton clouds
                                 spread on the chimerical blue
and try to soak the pure dew
                    till the morning remains new.

Again, its you on my mind,
brought to my face, a sweet smile
Come, let me embrace you warmly
give you my love of all kind.

The sky is red,
birds returning to their home
while I look dreaded,
I don't want to be alone.

The sun does burn me through the day,
but it heals my soul in the end.
I will love you forever, come what may.
Test me, whichever way you want,
as you can't stop my ascend.

In the day, the sea waves me goodbye,
but it returns with a gentle touch.
Come, let me embrace you warmly
at dusk, on the beach, here I lie.

If necessity is the mother of invention
then killing time is the mother of **discovery

Feeling like our love
has started
all over again
from the bike ride
to the serene sea side
from locked fingers
to the lonely road
exploring places
watching the nature unfold.
Romance in the eyes
yearning to go insane
in your arms, into you
through your wet lips,
our hearts beating
in deep confluence
drenched in the rain
in this blissful silence

The stars though far apart in the sky
wink, talk to each other
such display of friendship above,
makes me shy.

Introduced by a friend,
brought together by destiny
at the instance we knew
we wouldn't want this to end.

Be it poor, be it witty
you crack jokes with so much variety
sharp brows, beaming eyes
you are a charming girl
with words so wise.

Up in the morning, we seven
treaded along the woods, in search of heaven
Ah ! so beautiful, in the nature's lap
trees, birds, the lake and us
reading each other like a fluent rap.

Things started making sense
knowing and telling each other
revealing our striking resemblance
despite words not being spoken,
so pleased we were, delightedly shaken.

Again at that friend's wedding,
we huddled, danced, got alive and kicking
watching you make people laugh till the end
so proud I am, to have such a gem of a friend

Awesomeness is stepping to the next year now
alas ! I have to finish this somehow
cherishing our moments in each way,
though being so far away,
my sweet friend, you truly made my day.

*wishing you a very very happy birthday

The rock that once balanced on the mountain
has now tumbled down and blocked the only pass,
the valley remains cut-off, unable to sustain
even prayers could not move the big stubborn mass.

When great minds converge, they carry burden of hopes,
when creativity has to come out of neccessity,
esoteric ideas amalgamate with ladders and ropes.

Sheer force was unable to move the heavy bull
the ram was dropped and chisel was chosen,
it was time to think whether destruction can be beautiful

That which cannot be moved, can be carved to perfection
suited to your need, can bloom with painstaking nurture.
The valley now has become a source of attraction
with a tall structure on pass, called a gateway to the future.

The dust once settled,
needs to be shaken again,
which was trapped and bottled,
has to fly out to douse the flame

A long time passed, few friends I have earned
in this work of black and white, few shades I have burned

I lost my pace in the layout of this maze
got knocked out, now just the sky I can gaze

I am no stone, but I know to roll
I can play more, but I choose to fold

I have new horizons to reach
the rocky roads are always there to teach.
The dust wont deter me now with pain,
for I know, I will rise up again.

I choose to walk on this arid rocky road
I sometimes forget where I belong,
in this haziness of unsettled dust
my heart filled with fear all along

Just round the corner I felt
someone somewhere called me,
I realized the turns I had not dealt
have now become an unavoidable trap.

No, I never feared the uphill
life is a struggle, with honesty by your side,
but sometimes things go against your will
mountains crumble and you don't know how to slide.

I believe that day has come near
when a strange smoke will engulf me
and images will start to become clear
and I will know I have reached the end.

No work today, I got up late
have every reason to procrastinate,
Gosh ! am so hungry, got to eat something now
Food, my true platonic love here I come...

give me the warmth of an egg
give me the crunch of a toast
give me those crisp fish fingers
give me the yummy chicken roast


Yes, I do have a lot to finish
not work, I meant this stuff on my plate
so much time to sit and relish
food is such a religion, no one can ever hate.

In search of the diamond in the mine,

don't dig yourself up so much

and become hollow, that

you end up filling it with tears and wine.

I get up to see a sky so bright
not the sun or its serene blue
from the horizon to the zenith
filled up by numerous kites

vibrant, shades of all colors,
some soaring high, some calm and still
all shapes and sizes flying with vigor
breathing the purity, going as per their will

Though so bright, they don't cast a reflection
spreading happiness in peace, they do not preach
while I just gaze in sheer amazement
is everything up above, out of my reach ?

With the string attached, it gets pulled back
its actions controlled by this invisible imagination
I want to cut the string and set the bird free,
and wonder, will that dim the sky's illumination ?

All the damages done
which are  huge in magnitude,
constant repairs need to be run
by efforts taken with right attitude

The impact an event has on us
takes time to settle the dust
Like after being run over by a bus
months of treatment becomes a must

It takes a day to plough the field
for a healthy plant to sow a seed.
Plenty of water for a fulfilling yield
and a season of patience brings what you need.

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When I was small, for me
     you always stood tall
taught me to look for shadows
     on the dead leaves of fall.

In the illusive bends of the road
     you were always my constant landmark
when misguided by night's cold breeze
     your light guided me in the dark

Now, taller buildings surround the place
   the columns support just a perishable lie
but you remain my perpetual pillar throughout
     holding up my life under this vast clouded sky.

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Sometimes balancing on a rope
            is easier than being alive

Even when the sun rises from east and sets in west daily
                       for a narrow minded brat,
                         the world is always flat.

People come here and they eat,
satiating their tongue
to me, it seems like a never ending repeat
of an eluding trance song

I do not complain
for every time he wipes me clean
soaking my tears, healing my pain
leaving behind some ornamental scars

There are others also, like me
of different shapes and size
in apparent harmony with no common goal
we just pick up the chatter and claim to be wise.

The lamps glow, in the dark a vibrant rainbow
for an evening, light up my mundane life
the soft wind, makes the chime cling
ostentatious beauty, made for some heart to zing.

Even when the breeze dries, be happy, eat and drink
to connect to your heart I will always be here
the lonely candle will again light up,
and you shall find your much needed cheer.

There are five types of people
you can find in a market.
Some are there to buy, simple
some never find anything correct
some want to just hop around
from this shop to that shop
some are there just to meet friends
nothing to do what all fashion trends
hanging out, chilling at a wrong place
like on this planet, the whole of human race

I am here, just to admire, the beauty
expressed by these clothes, flesh and diversity
someone's curves, something's color
smile of a sweet girl, captivating like no other
the fit of her fancy dress, the way she walks
her bare legs moving to this catchy tune
like on a sunlit dessert, golden rays
silhouetted on the sand dune.
They say not to look at girls in that way
why do they dress and make up
if no one is there to appreciate it, I say
please do not mistake me for a ***** pervert nuisance
as I am here just to be happy, in utter silence
for its a market, and not a field of violence.

I had a dream
on the road, I saw people scream
there was a little boy
sitting by the side, I saw him cry.

While everyone around was insane
like a good citizen, first I asked him his name
" I am Praful, take me to my mother"
with no idea whatsoever, I took the boy and set out for the quest

I felt I am in the matrix movie
dodging fire,stones and flying bottles, no better than a rookie
for me this was a new part of the town
and I had no idea where to go around

Relying on this boy for navigation
like he had any clue, my stupid imagination
I kept looking for a police van
but in vain, saw only angry howling men

suddenly, we heard a shriek
"Praful !! where have you been ?? "
that was the mother, and instantly the boy ran to her
and I thought its end of this bother.


holding the boy she came towards me with fury
"you rascal, trying to kidnap my son? "
the boy didn't try to explain
to him, in a moment, I became a strange someone

Helpless in this situation I ran,
again, for the police van
luckily, I found an officer
"Sir ! take me home, i don't know these roads"
"Son ! sit in my car, while I tackle these jumping, screaming toads!"
I ducked at the rear seat tensed
for I could see the mother looking for revenge

I got up, sat on the bed, what a nightmare I had
asked God, " I was just trying to help, was that bad?"

Men engaged in a five day battle
you better hold on to your saddle.

armoured knights running a runs race
archers shooting ***** for them to face

Dressed in white but no messengers of peace
these are 22 warriors, not from Rome or Greece

The ground remains green, but the pitch burns
in the fight for the prestigious ashes urn

Why does it break
when it's not meant to.
Why does for love's sake
my heart always dares to
come close to touch you

One day if can I shall speak
what my eyes wanted to tell.
Do not take me to be weak
for you cannot see
*the fire burning within me

I don't want to be the big banyan tree
majestically standing tall in the field
jealous men scratching it all day, I can see
stealing it's shadows and breaking the branches
still it offers home to all these lonely birds
in all this brutality, how tolerant it can be !

                         I am not worthy of all this empathy

I choose to be a small ****, instead
hiding in the beauty of so many like me
and making this barren land, bucolic green
I am happy with a butterfly, hugging me once a while
for after a short life, I will either satisfy a cow's appetite
or be stamped to death by the ignorant juvenile
                              
                 Wishing­ for happiness, but being stealthy
                      *I am not worthy of all this empathy

Up and down the road again,
following the twists and turns
in hope to achieve and gain
I ride on though my eyes burn

My hopes painted inside my mind
where in loops past and future runs
behind the clouds my star shines
I look through it though my eyes burn

I had held too many I could pocket,
now tell less tales, became a taciturn,
hanged those round my neck in a small locket,
I keep quite though my eyes burn

The storm has done damages enough
from the winds and waves I learned
even small ships can deal with the rough
I clean the deck *though my eyes burn

You thrive in my heart and mind
as waves of life, go up and down
no amount of gold in a chest
needed to strengthen our bond by any kind

As kids, each day had eventful moments
things we had fun with
streaks of silly happiness, added to life
all flavors of spices and condiments

Pulling each other's legs, on stupidity
fighting, and racing on our cycles
betting on idiotic facts and ideas
but supporting each other , in life's turbidity

We went our ways ahead
molded ourselves in different worlds
though separated by miles, we were just a call away
hearing your voice, a simple reason to smile

In those times, when things look so bleak
clouds of trouble and confusion covers us
not knowing where to strike, which door to knock
you were there for me, not letting me feel weak

The joy of success
the urge to share, was
always with  you
far, yet so near

They say with time,
people change, but I know
you will value me
our friendship, much more than any dime

When this journey will end
at the beach, watching the sun set
silently, melting these life's memories
I will be glad, that I had you all along
as my precious **friend

I do dive into the blue sometimes
I flow with the current and
sometimes I drift with the tide.
I know, swimming at the surface
you will be there with me by my side

These ups and downs will take me nowhere,
one day I fear when the waves will die
I will finally reach the shore
I know, on that last ride
you will be there with me by my side

My dreams, some did materialize
some got washed away like that sand castle
but even when I have no where to hide,
I know, with me at the beach
you will be there with me by my side

On this tiny boat, we have set our sail
we, together will merge in to the sea
through these river bends narrow and wide,
I know, rowing with me
*you will be there with me by my side

Why can't we just dance in the rain
and let the sun **** our tears

Why can't we have the strength to bear the pain
and let life save the happiness for us later

Why can't we, among this atrocity, be sane
and let our mind engage in love and compassion

Why can't we live our lives driving in the happy lane
and let each moment make a world of its own

Why can't we just sit, staring at the smoked window pane
and let our dreams light up the lamp of hope and joy.

Why can't we stop whining,
for our efforts will never go in vain,
in this blue sky we are always shining
spreading happiness for others to gain.