I came to know more about myself.
Even I do dislike things to the extent of hating them.
Yes I hate thieves who steal either materialistic things or immaterial stuff.
Firstly I hate thieves of music,
Then I hate thieves of identity,
Thirdly I hate thieves of poetry,
Of course I hate thieves of art,
Lastly I hate thieves of all kind.

Now there's a duo of music thieves in the Indian subcontinent.
One steals music and the other sings the songs on stolen music.
The singer rose to fame by stealing few wonderful songs from a music band's first album.
I hate them both.
I dislike such people who listen to them and I can't be with them.
Call me crazy, but that's me.

As a student you hold a pen,
Just so very often.
Hold it carefully and take its care,
For it can get broken.
Threading all the letters beautifully,
Cursive you write so neat.

We complement each other,
That too so well.
You need polishing just a bit more,
I need a lot of it.
Earlier my handwriting used to be worse,
But now it has improved as you have come.

Come and write your name,
Not on paper but on my arm.
Come now and come closer to me,
This feels like a dream materialized.
Now that Both have chosen The Best,
I am just glad that we chose each other.

I look at your handwriting,
It means the world to me dear.
When your heart is so beautiful,
Your handwriting is also gorgeous.
Yeah you saw my handwriting,
It is not like your elegant one.
So I am content that our children'll have beautiful handwritings.

Your handwriting tells me that you're innocent,
It also showcases a beautiful heart which I love.
Capitalize on your boon of good handwriting,
Success beckons you and now you just need to study sincerely.

Me.
I am much privileged in my own life.
I am the only born child of my parents.
I am loved by my parents and by my lover.
I am adored by my lover who feels truly for me.

Parents.
Their dear love is one among some of my privileges.
They could provide me with a lavish brought-up.
They now tolerate my being in love with her.
They know deep inside that she's the one.

Her.
She is the best gift in this moorland life of mine.
She got my mind's inner eye transfixed at herself.
She is a cute person who loves me as if she is loony.
She makes my life so beautiful and so is her beauty.
She definitely is a privilege to me but doesn't get it.
She surely puts up a surly face to my being busy.
She playfully ignores this fact and pulls my leg.

Together.
All of the entities are equally indispensable in my life.
All in the ascending order of priority I have told about.
All but yes, she often teases me with her cutest tantrums.
All of it I will never mind any of these mood swings of her.

Because.
My parents also bore mine when I was a kid.
My demands were all met just about anyhow.
My responsibility will grow after we get married.
My children-our children will also have their needs.

Don’t be irritated like this, my queen,
My life will be threatened,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this...
My life will be threatened,
How would I then be treating this distance,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this, my queen...
If you would not be holding my hand,
Then this restless heart would not be treated,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this...
If these slivers had not been on your cheeks,
These blackish snakes had not slept among flowers,
This dark night caused by them would not hug the day,
Then this bud of love would not have blossomed,
Oh don’t be irritated like this...
Now smile and say that you’re not angry,
Come swing in my eyes & fit in my heart,
Come even closer and take your place on my eyelids,
We are one soul & two bodies, we are no different,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this, my queen,
My life will be threatened,
My life will be threatened,
If I had no cover, how could I come close,

As I move on the streets of Mangalore city on the west seafront,
It is an afternoon and the sun is starkly overhead,
Burning, roasting in the hot-dry sky of May.

While en route the beach I passed from a really silent street,
Then I pass from the side of the Rosario Cathedral,
The only person I notice was a young vendor.

The vendor is a little girl who looked determined to empty her stock,
I peered into her basket and was pleased to see in it,
Even today I believe she sits there by the street.

Sitting in the rain or in the harsh, merciless sun she prays to the God,
Just back to her the church apparently has some priority line to Him,
She bribes Him a beautiful sea shell or two if He sends some buyers...

Though I do not need any sea shells, but I still go and spare a look,
I choose a pair of green sea shells and pay her for it,
Because she sells the sea shells by the street side.

Where's that girl,
Sweetheart of mine,
Young poetess of Amritsar,
The very same who trusts me,
Yes she loves me for lifelong,
She won't ever forget my love,
I won't forget that to her I belong,
She won't forget it either, or will she?
She won't ever forget, that I am hers,
I won't myself or let her let it slip,
She panics about future a lot,
Yes night-out will be rainy,
This night won't be alone,
Youthfully we will share it,
So close it seems I say,
Was it yesterday?

She will ask me when,
I'll tell her with a smile,
'Back at that time when you were doubtful,'
I'll just be hugging her,
She will blush purple.

In that virtual world of my dreams,
You feel like the solemn reality,
The only dream which came to life,
You are that sweet girl of mine,
In my heart I do not know where,
I don't know when but it's fine,
'Coz I know in the end we'll meet.

If that virtual world of my dreams,
Ever comes to life in full bloom,
Then we'll both enjoy during days,
And during all those nights too,
Which otherwise would go lonely,
I would sure be blessed by you,
Yes you are the Angel who loves me.

I have not been bitten by a mad dog,
Instead I've only been smitten by the love bug.

I do not feel uncontrolled addiction,
Instead I've only been feeling love for her pure & divine.

I can not make her understand it right now,
Instead I've only been trying to make her understand love.

Things will have to clear up as the plain sky of May,
But it will take time is all what I can presently manage to say.

Oh my angry youthful lover,
This is a poem to pacify you.

You are angry since forever,
I feel so lonely without you.

Please forgive my ignorance,
I'm going to take care of you.

Don't be angry, drink water,
I learnt a lesson, you're right.

You are truly like me inside,
As possessive and as caring.

My Dear Lover
In this communication
I tell that I feel the power so
I seek to improve our connection
This connection between our hearts
We must never forget each other
Whatever be our life's weather

My Dear Lover
Hold on tight to myself
Hug me just even tighter so
Higher into the quasi-living state
With your companion & that is me
Take you with me to the heavens
Turning to me in full glamour

My Dear Lover
We'll feel what's love
What it feels like to kiss
What does it feel like to miss
Lustful lovely curves and shapes
Treating my loneliness finally
This happiness feels divine.

Ah…
Even the moon shies away from your charms,
Your face is the most marvellous…

Ah I swear by these eyes full of love…
Ah I swear by these eyes full of love,
What’s a man, even angels will get tempted,
Your face is the most marvellous…
You have fragranced the garden of my life,
Your face is the most marvellous…

If you smile then the spring is here…
If you smile then the spring is here,
Flowers blossomed wherever you let your shadow fall,
Flowers blossomed wherever you let your shadow fall…
You've fragranced the garden of my life,
What’s a man, even angels will get tempted…

Baby hear what the wind says,
It carries my light voiced words,
Listen to it a bit carefully baby.

Listen to really simple words,
It's more than just lovely words,
Baby trust my loving promise.

When you come to me, lover,
Come swinging your waistline,
You're coming to me, smiling.

You shared all your warmth,
Come now ******* tastebuds,
When I call you in my arms.

Then as you fall in my arms,
I envelope you in my embrace,
We will sleep while hugging.

We cling to each other tight,
I hold your sides and pull you,
Then smile as we are asleep.

You are my ice cream cone,
My ice-cream melts in your arms,
Get lost in *our mutual love.

We both are passengers,
Aboard the Ship of Love.

It helps us pass through,
Both crests and troughs.

The waves are so harsh,
Risk running aground.

So we would just grasp,
Grasp each other's hand.

For dear life we may care,
Could we ever be separated.

Loving you is not a child's play,
Patiently waiting is your lover.

Never doubting our faithfulness,
Kraken of confusion scare us not.

Doubling the sweetness in love,
Expecting dreams to come true.

Zestful we must carry forward,
Years to follow up in our lives.

Keep away only till we meet,
Halting not before marriage.

Under construction this stays,
Healthy bridge is being built.

Xeroxing each strong pillar,
Volunteer for own relation.

Jerking away each problem,
Most of them will be solved.

Opportunity that knocked,
Queenly way we treated it.

Blessed will be the day,
No clouds will be gray,
Month will be hot as May,
Incantations the priest will say,
We will 7 times go 'round the flame,
Thence we wouldn't be in any fray,
All coming to our life will be love.

No - no, I am not a vampire-bat,
But still I stay awake in the night,
Gazing the ceiling's glowing clock,
Forecasting our conjoined destinies,
Either we meet sweet success in love,
Or we are posed with strict resistance,
All our possibilities are weighed by me.

A man and a woman come across,
If the man displays his ability.......

Start the ideal circle of human life,
If woman takes interest in him......

They both woo & ****** each other,
If succeed they make happy love.....

That woman after getting pregnant,
Rolls back into herself till delivery....

Whenever a baby is born anywhere,
It grows up groomed by its parents...

As a baby it is so helpless on its own,
It generally makes a noise for itself..

Then the human becomes a little kid,
Innocence filled face looks so divine.

A teenager sprouts non-visible wings,
The human realizes that it's special..

Teenaged souls fly across all lines,
Disregarding any type of border...

Entangling cobwebs of this world,
Try to limit all the human souls....

Disentanglement is a taxing job,
Not all teenagers grow freely.....

They step into adulthood,
And often so maturely......

They just succeed in love,
Start circle yet again.......

She knows not that
She does not just entice
With her intoxicating eyes
But she also gets me hooked
Again & again, again & again
The whiskey in her eyes
Makes me trip over.
And I drown down her eyes.

I pay tribute to a modern Wordsworth.
He is a romantic person I talk about.
A physics professor he is a gem.
I know a poet, you know.
Those are really worth.
These words he says.
Pradip Chattopadhyay.
All here know this name.
Undoubtedly a romantic poet.
All his poems are really worthwhile.
I say so because they convey best things.

Madame, I often tell you the Mantra to success in love.
What I ask of you is only patience in life my lover.
Patience can do you great favours of various flavours.

One more year of calm determination is what we need.
Each of your duties is what you require to pay heed.
I promise that time will give sweetest fruits of this seed.

Life is like a grapevine you will observe along the years.
It gets even better as you nurture it with good habits.
Do not hurry or worry as life would teach you in tidbits.

Here I am happily satisfied with my love ultimately.
Neither I have chosen you, nor you have chosen me.
Destiny brought our hearts this close.
Thank you for accepting my proposal.
I do not roam this land as a nomad lion.
But unlike you, I am not awestruck by it.
I will say many, so many more love poems.
To you all of my poems will be dedicated.
Cackles will fill our household one day.
It may often be seen as love in nature.
Love's the most beautiful nature trait.
We can never be done apart as long as we breathe.
Twinkling in the sky we will talk even after we die.

Saying your beautiful name instils positive energy.
I am imagining our future being united in a home.

Our home is not just walls & furniture.

You will see, madam, you will observe.

I feel being transformed into the
Guardian Angel that protects you
From nightmares and evil spirits
That never-ever dare venturing out
Into the bright of day for they burn

They vanish from my splendour
I'm an Angelic Guardian indeed
Whose name on your cute mind
Would pour over them as hot lava
Emanating from that holy volcano

The nightmares would all cease
Get very pleasant sweet dreams
When you will not fear the dark
Yes you won't feel lost or defeated
You won't lose one more dear tear

Keep me as a memory of yours
I'll be your companion forever
Type of time would not matter
Be it a happy woken up day time
Be it some unwanted nightmare

Hold on to my arm then and
In the happier times I would
****** your cheeks lovingly
See my hand reaching your chin
Tickle you hard to see you laugh

You will laugh heartily then
Laugh at all of your sorrows
Laugh at all your nightmares
Your nightmares will get so tired
Desperately digging in your fears

Such a sleep will surely come
You'll stop getting nightmares
Start getting sweeter dreams
Not to worry we surely be loved
By each other if not by the world

My readers and poetic followers like me,
Even I like and read them thoroughly,
But who introduced poetry to me??
It was none other than you - my love,
Also I write all the pieces of mine for you.

All poetry gets inspired by your innocence,
Loving me is of course your benevolence,
Can I be better cared for by anyone??
I feel so lovingly loved by you - my love,
You are the fulcrum of this life force of me.

Turbocharged by our love are these poems for eternity,
Zooming awn & awn into tomorrow with wings of hope,
Unfazed by their ****** taunts is my decent & romantic poetry,
Emotions flail along faster lanes fanned from fulcrum of love,
Loving you is the most divine mission of my life.

Allow yourself my darling,
To take my hand gleefully,
As we dance while skating,
Watch each other lovingly,
Immersed in love we gaze,
Never forgetting to breathe,
Skates piercing through ice,
Oh the heart shaped carving,
It becomes more pronounced,
And we know it will fade away.

But this love we'll feel together,
Always, forever & forevermore,
You just long for my embrace,
Trust me dear because so do I,
I am you & even you are me,
Staying rigidly in each other,
Because it is but of course we,
Both these worlds are warned,
We are not going to stay apart,
We break all the societal walls.

What could my heart do,
When I just fell for you,
With all the love I had.

Our union was long written,
My mind refuses to wake up,
Your voice put me in a trance.

Time put you in my destiny,
Unlucky no more I feel dear,
None is any luckier than me.

Romance is inborn they say,
I disagree with these claims,
We learn the romantic way.

Conquering the world with fear & terror,
Were their techniques & tactics any good?

If they were genuinely powerful indeed,
Would they not show their might in persuasion?

Instilling a fear of death they would not have put efforts,
Did they not know that death is a bitter but compulsory truth of life?

And today the world is largely unaffected by violence,
Efforts are on to defeat death by peaceful means that involve Ethos & Pathos.

Let me be the Angel
Who bears that pain for you
I am present in your memory
And my thoughts distract you

You will forget the pain
For that lose yourself in me
Always be ready for that detail
Which you find in a stingy bee

I shall as always tell that all is well
Entice you with my newer poems
Just lie back carefree in your bed
Feel me by the side stroking you to sleep.

Sol o Sol!
Come be our guest,
Come & imagine a lunch with us.
Sky o Sky!
Most clement you are,
You are invited to lunch along us.

The stove is just so cold,
The stomach is hot as oven,
Warm bread is our daydream.

May some day come our way,
Our poor daydreams be realized,
Drinking the water in steel tumblers.

Delicious potato-tomato greens,
Sour tamarind sauce will be there,
Such a day has always been on the list.

We toast to our mini picnic,
Gulp chilled water brought along,
Yes so would be our hot celebration.

Let us sit under a tree's shade,
Enjoying our picnic time the best,
Melting some butter on warm bread.

Just for the sake of our joy,
May birds be our music system,
Today we shall feed them as well.

Sol o Sol!
Listen to our invitation,
Come & imagine a lunch with us.
Sky o Sky!
Accept all our offerings,
You are invited to lunch along us.

Darling, there are few facts that you
must know as a student of science,
And there are many more that you
must know as a cute human being.

There are three bearing mango trees
& one guava tree outside our home,
The guava tree is infested with the
parasitic growth of a sacred fig tree.

After many years' from today
the "Bargad" tree will grow out,
Ousting the guava tree it will finally
be free but it won't forget guava tree.

It will always feel having been parented by the guava tree, and so it might actually become a hybrid of both the trees and so a love child hybrid tree would ultimately give shade and fruits to people in the future generation.

So should the ideal love of a human being be inspired towards everyone including the ones who they love and fellow human beings - selfless and pure.

Whenevel I clied hungly,
Chhe would give me milk.
Whenevel I do not dlink it,
Chhe will tly that I dlink it.
Whenevel I am chho angly,
Chhe will tly that I dlunk it.
Whenevel chhe loshesh hope,
Chhe will look at my papa.
My daddy will only shmile,
Lift shweetly in hiz armsh.

They would then shuksheed,
Togethel they enteltain me.
They dichhtract & feed me,
Milk I lyk not chho vely hot.
Twichhe they tly & I leject,
They sing me some lhymsh.
Mom then poulsh two dlops,
On back of hel hand chhe tlies.

'Tsch! It's hot,' chhe ekchclaims,
I let out a shmall shlieky laugh.
Daddy lent hel a helping hand,
He blung a khup of cold watel.
Finally they togethel feed me,
Calefully & lovingly they do it.
Whenevel I lemembel my lisp,
I am chho happy & smile bloadly.

Since I've loved you dear,
Brain underwent change,
To a sentimental piece of junk,
With two halves constituting it,
All brains have two 1/2s,
And my brain is strange.

There's nothing right in the left half of my brain,
And there's nothing left in the right half of my brain,
Yes, ever since me having loved you my lovely dear.

I love her and she loves me,
We've boon of immortality...
Not going to live forever we,
But to persist in few stories..
Tales be narrated to the kids,
And will be told to everyone.

I am barmy & hyper-excited,
She likes it all & doesn't mind.
Some sure traits of me to hide,
She even likes my worst side..
All I now look forward is her,
Me & her, together forever...

If you ever find me missing* for long never should you feel afraid alone even after I die, oh my lover, as it is a truth that separates merely our bodies and no more-nothing else.

I'll stay as a thought inside,
I'll stay alive in your mind,
I'll stay permanent as Sun,
Not feebly as distant stars,
But glowing continuously,
In my poems that remain,
Not in mine or yours, but,
As unending as our love.

Later one day, we went to a holiday trip.
Together we went, we went for trekking.
We went to the hills, we went for hiking.

As we went on further, she was awed by the scenic beauty.
As we went on higher, she was awed by that colder temperature.
As we went on farther, she was awed by the natural attraction.

She saw a snow-covered mountain peak enveloped by dark clouds.
She was really intrigued by this scene above her eye level.
She ultimately asked me with a smile, "What is that?"

I answered in one line, "Darling, it is my face in the slivers of your hair."

I saw a brinjal...
I saw a brinjal...
I saw it on the roadway...
Yes it caught my eye,
As I walked on by...
There must be a vendor...
With desperation on his face...
Who thought I would buy you...
And he dropped you on the road...

You're nutritional!
You're nutritional!!
You're nutritional!!!
It's true!

There must be a vendor,
With a smile on his face,
When he thought I would buy you,
But it's time to face the truth...
I shall never ingest you...

Do you remember that day,
Oh papa and mummy, eh?
Remember that day when
All of this Earth stood still,
Every bird in air froze still,
Not due to December's chill,
1990, 23rd day of December,
Your Angel was born that day?

La belle femme Indienne aime un soldat,
Le soldat est mort dans une guerre féroce guerre,
La femme Indienne a été laissé seul et veuves,
Elle porte maintenant un chiffon blanc.


A White Cloth

The beautiful Indian woman loves a soldier,
The soldier is dead in a fierce gun battle,
The Indian woman is now lonely and widowed,
So she wears a white cloth nowadays.

It could be various phrases
But I want to listen one from you
'I love you'

A happy look on your face
Accompany it with a sweet smile
'I love you'

If you are upset with me
You'll brilliantly smile when I say it
'I love you'

A tiresome day endured
Will end happily if we tell each other
'I love you'

Life will always be cute
When we will be together arguing
'I love you'

Walking alone on the hot road,
Though it feels like my body,
There isn't any longer me,
Under the burning sun,
It was just a figment,
Having left of me.
It has only let me be,
Shade of the poet I am,
I really am unknown for,
She came and life changed,
My lonely existence vanished.

All the mothers are working all the time right from their birth.
They are always learning and teaching for the sake of humanity.
They stay in our memories even after they have completed their life.
Whether they realize this or not but yes, they are always busy working.
In childhood they are busy learning basic skills required by human beings.
In teenage they are busy learning how to differentiate between right & wrong.
They then learn cooking and get married only to get more busy altogether.
They get extremely busy indeed if they started working at a service job.
Adding to their busyness are children and their bringing up as kids.
We must take care that they don't get depressed due in their lives.
That's the least thing we might do for our respective first love.

What's pure & divine?
An early morning sunrise,
Sun peeking through the trees,
Darkness giving way to the bright,
Observing the sky turn yellow from gray,
Birds singing welcome to the new day,
Listening what these early hours say.

Thanks to my parents and good wishes of friends that I am writing this poem 4 years after my major accident which nearly killed me. This poem has no rhyme-scheme because it is more of free verse than a primary school poem. I am nearly fine.

7th May approaches once again,
Another year has passed me by.
It was filled with hostile attitude,
With nothing for offering to me.
Virtuous actions failed to suffice,
Nor did all my humbling words.
7th May approaches once again,
365 more days have passed me by.

That event - I can't call it fortunate or unfortunate,
But it did affect my life knocking me out of senses.
Not for just a day or 2, but 23 days in all that was,
I escaped an end to my life during that long coma.
Red - rosy cheeks & lips of mine now veil all injury,
Just balance & memory problems need to be fixed.

Some misfortune did come my way,
But so did shine my fortune greatly.
And after the accident I have met her,
She made me forget all pain of mine.

Tears which failed to escape my eyes after accident,
You vent them from yours after listening to my story,
But hey, I tell you to look at me for I am alive,
Yes I've cheated dear death once and for you I can cheat her again.