There is a vast green tract

And a fresh bluish course

A mile from here.

There is a big sinewy tree

And profuse green tea

A mile from here.

There is also a groovy human race

And a grabby human face

A mile from here.

But there is no humanity

Nor sanity

Anywhere round here.

Yesterday, I wore a ring
a gilded placid ring
and I went through my day
ulterior .
I gave a norchalant
Visage towards my left dactyl
when i found a golden
stuff pendant on .
I drew it and gazed at it
Wow! It is a sign of eternity
a thing which never outsets nor sets.

The nature’s clouts

Stabs to make us sense

Her occurrence

Again and again

Yet again

Rumbling gales, shattering typhoons,

And life intimidating seismic activity

Mark us exceptionally anxious

About our breathes and there after

Lies a plethora of secrets

Yet to come,

Will blew us black and blue

Nostalgic about the noble timeworn days

I will someday make this

Turn into imagination from reality!

But up till than

We will have to writhe

Extreme hardship

And extreme hardship.

Life is so wretched
You are not effectual
You are bound to desociate
If not today than some day
If not now than then
So why not enjoy today?
Why not enjoy now?
So is it? Life so miserable....

Who can get out the charm

the belle of the chilled

glacial waters of heavenly sapphire

love dipped, sanctity filled

Mansarovar.....

I sat beside them

which impervious to express

like the occult hallucinations of one

compelled me to sob

To cry beside the waters

not on my sins

but on my known viles.

Who sat on my Valley of Desolation
and made me sick out of superbia
and gave me the hit of rueful living .

The scene of meadows and woods one
far more better than the of life .
I cried for my place and incapacitatedly
ran down the footprint of commoner.
The edge of the cliff made me perceive
the demarcation between life and death .
Between grief and relief .