no body looks beyond
the girth of contentment,
where life hides its emotions

where an always closed door
and an always open window
keep awaiting a true heart

i carried a smile to your window side,
but it turned out as i awaited,
you were too busy among laughters!

Word is it that he is gone

No more he walks by that lane
No more he whistles by your window
All that you found inappropriate

He went away with a broken heart
And I did not hear the songs, as he passed by,
Which he was so accustomed to stroll with

His face white against the crimson rays
Did not glow anymore with tickling blood
In such a way the quiet seeped into his veins

You can live in your world happily
Which is no lesser than a cage
Now that nobody would ask you

To walk out

i can see
your soft footprints
in and around
the green, the yellow woods
and that blue turquoise
offering you a ride
fluttering his wings
the white, black, green birds
holding stars in their beaks
in clouds you can walk;
it makes me envious

so ingenuous you are
as ye know not,
a Pandora box
is just an allegory
for your own
fulgent eyes
for through string of hopes
and wave of dreams,
for upon cloud floors
and blinking realms,
when you take your walk,
the earth's dear lady,
the whole universe
wants to keek and see
the sparkling wonder
that originates upon your eyes,
such is the moment of
ecstasy that, let alone us,
even all non-human forms
realize from you,
and your concomitant smile,
what true joy looks like

ah! i see fear
oh my dear!
nobody ever rose
whomsoever it chose

if you be free
you'd surely be fragile
for the underground
is the only safe haven

but, you know
there is no life
inside the walls
nor beneath ground

even the earth has to breathe
and so it does by coming to bloom
in the open sky, under the hot sun
through so many rooted gills

opening itself up
makes it vulnerable
and grasses do dry
trees do cry

but does it ever
stop the breather
from gathering her seeds again
and peek out again

and you see,
what the sky to it did?
it showered rain
to quench its pain!

all i have got is a moment
that never seems to expire
it keeps tip-toeing on my heart
and has outrun many desires

would you ever stand with me
on a moment's dais
afraid not of whether it'd
be able to take the combined weight

would you sing along
and dance and swim
believing not of fall
but of our rising dream?

was it you
who hung the pumpkin
in my yard?

who brought this
golden-yellow shadow
to my french window?

and inside this
round mushy pumpkin
is it you who glows?

i promise no rose
i have forgotten the thorns
i offer freedom

last was the mourning stem,
for whom nobody awaited,
it's all fated.

fire hides itself
in the underbellies of all,
nature's no exception

tipple blood
our ever-thirsty hearts
a fuel-fount

rock-top greens
spilled is sunbeam around
gems abound

what floats sinks
i am a witness
like water

breathe sunshine
blame the sun for fire
breeze chuckles

one drop more
makes me able one drop
less makes me prone

no dream came
until breeze came by,
mind game

ways to speak
one echo over other
truth unfolds.

drunk on fire
a firefly ignites black sheet
mystery unwraps

pismires survive
strides of giants and humans
by sheer ignorance

eyes closed
dark fills up universe
sun melts in gut

different forms
transitioning human life
being overlaps

clouds dropped hello
left it on tree leaves
drops waiting

their own music
when everybody had
nature fell silent

good to be born
strangers in times of prejudices,
we can draw distances

molten mass sears inside
bursts off existence's crater
oh, life springs upon even mount of wrath!

every season a painter
wind,river, rain, tree
ever on poetic spree!

'there's an extra beat'
shuffling lungs complained,
but heart felt obliged

one leaf shivered
the other frowned
who says talks need words.

My definitions stopped to exist
when life ceased to be,
and I was once more Un-Earthed

my hundred years,
its one moment,
no pondering its life has,
unlike mine, which broods,
over yesterdays, tomorrows, todays.
Lucky is the bloom
that has no gloom, no doom.
hereth it comes, hereth it goes,
Parting and Dying, life it sows.

The day's relentless fate,
and the night's acceptance
Of all its sighs by the end,
Is that what you call true love?

It spun and stopped
at the same place,
the wheel of time

dreamy eyes clouds
even what you yell,
pours like music

So tickle them many squirrels
trees in the orchard have no choice,
but to fast ripen the fruits

Rain appeared in mid air
sky and earth rushed,
to make a connection.

Green field's hello to sky
Its transforming into clouds,
Its wish to soothe the Sun

One flower born in mist
Another in smog
Turn of fate upon pretty faces

Eavesdropping wet winds
While you sweep under,
Chortling I bloom into wonder

No denials of any joy
Where thoughts cannot come,
She stands calm and ocean blue

while i bloom in new shades each day
some old leaves wilt and wither away
some new buds *******, die all sudden
some old blooms fight until the ending

you may call me a living fallacy
but only i know what i churn
had it not been worth such pain
i would never've chosen to burn

once,
a painter took his brush
but the canvas was too huge
and so was the task to portray

his hands trembled and he dropped
few drops of hues hither and thither
like stain and blemish they hung up

his heart saw the artist abashed
and beat harder and harder
more sad than dutiful

a question slid into the veins
tough task, dear ye?
not all can hold the brush

not all can paint the sun
not all have the eyes
that sees through the burns

dismayed at what he held in his hands
the ability to bring sunshine
on the blank face of canvas

the painter painted a world
a lovelier, better world,
for generations to inspire

although, the stain still hangs there
but it only reminds the onlookers
of what great hands held that brush
once

no spin,
no twist?
no twirl
in the mist?

what frightens
your strong soul

look at the butterfly
so tender, so vivid
susceptible to each and all
her wings are

but does she fear
in her daring flight? nay

fly uninhibited
and ye shall rise
where captive
becomes the queen
of her own heart

O heart!
be my healer

mine is the pain
that only you know
mine is the joy
that only you hold

i speak for you
in closed prayers

i am your savior,
the queen of own heart
and i shall be resplendent
in my shining armor

today,
i gift you the hope,
My Smile,

keep it, prized!

i see the neutral colors,
they sing not of glory,
they brag not over history.

there is no mischief in their eyes;
nor any hostility for what they are not,
but they do speak,
through various petals of flowers
and many shapes of dream-making,
through my walls and bricks
of heart or cement.

on how many days, here,
did i bring thee the joy,
where upon i shall rest
in peace and auburn sunshine?

help me with no more promises,
but, bring me a man of truth.
i see not any relief
for my shattered self-belief.
i kiss my destiny and attempt
to move on a path underlined.

how swiftly do they move
our differences, our moods
swinging apart our worlds
from where they originally stood

makes me rethink and re-know
how much do i really know
i feel shaken in my faith
there's nothing much to show

another day, another time
another speck of beleaguered mime
the swinging of our fates
from where we once stood.

sink
if you cannot rise
life won't mind

flow
if you can't swim
you'd reach somewhere

drift
if you can't move
it would count

make way for unsaid
make way for untried
today.

belongings never go away
staying is in their nature
sometimes though they change form
for they must, for their survival
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distance would not matter
as long as you dwell in my sight
one journey would bring me back
from where i depart tonight
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the ruckus would rise high
to echo through coming years
in memories hence retained
of childhood -- yours and mine

reasons, i find them faltering
with their own ego,
some self destructive arguments
and many left aside repercussions

how would we survive,
their trifling stages and colluding rage?
and would the Content be able to contain
them under the shaky sky of our dispositions

how would things resolve themselves
how would everything that's out of order
restore itself precisely to where it belongs
for the typhoon knows only the change

for all the things that matter,
would prayers, good wishes, and our will
anymore matter to the effect of anything?
they too stagger sideways, here come reasons.

i am falling like a dream unharbored
my head is spinning with pain
all that i did for you all the time
did all that go just in vain?

sorry i feel for myself, at last
for the beliefs i clung to so far
now like a boat taking final plunge
i drown, upside down and afar

i trespass reason
i am made up of faith
-- single code faith
unfailing, unyielding
i do not create hope
i sing the song of now
i take on both hands
open and out in welcome
for all that holds good
to beliefs, mine and yours