Wild ducks and grasses mingle so deeply this morn
I saw them beneath the blackish red sunny dawn
The sun rises behind the clouds, to cover it's face
And cry dip dip dip, now and then - this time anytime
Aroma has blown on the air, the message is floating
Everywhere: Night-birds --street-girls, drunk Romeos go back home
O old beggar mom, don't depart your dome and Starve today,
Let your breast-feeding baby quite in fasting by red eyes,
Pray rain, rain, rain, and raining today day and night
Drops on things anywhere, on wild geese, and on grass

No one never seen a ghost
We believed, there none
even now we cannot see
Just watching mortality of human race
And humanity in crowd

Not to worry about

Mars is ready for mass
Or mankind is eager
To be alive there as the aliens
or living ghost

The poetry is not a one those comes out as the air
One need to keep ten directions opens on all four sides
For poetry to come; Eyes, nose, ears all need to be open
Compassion in the heart; poetry is the vessel for the pain
Poetry is the place to shout louder silently

Mountain, forest, bloom, sun and moon also
Love, affair, hatred, loneliness, misery and happiness
Rebellion, slogan, solution's soul is the poetry
Poetry is a tool of war
And the weapon to stop the war

Poetry does not comes out as easy as the air
Be ready for poetry, sit back relax and wait
All the day and night
Some times with the patience of motherhood
For Nine months or few more days

our room heater now
keeps me warmth on winter nights
after my wife leaves
but I know she needs it more
with her at underground grave

Peeps from a railway carriage casement, our land passes by
as a movie in short of a moving life, that spending
anywhere anyhow just to reach own destination,
unknown. Few fences of bamboo, village ponds, bathing mass
and a long strip of a lean river as a silver band
passengers are dreaming a better end, peaceful
some children are drawing life in their schools

I don't know how to say love
tricks of camouflage
about the emotion of mind.
long way away from my tribe
lifeless life I live
far the river, mountain and bloom
over a sea of ruin leaf
life here live as moth, fly or grasshopper
often as vagabond wandering around
views of life, life of a tree
every and each stand alone

love lost dream of day
now they comes at night,  foggy
she waves hand to bye

here, there everywhere
rain drops tree tops, this morning
birds stops wandering

cloud roars some shouts more
those are wet, yet raining out
morning lasts longer

While in sleep, you comes on to my dream when I wish
every night and day in red, in shining blue or
in pink but not with roses while in red except
sky or sea whilst in blue but you kisses in pink

Zero is zero
And even not a zero
Later than figure