I am sitting in a dark room
in a corner,
As if I was in a pensive mood
from the days of yore

Accompanying me is a tiny
candle, with a swaying
Golden dim flame.
Candle smears hazy light
over the walls creating
My own shadow behind me.

A gigantic monster behind me
also swaying with the flame,
which is playing with the breeze.

Oh, a tiny flame blown all
the black darkness inside me
onto the wall in the form of a shadow
making me a pure breathing doll.

I came to know that the dim light
is not so dim, but shaking and
fighting the monster in me
is nothing but our gorgeous 'HP'
Thank you HP.

I am more concerned
About your starry eyes.
Lest the shiny moon,
Adds them to her
Own collection,
In confusion!

There is a disaster!
The Hell clashed
With  the heaven!
The drops of  nectar
Mixed with the
Ocean of poison.

The blood stained
Universe is crying
Still, the earth is
Revolving and
The sun is holding
The earth with hands
Of loving rays.

Whatever be there,
Whatever happens anywhere,
To hell with the hell and heaven
Our earth is the
Only place
Where the Living Beings
Live their lives
Without any worry
Or in spite of all
Sorts of worries of life.

My House cannot
Be naked, because
It wears walls !

I tried to hold
One fistful of light
In my tiny fist,
As much as my fist  
Could consist.

But, when I
Peep into
The closed fist,
Through a small
Hole between the
Fingers,
I could see only
Darkness could
I hold and not
An iota of light.

Life is this!
We celebrate
Birth day
To reach the
Day of Death
Step
By
Step

I........I.............
What is this?
I have, always, been
Thinking about
This 'I'

I am not ' me' only
Not alone in this World
Counting the stars at night,
As if a  fool
Accomplished a great thing,
Lives are suffering, sufferings
are living like demons
amidst us
But,
I'am not bothered.


Blaming the scorching sunlight
Scratching the head
for silly matters
Like a worm
Trapped among the numerous red ants

When I see around
Under a huge sky,
Under a beautiful Green tree,
Beside a gorgeous flower,
I am nothing,
nothing  
more than a
tiny tosspot
addicted with 'I'