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CHANDRASHEKAR May 2015
Standing alone!
On the bank of the river.
I was looking at the
Drops of water,
Holding hand in hand,
Jumping up and down,
Mimicking the shine of the Sun,
Circling the rocks coming their way
Mirroring the blue sky up away

But, no drops waited
For the other drops to follow.
All are in a hurry
To reach their destiny!
Some were picked by
thirsty clouds!
Some were ****** by
crusty lands!
Some were cascading height
of the mounts!
Some  were watering the
smiling flowers!

Nobody knows,
what is there in store
But,
Everybody groans,
Life has given us
nothing to adore.
We are enjoying the role given by almighty.  But we are grieving about nothing.
CHANDRASHEKAR May 2015
When I see a star in the sky,
I think of your twinkling eye.
When I see a Gorgeous flower,
I think of your face smiling forever,
When I see a peacock walking in the woods,
My mind runs to your dancing moods.
When I see the hoppity of rain drops,
I hear your love filled  whispers.

When I see your eyes,
I see in them, twinkle of the stars
When I see your smile,
I see a flower which has stolen your style.
When you whisper into my ears,
I drench in Fantasy of showers

I want to be with you,
When I am with you.
I want to forget you
When I am away from you!
We always compare the things by losing the enjoyment of togetherness
CHANDRASHEKAR Jun 2015
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
We see something and the fact would be something else.
CHANDRASHEKAR Jul 2015
I am more concerned
About your starry eyes.
Lest the shiny moon,
Adds them to her
Own collection,
In confusion!
CHANDRASHEKAR Jun 2015
I think,
Your force of attraction
is more stronger than
the gravitational force!

Because,
Rain drops are attracted
by the earth once in a while
But, your beauty
attracts my memory drops
all the time.
Some times, memory becomes a passion
CHANDRASHEKAR Jul 2015
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.
Even small things can create great things in life.  HP is so great that each poem is  a small flame purifying us.
CHANDRASHEKAR Jun 2015
I am searching for
words, for my poem
everywhere.
But,
I could find them nowhere,
except in
"Your Beautiful Eyes"!
CHANDRASHEKAR Jun 2015
My House cannot
Be naked, because
It wears walls !
My Soul stays protected inside the  body
CHANDRASHEKAR Jun 2015
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.
CHANDRASHEKAR May 2015
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'
I am addicted with myself and my life.  I am lost in my own daily life like a vasp running around vacuum gaining nothing.
CHANDRASHEKAR Jun 2015
Day gets naked,
While night wears
Darkness and
Conceals all
Dark Spots.
Night seems to be safe for shy hearts.

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