A cobra
Through its skin
Doesn't crawl
It sleeps in the mud
And they hold up
the heavy stick
To give it
The second death

Plant a new tree for fruits
And then you are special

Life
Asks you
Only for contribution
Of cool temperament
For its smooth going

Divorce?
Thank God to save you
From torture each moment.....

Are you at a shop
Of your area?

Wait. Watch around.

Buy anything,
But not something red

Very solid or juicy
Or a comb of a hen.

Be conscious
As you make your choice.

Don't buy watermelon
In pieces and without peel.

You will be lynched
To carry beef.

Smell and taste
Are zero for them.

Colour is their criteria.

Only
Destiny
Outshines talent.......

We buried him
Closer to
Mother's grave

Whenever I visit
The churchyard

The wind gathers
The yellow leaves
And take them
Over their abodes

And then they whisper
And say, o Man
You were waiting
For him he is here

I couldn't resist myself
To stop, to stand and then sit
As she was wallowing on the velvet,
And the curtains were hiding her from the sheen.

How beautifully,
How exactly,
How dreamily,
She made movements
That night of summer.

I remember
I lingered beside her
Till she woke up
and how softly I kissed her....

Her hair
Were always a cloudy sky,

And
I waited for rain,

But in the bed
I slept under the clouds.........

I have been in a pickle
Whenever I left the bed
In the morning
And she
Was
On.........

If I were a painter

                I would paint her way of kissing my eyes..............