Standing on the hill
And watching the sea
Is a page of the book
By a great writer

Somewhere
A place is unoccupied for you
If you don't remove your laziness
It's going to be taken by someone else

The harrowing obligation is done.
Everyone has left him to his fate.
But for those sunk in grim gloom,
Some chew paan, some smoke,
While other keep their tongues
Rotating on fun and laghuter.
On the way they halt for cuppa,
Or jalebi or to shave their stubble.
What about his interview? Nobody
Knows and no one will know, never.

Through the curtains moving sideways
At the touch of the circling of ceiling fan
The pointed rays make their way to my face
It's stillness of words soundly sleeping on lips
I'm awake weaving my thoughts
To accomplish what I had dreamt of at dawn
Prior to the imminent dusk descending

The moon shines within me
But your eyes watch only fog

Every idea has something to offer
For it's gold dug out from the coalmine
Of mind and it's the foundation
Of greater success
Only one has to care of using it

Birthday is a reminder
That one has been blessed with life,
Worth living, and one needs to make it as beautiful as it has been designed to be

Alone, I stand,
looking into the face of
The night, dark and dull
The owl gazes and grimaces
At my needful act,
That was wrapped in my sloth.
It felt the beat of my swirling heart
As I had wished and expected
And whispered through its stars
Sometimes words are not needed
Our actions and gestures
Fulfill the requirements.
I understood its teaching.
Tomorrow is my day.
I will daze the world.

Everyone is engaged in making
Relations with statues shining
Through the face of Facebook

I must be different
I am restoring my relations
With my loved ones

Stop crying
For those
who reveal themselves
By words, not heart

Love has lost its lustre
Nobody is going to die for it now