A chirpy young wolf
filled with pride and
uncanniness.
Never part of
any pack

Decepted with self-pride
and felt
everything around him
is not right

They say
wolves can only survive in packs
He says
'I am always right,
everyone should stand by my side'

He surrounded
a cobweb of cynicism
so deep, that he never
trusts
listens or
connects
with others

One fine day
he was abandoned by all
and a sense of
realization could be
read from his eyes

Until he was
nabbed by a mighty tiger
and everything was
left blank

One life changing decision
to get out of the self abase

The determination to fulfill
the only dream to get out of the lifeless pace

keeping aside all the challenges
irrespective of health, work and other urban race

Thou flew to an unknown territory
Keeping aside all the emotional slake

The first eyesight on the mistic mountains
Got the heart pounding from above the sky's trace

A very warm welcome
Expected, unepxtected emotions flow as grace

Those long journeys on an autobot
witnessed the relentless beauty and its gace

The dust, the heat, the sand, the rain, the sky
all bestowed their blessings on the way

The surreal mountains, rivers, desserts, pathways
are an experience of a lifetime in a perfect present phase

Emotions bloomed keeping aside all the hatred
The camp near the lake, led to a perfect proposal to amaze

An ideal birthday gift full of emotions
Left behind all the nuance of night and day

A fully satisfied heart
with no qualms takes along memories as a poetic phrase

And shall remain joyful
Till they are blessed and the last breath remains

There falls the mystic moon light
from my room window
into the tail of a kite

The gift that it was
thrown into a corner
not knowing the importance
lied into a shady vagueness

the light beam dwells deep into the tail
and catches my attention
realizing the patterns
that it drew
using small hops and curls
with a pleasant breeze

Brings in my senses to action
to realize and perceive
that, it may be a normal gift
by the giver

But for me it's
a hope
a desire
a wish
a faith

to take the flight
and soar to a new height

Heavy expectations, preparations galore,
To witness the night of glory and L'amore.

Moon was eager to rise and sun refuted to set,
That was the charisma of the night which the two souls beget.

Time was running and hearts started pounding,
To reach the destination and visualize the hearts rebounding.

An Italian rendezvous, at an Indian enigma of nizam,
In an exotic style of feast, they share a conversation of purism.

The joy within was inexplicable,
With the right aroma of love on table.

The rich culture of India's great glory,
With the classic mixture of king's short story.

The ******, an unmissable moment,
With the hand in hand the souls enjoy the love slogan.

Hearts were filled with joy,
And the angels bestowed their blessings and foy.

The night ended with heart full emotions,
Satisfied with magical love potion.

Reality made a dreadful turn,
Magical to ludicrous was that moment, spent with a deceitful spurn.

Falseness prevailed all over,
bringing down the purity to filthy left over.

Drenched in the sea of sorrow,
That night remained more like a knight mare, killing the beautiful tomorrow.

Certainly, that was the glory of the night
That it shall be remembered in the memories in sight.

When there is a cloud of sorrow, a poet's pen learns to walk.
When the sorrow intensifies with heavy showers, the pen learns to dance and creates magic.

When peace and tranquility prevails, the poet's pen starts to wamble. It gets difficult for it to take each and every step.
And during the summer of happiness, the pen moves to a corner and suffocates to death.

It started with an instant 'Yes',
Because the love in her heart never ends.
The proposal which was longing for years,
Has happened in an unexpected spheres.
But, Within seconds, thought processing started,
affecting the heart which was darted,
and the excitement in his heart suffered.
I know the night which could have been much more special,
But, was laid back in a thinking tussle.
The thought was not about the acceptance,
It was about to get out of the painful depression,
It was about to recreate the magic of essence.

But the mistakes of the past,
which are now years old,
Still play a spoil sport.
Love gets overshadowed with
negativity,
faults,
reality.

Can True love ever end?
If it regenerates, in 20 days does it descend?

Perhaps, that was not love,
It was only the need of reality thereof.

Only almighty knows what prevails in our fate,
I so badly long to be in his arms till the last date,
Just trying to bring back my soul from an emotional abate.

I stand on the pathway with blank eyes,
With a big frown staring at sky.
I see the darkness behind the sun light,
alas, they could read the fear in me with an insight.

But they don't, as there is no darkness here after,
It is only my fear, fear of failure which is masking  the joy with a plaster.

I know that fear will lose the battle one day.
and inner strength will join the hands with joy.
allowing me to see only brightness behind the sunshine and no other darkness hereafter,
Making the pursuit of happiness to stay in here with a bright laughter

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

Be social, be active
but don't be selective

Emote feelings that please all
but don't spread hatred
that gain momentum

When in need, take a stand
find a solution.
Don't be a scarecrow
who takes opinions
and makes a fact out of it

Play no blame game
You are just a pawn
in the larger battle of truth
You will be tricked at the end
And there will be no way out

Best in you is yet to be discovered.
Just believe.

I am a Bin
Left over,
Untouched.
Always stinking.

No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me

And then
Stars started orbiting differently
Magic happens.

I am seen as a flower vase

A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers

All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure

They come to me
Smell me
Absorb my fragrance
Refreshing themselves

It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them

But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers

The story repeats.

Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase

And nothing much changed

So! I don't care anything anymore.

Before my birth there was infinite time,
after my death there is inexhaustible time.
I never thought of it before:
I’d been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.

A man says,
"In the urge of living a better life
and to get a better choice
I have tasted all the possible choices.
But one choice which I always had
at the back of my mind is what I am left with today.
And I don't know if this is my choice which leads me to a better life".
And I say,
Go for a choice where Ur heart is,
Your heart will lead you to a better life not a mere choice.

The lethargic phase of my life seems to be so equivocal
that is ******* the left out energy in the soul like a daemon

Those dark empty roads
and those tiny droplets on my car windows

That beautiful moon peeping out of dark clouds
and that herd of stars covering the sky like a shroud

These standing tall street lights
and these barking dogs chasing the red beams like a knight

Brings back the hidden peace and solace.

As the moon makes friends with my god, patting my back, showing my shadow
Makes me realize that my identity is certainly built by my own respectful bound of arrow

The dream world built with pack of cards,
Stood always strong with the blessings of lord;

The wind of reality was never to touch,
So strong was the emotional clutch;

Love and faith played hide and seek,
Trying to reach a relation at mountain peak;

The eyes closed with full of dreams,
Never cared to wake up with clues of light beam;

The fairy land lying below the feet,
Started to feel the tremors of reality heat;

The cracks begotten by the tremors,
Let thee to have feelingless quivers;

The heaviness in the air was so strong,
that thou were found in the arms of wrong;

Eyes left wide open with sour and paleness,
Reaching the state of lifeless staleness;

The sea of tears dried up,
Leaving behind the salty death cup;

Before the eyes wake up from the dream,
A divine helping hand showed the path of river stream;

To purify self from the shadows of guilt,
And raise as a new soul rebuilt;

Finding the path between dream world and real world,
the search is on to reach the glory unfurled;

Keeping the packs of cards intact,
the dream world of cards is still on for the soul to reenact.

Lonely I walk,
with an empty heart;
Deaf I stand,
with mute voices;
Guilt echoes,
tears drain;
Goal lacks,
within pale life;
Empty dreams,
eyes wide open;
Haunting past,
Foresight lost;
Here I stand;
Nowhere to go,
to life or to Death
Only God Knows

"What day is it,?" asked Pooh
"Its today", squeaked piglet.
"My favorite day,"said Pooh. - Winnie the Pooh

As Winnie the pooh says, every day should be favorite with new exuberance and enthusiasm.

Just like the mystic morning sunrise embraces me every single day,
The pleasantness in climate today brought back the child in me like a play.
The soothing music from my favorite composer of recent time,
With my best pal, my car; we enjoyed every moment of nature and chime.

I open my eyes, and I see
What my eyes reveal to me,
And that's the only truth I know.

They say
My eyes are deceiving me,
They show the truth only as I perceive.
I weave a web of fear,
I see wrong everywhere, in everyone,
Especially in those dearest to me.

Others' wrongdoings may lead them to drown,
Perhaps today or maybe tomorrow,
But my fear will suffocate me sooner than them,
And, unfortunately,
I will erase my dearest ones first, and then myself.

On the clouds i stand,
all that i used to dream on land

flying high like a falcon,
above the milky white clouds in action

all the dreams coming true,
with nostalgic feelings bidding adieu

heart pounds for a lonely travel,
accompanied by a stranger of sheer marvel

with a barrier of language we talk long,
unknowingly confined into a strong bond

Those fairy like red dressed angels,
with a big smile care me without being stranger

I see lush green mountains from above the top,
those dazzling visuals make my heart to hop

And i end the journey with a big smile,
heavily satisfied for travelling the long flight

That lonely journey crossing seven seas,
I stand proud to have achieved it with ease.

Walk into my life
And leave imprints of your goodness

Start the day with a fresh coffee in hand
and a view of sunrise
and see the magic for the rest of the day

With the urge to reach the heavens
I kept walking until there was no more earth left
And I could not even reach the skies

Oh Dear Lord!
How do I know?
Where is the heaven and where is the earth.

There are these big tides
which inject a feeling called
'Hope'
Until they reach the shore
to be found hopeless.

In the depths of desire,
when love is drowning into unknown spheres;
There raises a lotus
in the form of 'Hope'
and helps love to stay afloat

Imagine a story
for your life
and believe in it.

Safe and secure was I inside
Felt the warmth, care and love
Made movements when i enjoyed
Was excited to see the world outside

I came out with a brief pain
Outside seems to be much different
Scared and strange feelings prevailed
But could enjoy seeing all happy, smiley faces

Lot of other cries made me cry
But a tender touch wiped my tears
Just as the power that sent me here

My eyes wide open observing people, wondering what is happening
And then a voice whispered to me saying i was born
A new life, a new world, a new beginning

Yes, I was born.

Look into thy eyes, you shall see the love
Look away from those eyes, you shall see if they are telling the truth

When the sky is shrouded
with darkness of expectation,
When the day is filled with
screams and abuses.

There comes the night
where misty eyes caress
the sleeping soul with immense love
depicting that, in the midst of darkness
of anger and frustration,
resides pure love which
still lingers around to keep the bond
strong enough and not to let it falter

Love me for what I am, and not for what i look
Love me only if i deserve the love and not for the mercy that you feel
Love me for the beauty of my inner soul and not for the money and not for any worldly desire
Love me even when i am not with you, but don't hate me when i am closer to you
Love me for the connection that we have, but not for the passion and desire
Love me like a mother to a child, like a devotee to god, like the nature to skies for i am the love and i am everywhere in you.

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.


I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep


- Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

Heavenly land with romantic angels linger on my mind,
corrupting my senses not to return to the green land.

Oh the milky white mountains, milky white pathway, milky white clouds covering all my view as though kissing each other
Don't know where to draw the line

In this heaven i do not understand where do i stand
on the clouds or on the land

A sip from a hot and aromatic
coffee of dusty gloss
and endless froth

in the midst of a dawn
and soothing music
played by the morning birds

casts a spell on your senses
with freshness and vigor
that lasts for the day long.

To form a myriad of similitude
Thy were found in an ocean
following a flock of fish
without inferring the fact, that
only few shall reach the destination
who has determination
to follow the unendingly tiring
journey of self made dream

The rest shall only sashay half a distance
whenst thy realize their actual dream

I sat near my window pane
and i could watch the traffic flow like rain
Suddenly a memory flashes in my mind
and i reach out for a hand to feel the comfort
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible

I walk alone on an empty pathway covered with snow
It gets slippery sometimes
my steps fumble,
and i reach out for a hand to hold me
and not letting me fall
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible

I stare at empty walls of my room
i get scared of loneliness
of something eerie
and i look for a hand to hold me and say
"I am there, Dont worry"
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible

Finally, I close my eyes and
went into a dream land
where voices echoed
saying "We are here, waiting for you"
Dont get scared, We are always there next to you"

I wake up by the sunlight beam
falling on me, through
the snow flakes on my window pane
reflecting in my eyes like a diamond's glare
bringing a big smile on my lips and making me aware

That, Family and special ones are always there
Next to you where ever you go
Never feel alone..

Oh dear Bee!
I have waited for you
right from being a small bud to
a beautifully blossomed flower

I fell in love with you
even before you were my lover

I allowed you
to consume,
to pollinate
my sugar rich nectar

But please do not
consume all the richness in me
and leave me to fall on the ground to wither

Let the wind ******* away,
before i die and fall on the ground
and let my petals spread
my beauty all around

Oh dear Bee!
I have loved you all my life
you were the one who fulfilled me
but the wind had been a true friend
who let me remain beautiful until i die.

A rose dressed in bright red,
spreading its petals with open arms.
Invites me to relish its fragrance,
until I am seduced and transported
into a mystical land of 'Love'.

In the urge of finding the secret of happiness
I went through every emotion of life
and asked each one of them to
guide me
lead me
to the treasure trove containing the key of joy

Well, every emotion led me to a newer zone of feelings
But one such emotion called 'sorrow' showed me the mirror
and said,

"While i was hiding behind your eye lids
forming a sea of pain coming from your heart
I could only lighten your ail by flowing down your cheeks
as precious drops
these drops contriving themselves to make as beautiful pearls
are my dear, the secret of your happiness"

Finally, my urge was laid to rest and i murmured
"Thank you Sorrow for showing me the mirror
and never come back again, as
I do not want my happiness to wither"

One's prodigious feat
is a deceiving notion of
self pride

Oh My dear Friend!
It is easy to drown in the sea of sorrow,
but it makes a human of quality
to convert the waves into a life saving boat
and row towards the destination of shore.

I stand on the pathway with blank eyes,
With a big frown staring at the sky;
I see the darkness behind the sun light,
alas, they could read the fear in me with an insight.

But they don't, as there is no darkness remains here after,
It is only my fear, fear of failure which is masking  the joy with a plaster.

I know that fear will lose the battle one day,
and inner strength will join the hands with joy.
allowing me to see only brightness behind the sunshine and no other darkness hereafter.

I wonder why am i sitting in here,
waiting for someone who was a dear.
the clock keeps ticking ,
and says its getting late duckling.
There i see the glimpse of a man ,
with looks resembling an ancient angelic clan.
Oh, that white T shirt,
hugging it tight like a frozen desert,
my heart pumps with joy seeing the smartness,
then rests in shadows, feeling the past madness.
Heart says, should i? should i not?
appreciate or reject the big smile.
I know this guy from years,
never did i observe his masculinity with cheers.
Finally, I bring my thoughts to cease,
bringing the friend in me and welcome him with peace.