The Night we meet with each other,
The darkness wrapped us in lap,
You can forget, but I still remember.

The world was sleeping and the dogs,
Waves of fear, disappeared in love,
Standing maze plants encircled likes guards.  

Holy angles of pure love our souls raised,
Higher and higher took away from body,
Fear of separation increased  as time passed.  

You know it, and I recall it again and again,
But many year passed, we never met,
The trees on side of fields still know our pain.

Time is blowing us away like leaves dry,
will we meet again in this life, perhaps no,
But our souls for world pleasure never cry.

The house of a Judge  
Packed with scads of notes,
Some brunt, some half burnt,
Some mixed in garbage,
Justice is hostage

Who killed human more in the world,
Who killed human more on the land,
The pandemic, the wars, the nature,
Who is biggest destroyer on the land.

Dictators irrigated land with blood manure,
for the blood massacre was a frolic play.
Street dogs, jackals enjoyed along vulture.

Pandemic played with human cat and mouse,
Villages to villages, all villagers  eaten,
The Streets were haunted  and all house.

The land, the water and the mountain,
All made the villages and cities barren,
Human faced everyday nature's disdain.

But human killed more human and more,
In the name religion, in the name of nation,
In the battles, in the courts and in the war.

Let me drown deep in these eyes,
There in the depth of your eyes,
some drops of peaces get May I.

The world of hatred, lust for blood,
Running  after one another like hound,
In these eyes a deep rest  i will find.

The  material gains are so bitter,
The spiritual pains are so bitter,
The world in these eyes will be better.

The thorns of this world are so sharp,
Let these eyes be my heart's scarp,
Let me hear melodious hear's harp.

Be my godess of soul tranquility,
You are blessed with divine beauty
Blow away the clouds of mooty.

SLAVERY
choice of every economy

look face of army officer,
it is not like a rose
glory of which fall and arose,
it is like a stone
as  hardest as is face
of a civil officer
never change
as not changing face
of elected representative
time has no effect on
those faces
the faces are immortal
as every lifeless thing.

Raindrops beating the floor
Fog is drinking the nectar of the soul
Sun is napping on clouds

Birds are talking to leaves
Trees are drinking the nectar through roots
The sunlight playing with clouds