On the farther side
of time I stand
much of old age
is memory bent
towards scenes
that defie ravage
and demand
to be remembered
and resurrected --

I am held powerless.

Life is now
falling foliage
the leaves have
dark-brown turned
days and nights
are serene and sober
enough of love
past love had yearned
pain and sorrow re-echo
in tearful refrain
over and over again --

at this dying hour
regret is but all in vain
night is a disdainful mocker
there's nothing left
either for loss or gain.

Prose is truly akin to poetry
but struggles to match the other's sublimity.

I live
while others struggle
to believe
or disbelieve.

Bitten
but not beaten!

They lied
saying
life was all
upside

Life is not handsome
more to do with humdrum.

If not this
then that?
no-- something half-way?
caveat !

If she does remember
and I sincerely hope not
she would lose her slumber
pricked by every thought.

Love does catch
colds and coughs
its temperature, watch
also its peaks and troughs.

The wind blows
hither and thither
my heart knows
there's no forever.

I was not born to compete
the least anyone to unseat

My mind is the writer
my heart is the editor

I posted letter
then realised it was mistake
it would break her heart.

Dog leads blind old man
sudden burst of wild thunder
it stops abruptly

Midnight violin strains
drifting through autumn silence
bring back memories

Farmer surveys sky
grey clouds portend heavy rain
he heaves a deep sigh

Steep rocky mountain
blots out last evening light
tired birds fly home

The hours are late
for some, early for others
they don't suit everyone
a whole bag of bothers--

whoever and wherever we are
we are never the true winners
held to ransom with impunity
and scattered all over as feathers

Feeling is a lost art
the computer has stolen our heart

How long
is the tunnel of time?
if you were trapped therein
could you bear its grinding rhyme?

There will be
no relief
time is the hunter
the cause of grief--

there will be
no end to sigh and heave
unless I am its master
stronger in self-belief.

I'll be held on trial
by those closest to me
for what they label 'unacceptable'
as I refuse to agree.

The inexpressible
I prefer--that expressed
all at once loses its essence-
the pure has been crudely dressed

It's from another land
words have their home elsewhere
I scarcely could understand
haven't before visited there-

their authority they assert without my consent
their stand they aren't afraid to declare
they banish me to some distant end
before my face in indifference they stare.

Where is the defeat
when you are still standing
firmly on your two feet?

How could you ever lose
when your mind cares not to choose?

The room is empty
still her voice and laughter did linger
memory cut deep into the heart
from the past it wouldn't sever--

the years had spoken over and over
how love did so fondly remember
would there be another encounter?
perhaps not,  perhaps never!

Today
not tomorrow
play
no sorrow.

Tomorrow
another show
let go
let life be so.

Life is OK
if you still get a pay
it's not OK
when boss says: Go away!

Love at first sight is a blush
yet nothing could stop desire's rush.

Let us not say 'Endanger'
but rather 'End danger'.

Away from the **** clamour

of the city and market-square

only a single voice I care to hear

its beauty follows me everywhere-


yours, yours alone does transcend

the music of the universe entire

every pain of my heart it consoles

to none but you my heart I surrender.

I've stopped
counting the years
old age is calm and sedate
minus the creeping fears-

only the moment immediate
I should reckon without tears
life has had its say in thousand ways
only love and beauty my heart endears.

Evening's last light
reflected on silent stream
call of birds in flight

Life has spoken:
'death is never strong
its darkness and doom has been broken
the living will in triumph ever move along-

youth's dreams shall not be forgotten
its innocence has recorded no wrong
love and beauty to its heart is given
let it then sing its immortal song'.

Life---could it just be
to do with moods?
do the moments lift your spirit
or land you lost in bewildering woods?

Joys, wonders, smiles, bouquets
or doubts, angsts, unruly weeds and decayed flowers?
dreams and hopes that all else transcend
or the downhill and dereliction of moanful hours?

When morning rays begin to shine
  wholeheartedly I'll call it all mine
  when long shadows of the last sunset lend
   with the deepest calm I'll accept my very end

Come to me in thy need
  I'll fail you not in any deed

Ask not any favour from thy neighbour
    'Nay' will be the answer-- a no-hoper!

Outdoing others?
   I can't do myself that
   too full of errors
   in my silence I am glad

I am my own laboratory
I develop my own theory.

Too many smart people
but so few do achieve
the average start from below
their success makes the former grieve

Idleness I love
     all things above

If I came to know someone's wife really well
what her husband is I could confidently tell

Prudence to courage I prefer
it's wiser and lasts infinitely longer

The mind is only the mentor
the heart is the conquerer

Falling, rising
   realising, then becoming.

What others rush to partake
I happily stay away and forsake.

Myself I don't ever need to arm
   the greatest gift I have--being calm.

I was once a child
    still I am one at times
     and then silently I smile
     remembering my nursery rhymes.