My mind finds the words
my heart turns them into language
the former is ruffled feather
the latter is beautiful plumage.

There's no hurry
dawn is yawning still
the first rose is still asleep
silence reigns in the hill.

There's no hurry
dew is still on the grass
the sun is yet to do its round
nature has no cause to rush.

There's no hurry
kids will not be late for school
mum is preparing breakfast
of goodies on the table there will be full.

There's no hurry
sleep is upon my love's tender eyes
I'll let her dream of our wondrous days
when I was her most precious prize.

I should not try
your beauty to describe
only that I should
open my heart to imbibe

Beauty is not just appearance
  it must have the power of endurance

Beauty should not blind
nor make us leave all senses behind

Beauty that's over-magnified
does make for a jaundiced sight

My eyes are enticed----beauty dazzles-
but my heart warns: beware,  love puzzles!

The beautiful will be the same
as the ugly---it will fade and perish
and be placed where the latter is

Beauty gladdens the eye
but doesn't bring in the bread
it might be praised sky-high
yet it's food that runs ahead-

time does inexorably go by
wrinkles on beauty's face they shed
if all land and sea were to run dry
we would all starve and soon be dead.

The unseen--invisibility
    makes for the greatest beauty.

Beauty should be felt
not in the least understood
the heart that worships never forgets
thinking is a tool rough and crude.

Because I love you too much
I need say nothing more
these few words are enough
I shouldn't repeat what I said before

too much shaking of the rose
makes its petals fall
let our love dwell in beautiful silence-
it speaks all

Mum led me to sleep
reading my favourite story
now at bedtime I lull myself
reading poetry---

mum is long gone
still remains my tearful memory
her tender voice I hear
as though she's still beside me.

Two points of time
before and after
each person compares
which is worse or better-

living is a tortuous maze
doubts and anxiety they never cease to gather
hopes and dreams struggle all day to survive
life for most is lived in singular and lonely pallor.

Before long
shall come that day
when I'll be silent-- unaware
all hours have passed away.

If yourself
you should judge
do be gentle
we're all fallible

never forget
the past mistake
is a lesson acquired-
there'll be a better take

as with time
you forward travel
the dark will give way
to the light--once the veil

has been lifted
it's all clarity ahead
be gentle with yourself
let no tear be shed

Climbing the highest peak is a task most monumental
but begging for a favour is infinitely more difficult

Even the best among us are beginners and woe to those who think they have arrived.

Describe yourself --honestly--
in five adjectives-

And what does that mean:
being a man?
looking at the worst sides
of myself-- I'm merely an unwanted can!

Dear Nancy

I don't even count yet as work-in-progress--
still writing my first few lines.
Call me a 'preliminary'.

Inspiring you?  I really can't--
I struggle, most of the time.

Correct words are pure gems,
hidden in mysterious ocean-depths.
I could never reach there-
I can't swim.

You have the passion and the talent
and I  eagerly await your writings.
Put your trust in yourself alone.

I remain
yours truly
P

I'd rather be bad
than sad

You want a duel?
I'm ready
when and where?
I'll bring you to your knee!

Being brainy
is hardly the answer
experience has shown
it's the mother of disaster

To me you should not dare come
unless and until you are sober and calm

What's it to be great

when in simple living I celebrate?

Those who desire
to be heard
would end in being hurt

It can wait---
  wisdom:
  I must first
  learn to be human

There's enough
   more than enough
   to be addressed
  and reckoned with
   right now---
  I shouldn't stray
   looking far away:
   the moment ticks
   into the inevitable next
   nothing sticks
   all things are in a flux

   who dares say
   to love
   ' wait--I haven't decided' ?
    in the wink
    of the eye
   it has parted!

   So brief
  are the day's hours
  by evening
  we see but
  drooping flowers

I'll not think
of tomorrow
only the now
I feel and know

after my words
there's silence
what's next
but the difference?

Just--a baffling word
    over-done, is absurd

I didn't bring you any present

but would never think of being absent

You can't sing?
Never mind
just hum to yourself
some joy you'll find

This I'll sincerely tell
I wish you well

We'll always be larger
than life--it's but its own-
it doesn't feel or know
what it is to suffer

Being lazy
is the best activity

Try this---being mindless
it clears away the thinking mess

I'm my own permission-
in every season

Amorphous is society
to myself I turn
therein is my reality
where my feelings burn-

yet it's never my wish to spurn
I wear the heart of common humanity
to live is to cherish, nurture and learn
I should tread quietly and in humility.

I don't need
to be positive
my living
has never been negative!

I have nothing to say
just get away!

Since you have nothing to say
shut up! It would make my day!

Oh, that's your wife
in that dress
everyone saw
she was out to impress!

No great advantage accrues from being just smart
honesty gives the common person a  more auspicious start.

The moment
I become self-conscious
I'd no longer
be spontaneous-

learn from the kids
in their free happy self-abandon
they don't watch themselves
and their every act is resplendent!

I am tested on two counts:

  by life and my own self

  they are quite enough

  I needn't any more by anyone else

One is best tested in being rejected

              than in being admired or accepted

Don't reject yourself
because of your faults
( all people have theirs too)
let your good part make the calls

there are so many out there
who hold you in such affection and esteem
reach out to them in fullness of heart
and your life will shine like a gracious beam

I'm unorganised
if I wish to
I could do otherwise-

you are organised
faced with an unorganised
situation you'd end with grievous cries!

Enough angst
and chagrin
for the day

beleaguered by
competition
rivalry
office politics
envy and jealousy
swelling like the angry sea

malice
bad mouthing
insinuating
bickering
the insulting
the pretending
the blaming

beleaguered
is the keynote
of the day

if a solution
to this blight
you've found
write to me
kindly
in Hello--Poetry.

In public circulation
   but knows no home
   belongs to everyone
   never to one's own

   does die bit by bit
   the given-to-all person
   the adulation received
   is at the end-  deadly poison