Boredom ringing
The beats of singing

Louder than ever
Into ears made clever

Boredom clapping
The drums of napping

Milder than before
Across views blown ashore

Boredom rocking
The tones of knocking

Swifter than today
Between stirs wiped astray



                        NHH                            ­         "Plume"

Captured by the sight of spring bees
I look beyond the bark of trees
And get a glimpse of frozen seas

I escape myself from disease
And fly away in pairs or threes
Over heads of those dressed for skis

Plains, plateaus locked up with mild keys
Look up towards me with deep pleas
Hovering with wild, odd wheeze

Skies in grey color with rupees
****** my wings or so to appease
Clutching feathers bent with unease

Amidst a trip meant to displease
My body shoves into the breeze
Softly down as if with bent knees



                                    NHH                         "Plume"

Nightfall crawls up
Nightfall crawls down
Resting stars thrilled
With liquids spilled
Shading rocks haste
To savor waste

Nightfall crawls up
Nightfall crawls down
Hot comets shamed
Of garbage flamed
Whirling holes tear
To rain off smear

Nightfall crawls up
Nightfall crawls down
Hanging sun spoiled
By gases boiled
Cold moon revolves
To clean dissolves


                                          NHH        ­              "Plume"

Xmas is heavily approaching…
With sounds of birds chirping and crying—

The mild mists of a turbulent year
Pronouncing breaths of shivering flocks
Deepening their call for an escape
Relieving their need to disappear
Echoing cries for reunion
All but for…and yet over again

Xmas is heavily approaching…
With flutter of birds loudly singing—

The howling winds of sizzling skies
Announcing tremors of flopping wings
Seasoning their paths for a drive way
Receiving their comfort to revive
Bellowing their grudge for surrender
All but for…and yet over again

Xmas is heavily approaching…
With colors of birds painting the air

The daunting leaves of miserable trees
Denouncing footprints of crawling beasts
Threatening woos of tiresome deer
Following a long-lost sacred path
Believing their quest for shelter
All but for…and yet over again



                                     NHH               "Plume"

Sweet, tender, kind, and caring they all say
Words soft as these bring one’s heartbeats to play

The shying secrets told in the late night
Vanish as the morning light comes in tight

Love and good-will are no rules of a game
But much like a newborn tied to a name

When tragic moments arise to a stage
A warm hand moves out through bars of a cage

Loyalty deeply rooted in the minds
Relieves the soul from torments that it finds

The rooms witness periods of utmost joy
That conquer a land much like that of Troy





                      NHH                              ­        "Plume"

I can be a man’s friend
Quite close in the end

I can be a man’s foe
As the words written grow

Hand in hand, we march fro
Much like winds that blow

Man and I both agree
To have faith, to be free

Man thinks & I release
Thoughts on a source from trees

                    NHH                                   ­            "Plume"

My life hastily ended
With the last speck of hope mended
Echoing through the hollows of breezes
Trepidations, laughter, cries that freezes

Years of swift age agonized
An aching soul forever hypnotized
Blowing off its chilled wings
Memories, endings, hints down a string

Days of timid youth crumbled
As a mindful ambition tumbled
Whispering across sorrowful times
Risks, ventures, odds of tragic rhymes

Moments of blasting scenes waved
To a stage rendered enslaved
Capturing in the obscure air
Melodies, voices, roars for me to wear