A well
full
of buckets...

his nature,
her poem.
.........
her nature,
his poem.

her memories
grazing quietly
on my grave....

Bicycle to Scooter
What happened?
Why all are crying?
Scooter, "Our girl met with an accident."
Bicycle, "Then she never going to touch us till..."
Scooter, "Yess! Me to going to miss her soft hand.."

My first-time
experience
in flight
Seeing land from
the sky
an awareness
It looks like
a vast Grave
for
all living things...

A
mild earthquake,
a shake
made me to think
Is it
we all living
on a gaint animal
as a parasite....

he
stroked her's
sensitive parts
to see a woman
to
raise and cooperate..

her attachment
towards the tree.
Believing the tree
speaking to her
is nothing but
her unconscious mind
was active through
that tree...

her lips
more of a match
has set fire
to my inner
Unconscious material..

her smile
like a stone
on my still glassy lake
slushhh...
inside
heart broken  
body-shaking
made
an attempt to reach
her shadow but
she moved
to collect
another stone
to aim at
someone....

Is
human assembled
in alien laboratory
with
auto updation...

People came in
I leaked with
an external sound
a joy in their face
one by one
went out in smiling...

What to say,
I came to know
she entered Eden
waiting outside
for the God
to kick her out..

Everyday
Our village
Starving in famine
Burning in heat waves
Atlast
I can see
Dark crowds of clouds
Thunder in foreign language
running to refer dictionary
for the meaning
of flood...

An argument with Dad
He started shouting
I came out of his room
Mom asked, "what happened?"
I replied, "I touched his wound!"

he went
near
to the pond
only
to understand
even
water love aloneness
and
can stay blissful...

His soul
haven't
told his body
yet......

a little boat
Stranded
on the mid of sea
waiting...
waiting.......
for a wind
to blow...

an endless thirsty
made her
to entertain
his deadly snake..

A
Long long ago
there was no past...

On
that final day
I
Spoke to my memory
in her...

You
never occupied
in you...

Sun
in the morning
her new day
her new way....

a
moon shadow
falls into the lake
a small
bubble...

Belief
Where to start?
Is it from Genesis

Reading
Where to start?
Is it from the-Bible

Love
Where to start?
Is it from Movie

***
where to start?
Is it from Servant

Listening
where to start?
Is it from Teacher

Singing
where to start?
Is it from Bathroom

Fighting
where to start?
Is it from Brother

Studying
where to start?
Is it from Library

Respect
where to start?
Is it from Sister

Revenge
Where to start?
Is it from Father

Humble
where to start
Is it from Mom

I
just thought
she was my girl
but never... 

I
just thought
this was my investment
but never... 

I
just thought
he was my enemy
but never... 

I
just thought
dad was my dictator
but never... 

I
just though
savings was my savior
but never... 

I
just thought
loan was my liability
but never... 

I
just thought
asset was my pride
but never...

I
just thought
neighbor was my envy
but never... 

I
just thought
anger was my weakness
but never... 

I
just thought
spending was my richness
but never...

there is always
a lovely song
I carry
in my heart

there is always
a repeated dream
I carry
in my sleep

there is always
a speed breaker
I carry
in my habit

there is always
an unknown expense
I carry
in my wallet

there is always
a true love
I carry
in my poem

there is always
a hateful hate
I carry
in my decision

there is always
a vigorous ***
I carry
in my thoughts

there is always
an unbearable pain
I carry
in my eyes

there is always
a simple risk
I carry
in my Insurance  

there is always
a sudden closure
I carry
in my opening..

Son
never understands his father
when he was alive,
it is both
a curse and the beauty
of the relationship.

Father
always keep distance
from his son
because
it's nothing
but
exercising power over him.
Suppose in future
If the son goes wrong
this power will bring him
into his circle.

A good son knows
when his father died.
he still lives in
very DNA of his and
will guide him through
his inner voice..

Happy Father's Day!

There is something missing
in missing
may be clue

There is something kissing
in kissing
may be lipstick

There is something loving
in loving
may be memory

There is something threatening
in threatening
may be insecurity

There is something living
in living
may be Mom

There is something dieting
in dieting
may be display

There is something fighting
in fighting
may be winning

There is something talking
in talking
may be unconscious

There is something moving
in moving
may be intimacy

A
little more staring
makes lover beautiful

A
little more smile
makes intimacy beautiful

A
little more food
makes belly beautiful

A
little more foreplay
makes *** beautiful

A
little more donation
makes world beautiful

A
little more open
makes dress beautiful

A
little more income
makes life beautiful

A
little more words
makes language beautiful

A
little more flesh
makes breast beautiful


A
little more long
makes phallus beautiful

Love is easy
when you know
there is no such thing

Love is easy
when you know
women uses to test men

Love is easy
when you know
you are walking into abuse

Love is easy
when you know
allowing kissing is opening to..

Love is easy
when you know
messages and emoji are masks

Love is easy
when you know
it's just an expression of loneliness

Love is easy
when you know
lover is an actor to stimulate feelings

Love is easy
when you know
you can move on to another love

When alone
I speak to myself
How
I should behave
politely 
to my girlfriend

But..

Later
I understood 
the one I experiences 
now
is not the same person
the one
with my girlfriend..

In love
I moved towards
her

In dream
I moved away
from her

In reality
she stands at
the same distance.

It's
more about
her to be seen..

Is
God
gave heart
to bury love...

My failures are trucks
running over my dead-body
on the highway...
but
her rejection is one more truck
but
this gave immense pain...

A bland day
Where
No joy
No sadness
means
you're experiencing
happiness..

When
your eyes
touches the book.
you
start hearing
the voice
of an author..

a
woman
who is concerned
in filling your stomach..

To
a depressed man
Even
the eclipse
will be seen
as an wound...

her
rejection gave
my
first consciousness..

The
failure pattern
has to fail
in the activity
in order to
give birth to success.

Some silence
are terribly sound
and fearful
her eyes
emits
such kind of silence
which
triggering my flight mode
throughout
that date...

Every
break of day
You as a sun
look at me
with your single eyes
brighten my day
throughout
People around me
Ask
Where I got so much energy
how could I say
the truth of love
to people
Who are blind to love...