her
continues insult
and hate
slept with heavy heart
walking down a steep
flight of stairs
almost endless
at last
found a passage
between wall
can feel
someone pushing
me behind but
cannot pass through
due to my body size
a cheerful light
from the other side
welcoming me
trying....
trying...got up
Is it a period
of transition
from one love to another....

In village
I was swimming
a small catamaran
pushed me a bit
would have drowned
about to hell…
the catamaran was empty
in a splash
my anger disappeared
what happen??
understood
an anger need a
canvas to paint
no canvas
no anger..

She left,
coz
I carry more keys
……..
her expression
more keys
means
more secrets
to hide..

When ever
with her
was like opening in..
a door of
unknown feeling,
an invitation to
occupy
the sacred space.
every giggle lit
my hormones,
suddenly a kind of
silence
in my brain and heart.
and learned
Enlightenment
can born
out of love

a voyage
was remembered by world
a mishap with the nature
end in disastrous
a defeat for man
for his arrogance of
less planning, more pride
a success never teaches
but failure strike our brain
though we love the episode
that filled our heart
a small jealous and
hypocrite happiness
the punishment nature gave
for rich and arrogance journey…

Seeing him
She is leaving
he ran to her
asked, "What happen?"
She, "I told you to come alone.."
He, "Am alone only, who is other?"
She, "Your mobile.."

In office
my mood
a kind of heavy traffic
may often change
my colleague
sit next to me
she scream in the name of humming
my favorite song
to irritate further
to the edge of madness
but her
explanation
helping man! Helping
to restore your mood…

She took me out
for evening munch.
Showed 3 new shops
asked me find the best
I went in and came out
said the Second Shop was.
We ate food and
she said. "Thee best", How you find?
I checked the eaten plates.
In the second shop
most plates are empty
She agreed my intelligence
and said. "Yess".

Boring
took my bicycle
Pedalling...
on the way.... Girls College
Full of colour
Wow!!!
Human way of colouring..

Pedalled further
a beautiful garden
Full of colours
Wow!!
Nature way of colouring  

Pedalled further
a Bird Sanctuary
Full of colours
Wow!!
God way of colouring...

My
Poem
reading
her...

pursued my passion
money became problem

applied good job
distance became problem

used public transport
time became problem

bought two wheeler
traffic became problem

shifted home near
rent became problem

purchased new home
loan became problem

married working woman
ego became problem

had few children
commitment became problem

retired and came home
I became problem..

an invention
eliminates previous invention
not men's..

Once
she gave me
a pen
as a gift
may be to say
her love will also
go dry like ink
one day....

retiring rich was a myth, the world
carry cotton on to the fire
never understood, we don't need  
anything at old age
see the fake inside and try
escape from conditioned thoughts
let chased by  diseases
a reward of our life…
waiting for our death
in hospital, was not for
we are born..
come out, live like animal
die peacefully, we have
enzymes in our body
to bear the hell…

her eyes
lie detector
everytime
I accept my lie
a feel of feminism
in me..

Me and my friend
both are consultants..
relatively
in same segment.
he says
"I grow better
than him and
can't compete with me"
I revealed my secret
"You compete with me
But
I compete with my clients!!"

in my garden,
grasshopper hops happily
not bothered about
the logic of ant..

If
her silence
is the possibility of language
then
the language
is the possibility
of meaning
'Yess'....

an idiot
reflect
our missing part..

With creditor
Inability to raise voice

With police
Inability to answer

With enemy
Inability to see his eyes

With wife
Inability to tell truth

With boss
Inability to ask salary raise

With son
Inability to accept defeat

With daughter
Inability to lie

With girlfriend
Inability to control...

With beautiful neighbor
Inability to ask just....

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

Went back to village
our old house
entered removing my shoes
(a culture in INDIA to respect the living place)
found an old arm chair near
the window says more about
my Grandma.  She sits near the window walk through her vision

Went to the kitchen. saw the plates
says more about her love
served along with the food.

Her bedroom can create a guilt
to an unorganised person.

Her continue in cleaning and
arranging garage says more about her
Love towards Grandpa

Her power glass tells more about her
quiet eyes, while watching our
nonsenses...

The arrangements of her dress
says her respect towards
clothing her soul...

and many more....

an identity
of my connection
to this world..

She saw him
a display of arrogance
to enemy
and tender heart
to woman's
she felt
like a strong chill wind
Brushed her
to kindle
"her love heat.."

my soul
drinking her beauty
through my eyes…
like
a tree
drinking sunlight
through its leaves..

She walked in
from East
but he from South
They talk two different language
then
Can't understand
They become dumb and deaf
for few years
They only spoke through eyes
and later
an invention of
universal language
But
this world
Still speak through eyes
Coz
Old habits die hard...

a love
reached her mind
found like a mother board
full of circuit
brain executing multiple activities
so many relation
never know who is who
came out and
to feel safe
entered her bed sheet
and slept hugging her….

Sometimes,
I hate love
coz
whether I want to sit close
whether I want to touch
whether I want to kiss
Its always  
she decide.
It's………….
like posting an application
through gesture
waiting for an approval
feeling small,
curse the
inequality in love….

A soldier came from the war
washing his face.. a man
appeared on the mirror

Soldier feel proud of killing the enemies
the mirror man, you are paid
killer in the name of justice

I never killed its my duty
mirror man, its your karma,
you have been paid for what
you have done..

I did for my country
mirror man, if you did it purely
on patriotism then the karma
fall on the nation, once paid
by all means, its your karma..

If I would not killed them
they could have died any way
they were not here 100 yrs before
will not be 100 yrs after
gave only temporary exit.
*Mirror man, it’s a convincing
fact but karma never know
man made concept and facts..

Chance of dropping her
at the airport.
on the way, I requested
her to Sing or Hum….
She shied.
Till yesterday, everytime
I drove my car
hear humming sound of her.
Do not want to disturb
but listened and
found, the humming pattern
was nothing but her
voice of conversation
on that day.

her lips
are like nachos
am dieting
to taste…

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

I cursed
my pain
Angel appeared
gave a chance to pick
others pain from the
basket.
when opened
realized
mine is far better
and used to…
…….
understood
the pain they carry
according to their
Sin and
Karma
difficult to
interchange….

meeting enemy
to escape, added
more bandage
to look sick..

on the way
saw her
renounced
my bandage..

enemy countdown
*he gave, I took
like beggar
now, in real bandage…

her
first sight
a kind of encroachment
can feel a tent
inside my heart
then.......few days
few gaze
though
no much conversation
can feel the
construction of building
and look like her
permanent residence
as days goes
a garden around
a fear
a doubt
went in and checked
the registration
its not in her name
an understanding
the heart
allowing the construction
in the name of love
not in her
particularly......

Before
break up
She told me
I will make you
weap
Even from my grave..

If you have a sister
an advantage in your life
to relate and reflect...

on terrace
went close to her
hold her hips
she closed her eyes
Is it a signal?
a permission
to do
whatever you want...

Her voice
passing through
the valley
dripping
dripping
honey
stimulate
like a bear
to follow
the trap…

The world perceive
Santa
children's friend
who knows
he was
worshiped
by poor parents
understood
be an altruist
be 'Santa'.

In theatre
discussing about
adult movie..
While making
love…
women are still
and closed their
eyes
"why is it?"
she saw my eyes
and replied,
"painter can
move
not the canvas…"

Why
We love to read
the classic literature
to experience
the innocence of character?

she was my guest
loved my garden
watching her feet
touching my garden
was like
some ******* feeling
every time
she lifted her dress
to wipe her feet..
a display of seduction
to my animal mind..

the lamp
is just a metaphor
for a prayer
taught
Alladin,
how to ask
his wants..

man made
mountains
caves corporate..

I hate it
it falls,
never raises
am not that kind

a war
declared between states
for ownership
of a common river
a sage
walked in between
gave an awareness
'Water goes in
comes out as *****'
think
before the war..

when my colleague
appreciate my performance
I look into their eyes
If they smiled more
they are well wishers
If they avoid my eyes
they are  opportunistic..

a donation
a kind of giving
comes to mind
before donating
to believe
its no longer belongs to us..