Some may consider you a pagan god
But you are the most handsome lord
You are blue in colour
And are invincible in valour

You reared the cattle
But led a pierce battle
You are the darling of shepherd women
And you are undoubtedly supra human
You play the flute with divine melody
No poet can extol your musical prosody
You are a thief of butter
No one can describe you better

Like Jesus you were born in a cattle shed
Your divine word the whole world spread
You are most romantic and highly philosophic
You are beyond the purview of any religious critic

She lives in the far off west
But her poems I consider to be the best
She writes with such an ease
That my gloom she will instantly release

She is not my lover
But my spiritual giver
I remember her for ever
She is a poetic tower

I live in the corner of the east
For my heart and soul her poetry is a feast
She has not even seen my face
I will try to compete with her in the poetic race
I know I am a tiny toy in space
But I will continue to adore her for her poetic grace

When I ***** in the dark
Her poetry strikes me like a divine spark
When bored , she gets me to her poetic park
If I feel totally depressed
Her poetry makes me completely refreshed
When I lose my hope, she becomes my pope

When I suffer from thirst
Her poetic juice does she ******
When I pine for hunger
She comes to me like a classical singer
And gifts me her poetic plum
And makes me blissfully calm

When I suffer from insomnia
She comes to my bed
And lulls me to sleep
When I awake from sleep
Through the window does she peep
Because of her many divine benefits I reap
She follows me day and night
And makes my life spiritually bright

What is in a name?
If it gets a lot of fame
Satan writes poems like God
Raskal is a wise poet
Viper is  abeautiful poetic creeper
Crystal Heart’s poetry is really very smart
Dawn to dusk writes poems with a great twist
One may be called with a beautiful name
His life might be full of shame
Some write poems with many fictitious names
The fellow poets call them by names
Your soul is more important than your so called name
Life is a mysterious and miraculous game
We leave this mythical world after playing our parts
Our aim should be winning more and more noble hearts

I am a man of great pluck
I rarely believe in luck
From the bottom I try to reach the peak
And try to know where I am weak

I know I am greater than I think I am
And try my level best to be calm and warm
And I have the courage to face any fierce storm
Encourage myself by beholding nature’s charm

I know trials and tribulations are very common
And I have to face them courageously as man
I am not worried about my life span
And try to live as best as I can

I do believe in cosmic power
And try to climb the spiritual tower
Nature gives me the ability to recollect
And soI stretch my every nerve to be perfect

I am an incomparable queen
My pristine beauty can only be seen
It can never be depicted in words
For me many kings draw out their swords

My lips are more beautiful than rose petals
And my hips are softer than jasmine bouquets
One may die looking at my bubbly *******
No wonder the kings want to enter my interior crusts

My eyes are lovelier than wild lilies
My hair flows on my shoulders like rivers
My waist makes a feast to beholders’ eyes
The cupid shoots at me the wreaths of flowers

But only a brave king enters the kingdom of my beauty
For him I devotionally discharge my romantic duty
And dedicate my body, heart and soul
That should be any woman’s natural goal

I am a bunch of grapes
Squeeze me into juice
And drink me to quench your thirst

I am a tasty plantain
Peel me and swallow
Me to satiate your hunger

I am a jasmine flower
****  my nectar
Like a buzzing bee

I am huge mountain
Climb me like a mountaineer
And reach the highest peak

I am a deep valley
And ****** deep into me
To fathom my inexplicable beauty

I am a pure ******
Don’t miss my eternal kiss
Hug me like a hissing snake
And have the divine bliss

A poet is an ordinary human being
But he always thinks of others’ well being
He often grapples with the problem of rhyming
And aims to post his poem with great timing

A poet usually writes with great passion
And he is a  person of great emotion
He may have certain personal blemishes
But he tries to write with beautiful flourishes

A poet promptly responds to what happens around
Her knowledge of the world is very sound
She lives with the quite common man
But thinks like a superman and supra human

A poet has great social responsibility
He tries to present the reality
He may suffer from vanity
But he is never devoid of humanity

India is the biggest democratic state
The voters always decide her fate
The fate of a political party depends on its popularity
The powerful and tactful party gets the majority

One party discusses the construction of Rama’s temple
Its political, hidden agenda is very simple
The other parties talk about secularity
It always tries to woo the considerable minority

The other leftist parties often talk about the poor
But they never get their votes for sure
Before the election liquor flows like a river
Voters get money notes in a beautiful cover

The luckiest party grabs the power
The elected members try to climb the tower
Corruption seems to be the order of the day
No part is likely to show the right way

In democracy, parties are meant
To be different. But that is not quite apparant

When I sleep in the dark
*****  try to wake me up
But I don’t listen
The sun enters my bed
And touches me with his warm hands
Then I wake up from my slumber
This has been happening since my childhood
I was a student forty years ago
Now I am a teacher student
Still I go to the same school
I was a child forty years ago
Now I am father to two children
I think I am a childish man
My roles have changed
But my behaviour hasn’t
I think the basic nature of a child
Doesn’t change even it turns into  a man or a woman
Because child is the father of man

Can a poet write a poem
For the sake writing a poem?
I think he will certainly can
But it becomes mere fun

A poet needs to be emotionally touched
His creativity is incredibly recharged
A beautiful poem is instantly released
And the reader is immeasurably pleased

Unless something touches his heart
There can be no creation of everlasting art
Spontaneous overflow of emotions is poet’s natural part
It makes his poems immensely smart

A poet can't always write at his best
He needs to pass the readers' test
If jaded, he needs considerable rest
His poem becomes  the seeting sun in the west

Good friendship is like noon sun
Looks smaller in the beginning
But grows bigger and bigger by evening

Bad friendship is like morning sun
Looks bigger in the beginning
But gets smaller and smaller by noon

It is better to have fewer friends
And to retain them for life
Than have many friends
And lose one by one soon

A friend doesn’t happen on a face book
He/she should grow in our heart
Like a plant in earth
Which grows bigger and bigger
And branch out for posterity and eternity

Caste in India is a dense forest
Ambedkar  wanted to make it a plain
And tried his best to abolish it in right earnest
But he knew full well that he was in vain

If one wants to cut a poisonous plant
The other shouts like a maddening giant
The environmentalist feels deforestation is dangerous
So the re-forestation makes him curious

The wise believe deforestation is a myth
The roots are so entrenched in earth
The trees will continue to branching out and out
And grow and grow to a greater height

Rural fairies with their soft hands plant the corn
To make the black earth green
And turn it into a delightful scene
The green corn turns yellow in the morn

The corn sprouts from the earth
Like Jesus gets eternal re-birth
The farm becomes greenery
I wonder at nature’s nice scenery

The earth becomes a green carpet
And becomes astonishingly beautiful to look at
Plantation of corn is nature’s great citation
It becomes a golden carpet in rotation

I wonder at the beauty of plantation
It is more beautiful than Keats’ quotation
More enjoyable than any musical sensation
I think it’s God’s mysterious revelation

I am successful
but she says I am a failure
i am in a fix

I adore the seasonal harvest
To our eyes it makes a feast
The sun rays make the golden corn
A delightful and lovely morn

The corn bends with the grain
In a soft flowing breeze and rain
And looks like a beautiful woman with  gold ear rings
My heart and soul naturally and delightfully sings

After the harvest women carry the mounds on their head
Like the angels in heaven beautifully and gracefully tread
When the corn is thrashed to the floors
It looks like a heap of golden pearls
What a joy to be a farmer!
And to behold nature’s graceful corner!

The greatest blessing for a woman is to be a  mother
Like a tree grew up from the earth
A child comes out from the womb of a mother
Only a woman can give all of us birth

Mother is as patient as our holy hand
Who bears with all impurities of humans
But remains pure and cool with her loving hand
She is beautiful in all seasons

Mother may be young, middle aged or old
But her heart is really made of gold
Without earth there is no nature
Without mother nor is any human future

A child may go away from mother’s breast
As a tree’s roots are entrenched in earth’s crest
His/her leanings are in mother’s hearty grace
That is the beauty of human race

She is a poetic muse
Her poems I always choose
Like an electrical fuse
She sends out great power
And like a sprinkling shower
She makes me shiver
A perennial river
Who has cosmic power
She sits at the tower
From her wonderful quiver
She shoots the arrows of flower
Like an angel’s delightful wings
Her writings are imperishable sayings
She is a divine rose
And makes me doze
Her poetry is intoxicating wine
Far brighter than sunshine
She is lovelier than moonlight
And makes our souls bright
She comes from heavenly light
To cause all of us great delight
She belongs to the universe
And is immortal in her verse
I sit at her tender feet
Wondering at her poetic feat
Let us all give her a big hand
As she makes our lives so grand
She is a nectar ******* bee
Could you guess who that muse could be?

You are the greatest king
Who adorns the golden cart
Studded with sparkling diamonds
Pulled by a divine horse
Of imagination and innovation
Which pulls the silvery
Wheels of images and figures

The horse is running
Through villages,cities
And different nations
And  he likes to fly
Even into the sky
With its gifted wings
And doesn’t want to take rest
As it  is galloping at its best

When I was sleeping soundly yesterday night
You entered my bed room through the window
And caressed my whole body with your soft hands

When I awoke I was surprised to see your
Angelic beauty and milky white
You looked like a silvery dame

I followed you leaving my wife on bed
I wanted to make love with you the whole night
But you hid yourself behind the thick of trees

When I came to the trees
You disappeared into the clouds
Leaving me alone in the dark

You came out after a while to make love with a star
And deserted me and leaving me alone afar
I came back to my bed disillusioned
And spent a sleepless night

Only for the child does exist the school
Forgetting this, a teacher becomes a fool
He should always be very cool
And should never try autocratically to rule

A child is not a blank paper
He is the knowledge creator
And he/she is not an empty slate
But he/she is incredibly great

A teacher should never underestimate the child
And never believe his behaviour is so wild
A child is not an insignificant creature
He has got an inestimable bright future

Learning doesn’t happen by mere teaching
It happens by observing, experimenting
Meaning making, exploring and experiencing
A teacher shouldn’t resort to child’s fault finding

The frequency of the teacher and the taught must be the same
Then the teacher gets an unbelievable name and fame
The difference between teaching and learning gets lost
The language construction and knowledge creation becomes so vast

If I want to choose between violence and inaction
I will surely choose the former
because some action is better than inaction

If you don’t take the initiative
Somebody will take it
Non-initiation is so detrimental