A true friend adds meaning to your life
A man may not have a wife
But without a friend his life is mere strife
Loneliness is a double edged knife

A woman may not have a husband
But a friend is a must on this land
He/she lends his/her helping hand
Without a friend her life is as wasteful as sand

A friend shares our joy
Our heart becomes as light as a toy
A true friend shares our grief
The suffering becomes very brief

Tell me your friend, I will tell what you are
A friend should be a shining star
He will give us light
And makes our lives bright

Why don’t you choose a nice friend?
Your boredom will soon end
Friendship is a beautiful flower
It is the gift of our life giver

A friend should be our life’s cream
He/she should be a part of our team
Life is just like a game
Losing it sometimes is not a shame

A friend relieves your gloom
He/she makes your life bloom
Our life is a beautiful dream
We should make it a running stream

You are  my  dear foreign  *******

You have become our watch word

You conquered the whole world

You are a piercing, powerful bird

You are a big vulture

The destroyer of Indian culture

You devoured almost all the other birds

It is very pleasing to hear your words

Once you made the sun never set

Many rules have you got

Have you ever followed them yet?

For the rich and the elite you are a pet

Everybody wants to make friends with you

Why do you bless a chosen few?

Your genealogy is rather difficult to cite

Your access to the rural poor is a pathetic plight

In alien places you come to our rescue

The entire human race looks for you in a queue

The readers wonder who you are.

You may not be a living creature.

I don't want make a lot of fuss
It is left to the readers to make a right guess

An unknown poet lives in a village
HELLO POETRYhas become his only adage
He lives with his mother
From her womb he came one day
And also lives with his wife
Into his womb he goes every day
He had two lovely daughters
They are as pure as rain waters
His wife loves him
But hates his mother
His mother too loves him
But hates his wife
They look two poles apart
And for his autobiography became the plot
When his children were younger
They loved their grand mother
But they now love their own mother
These happenings silently the poet has to bother
When there is a quarrel between the two
The poet says ”much might be said on both sides”
Because he can not take any sides
The poet’s wife wishes for his mother’s death
But his mother does not want to leave this earth
Only God should show the poet the right path

A poet should write
Whatever he feels right
Though what he does write
May not always be right

He may write a poor man’s plight
Or a rich man’s air plight
Even the blind poet can write
With his wonderful mind’s sight

The readers do get real delight
When they understand what he does cite
A poet has both insight and foresight
So that the readers can happily recite

My soul becomes spontaneously bright
When I read a fellow poet’s nice write
Creativity is  a poet’s divine might
Which keeps his heart and soul light

A poet may not make a wrong a right
But he can depict what exactly is not right
Poetry is actually meant for soul’s delight
There are many such a great poet on this site

The depression in the sea
Has caused her mother SKY to weep
continuously for twenty four hours
Her tears rolled in to streams and rivers

The farmers are weeping
As their labour ,dreams
And crops have been washed
Out by the incessant tears

The atmosphere looks gloomy
Every body looks dejectd
Except the school children
Who seem to enjoy themselves

The class rooms are full of waters
Some children are making paper boats
Some children stay indoors and feel happy
They don’t need to listen to the boring lessons

Children feel that the lessons are tiring
And the methods are out dated
Teachers don’t seem to mend their ways
They have stopped learning as they are teachers

Seven days ago I went to my coconut farm

And saw a fairy in her beautiful form

She was like a real dame

I followed her without any shame



I was bewitched by her teasing smile

And I set aside my reading file

I forgot my scholarship and wisdom for a while

And was fooled for her style



She led me to her unknown land

I caught her tender hand

We lay on the soft  sand

I thought she was a pure miss

And longed for her hot kiss

Our love game was very grand



I thought As if I were in heaven

With her I spent days seven

The last day I had a bad dream

A demon shook my left arm



I was in hospital bed

The doctor was testing my blood

My heart trembled like a swift flood

I paid the penalty for my fraud

I became very sad

Because I got the punishment from God

A tiny stone creates
a lot of ripples
on calm waters
as a word of spate
causes turbulent
emotions
in the heart
of a pure man
A drop of poison
spoils the bowl
of manna
like a wrong note
discords the symphony
of an enthralling orchestra

People think you are very tender
Because of your fair gender
But you are very cruel
And don’t know how we feel

The moment you look at us
You will instantly pick
And adorn your stylish lock
You separate us from our dear mother

You mercilessly dive a sharp needle
Into our gentle heart
And a make a beautiful wreath
To glorify your beauty

You sprinkle us on your wonderful bed
For making love with your love bird
In your ecstasy and privacy
You for get our delicacy

In the very morning
Unmindful of our suffering
You throw us into a huge heap
Ignoring our inconsolable grief and weep

You  are  the beautiful moon
But you can’t be bright
Without my powerful light
I am the glorious sun

You are a wonderful flower
But I am a buzzing bee
I will **** your nectar
You will make me a victor

I am a stupendous mountain
You are an amazing snow fall
You will beautify me
I am dutiful to you

You are a running river
I am a roaring sea
You will rush to me
I will embrace you

I am the season’s king
The beautiful spring
You are the melodious cuckoo
How melodiously you sing!

you are the burning fire
ButI am the cooling water
Without me you will blast and burst
Only I can quench your thirst

I am the shining day
You are the dark night
We meet twice every day
In the morning and in the evening

You are the sparkling nature Goddess
I am the gorgeous God
People may call us by different name
You and I are the only one and the same

After the incessant rain
Comes the glorious sunshine
A day’s depressing gloom
Is relieved by a blossoming bloom

After the tempest’s harm
Comes the great calm
An extreme pain
May give an unbelievable gain

The glorious sun rays
Dispel the dark ways
In the autumn the beautiful leaves fall
But in spring we hear the cuckoo’s melodious call

The summer heat almost consumes us
But we feel the cool breeze
Our suffocation it will release
And our uneasiness will soon cease

The rain sprinkles our heart
We are a part of nature’s art
Our life span may be short
But we should make it smart

What is this life even on Christmas?
What is this life
If it is full of hate and spate?.
We always suffer from strife
Those who love even their foes are great

Love is the best word to hear
Jesus has created us to have a meaningful life
Then heavenly Father comes near
Jealousy is a double edged knife

Kindness and mercy are the eternal values
Jesus is an embodiment of supreme sacrifice
Religion is not an amalgamation of rituals
But it should keep us away from vice

December makes me remember Jesus Christ
He is undoubtedly the son of God
He is greater than Mount Everest
and relieves us of all our fraud

We are the precious gifts of God

But we have to bear the brunt of rod

We beg for alms but noone cares or loves

Our tender hands hit the hills with hammers



We have feelings,emotions and longings

but we are nobody’s belongings

The cruel mothers have left us

And the irresponsible fathers ignored us



We work in the sun and in the rain

Our life is full of extreme pain

There is no colour or joy in our life

It is a perpetual mental and physical strife



We want to go to school and play

But we live and sleep on the clay

We have burns,bruises and diseases

The cold society does’nt hear our voices



OH God! Kiss us,caress us and love us

Or atleast **** us and redeem us

We can nolonger bear the woes

Save us as soon as please

God is the divine master
This universe is his great school
We are all his students
The earth is his black board

God has holy readers in his hand
The bible, The Gita, the Koran and the like
He teaches lessons disinterestedly
And doesn’t love any body individually

Some listen to him with attention
And some others mock at him with bad intention
Some reach great heights
And the rest suffer from pathetic plights

God is the universal post man
Who brings the letter addressed to us
It may be a wedding invitation
Or the death message of a beloved friend

Love is the essence of life

Without which life becomes meaningless

Lesser people may have Familial love

Greater people have universal love



Some live only to eat tasty food

For others they don’t do any good

They are animals in the wood

And enjoy life as long as they should



Some live for only money

Just like bees they make honey

Some others live for humanity

It’s the greatest quality



Some lived and died for truth

They sacrificed even their youth

They always followed Holy path

We need their purification bath



Jesus is the eternal light

He makes our lives bright

He is dearly called Christ

And is our universal priest

I don’t want to spend Christmas

Drinking tasty wine

And dancing with beautiful women

I don’t believe in the theory of

Enjoying a day very merrily

And the other day worriedly



Jesus lived and died

For certain divine values

LOVE

PEACE

MERCY

KINDNESS

SACRIFICE

AND FORGIVENESS

The values I cherish

Because only they make me flourish

Or else I will perish

Let’s all the eternal principles nourish

A house

A house
without books
is a house
without windows and ventilators

Poets are birds
Birds use wings
And poets imagination to soar
High into the sky
Birds have light wings
Poets have delightful souls
Like birds poets knew no boundaries
They can cross any ocean
Or any nation
The **** wakes the world with his singing
And the poet with his writing
A pea-**** makes a beautiful dance
The poet depicts it in the lively verse
A cuckoo tells the arrival of the spring
With her melodious song
The poet creates a beautiful poem on spring
Which will stay for so long
Like a crow the poet tells
The world to share food
Like an eagle
The poet can see very far
Each bird tells something new
With its way of living
Each poet tells something noble
With his way of scribbling
Birds are part of nature
Poets describe its feature
Only poets look into future
They are creatures of great stature

I knew the value of time
When I watched films too much
Failed in my intermediate
And wandered aimlessly
Like a drifting cloud in the sky

I knew the value of time
When my father had been buried
Before I got to the burial ground
By just an hour late

I knew the value of time
When I missed the train
On which I got my berth
By just a minute

I would have been a respectable doctor
If had utilized my time properly in my youth
But there is no scope for ifs and buts in life
What we are matters more than what we could have been

The clouds can’t stop the glory of the rising  sun
Nor can the earth hide the shining moon
If you want to throw up clay or mud
It will surely fall on your head

Nobody can tarnish the image of a noble man
A foolish dog may bark at a holy man
An idiot woman living in a glass house
Can’t throw stones at a passing man

Our life is not like traveling in a bullet proof van
The greatness of a man lies in respecting woman
Man is not woman’s rival but her true companion
The earth should revolve round the sun

During summer
When it was suffocating
As if I were choked
I felt that the rainy season
Was the best
When it was raining incessantly
Like an unwanted guest
I thought the winter was the best
When the cold was biting
Me like a knife and a scorpion
I felt summer was far better
I think I need to change my attitude
During summer I will enjoy
The heavenly breeze in the night
And the cuckoo’s divine music
In the morning
During the rainy season
I will glare at the pearls
Falling from heaven
During winter
I will behold
The silvery screen
And the angels
Around me

MAN WITHOUT HUMANITY

A lion does not **** another lion
A tiger does not annihilate another tiger
But a man slaughters another man
For his own selfish reason

A brother kills his own brother
The sin or crime he does not bother
Man is given wonderful brain
Most times it goes in vain

Man assassinates man in the name of religion
Or for the mere difference of region
A woman burnt her own daughter
The illicit contact is the real matter

Man is worse than a beast
He does anything for his own feast
Shywolf(a fellow poet) is rather depressed
Because man’s humanity is compressed

Man should preserve his own race
He should never lose his grace
Let’s all pray for world peace
And not divide it piece by piece

The heart of a woman
is as deep and calm as
the sea
and as furious
and destructive
as  a tempest

A human comes to this
mysterious world
naked and weeping
and leaves  it
naked when
others
will be
weeping

Yesterday is a dream
tomorrow is a vision
only to day is a Present
given  to us by God

A war is
a Red scar
written  with  blood
on
a piece of
white paper

What follows
me in the light
is not my shadow
but my caste
which
does not
leave me
until
I go deep into
the dark

A POEM
IS
A POEM
ALTHOUGH
THERE
IS
NOTHING
IN
IT
AS
A BOOK
IS
A
BOOK
ALTHOUGH
THERE
IS
NOTHING
IN

Our life on earth is a mystery
But we should find a page in history
We can not get it by becoming rich
Or crying at the top of our pitch

We should do noble things
And follow the noble sayings
Read the holy books
And have benign looks

We should help the poor
And go on a holy tour
Do something for our society
On the needy we should take pity

We don’t know what happens after death
Nothing is permanent on earth
We should pray to God
And be free from any fraud

Only God should be our Lord
He is undoubtedly our guard
We should not make any sin
God saves us like his own skin

Sometimes  prayer
seems to be an
unaddressed letter
it will neither
reach the destination
nor can we
take it back
and write
the address

A kind word is
A beautiful bird
It  travels
All over the
World
And fly
As high
As the sky
And touches
Every heart
And the source of
Any art
The
Main
Aspect
Of
Human
part