Love has lost its lustre
Nobody is going to die for it now

In the field of his mind
He had sown seeds
Of massive neighbourhood

Today I watch a giant oak

Sheep shelter there
When the sun is on rampage
And they wish
To take their feet off the pedestal

Bees hang their cottages

Squirrels' sliding is aplenty

Singers from Pakistan and India
Sing their songs in proximity

I'm transformed
I have a desire for this dreamland villa.

Raising
One's
Own morale
Even after the defeat

Is a miracle
To do the ordinary in a miracle way

'I' is always big,
Yet it has to stand
With small 'h' and 'm'

Only 'I' cannot do wonders
In a single sentence

Graphics
    Are the behaviour
             To beautify the paper

The weakest weakness of man

Is to give up

By seeing

Only a small river to cross

It's one of the wonderful day of your life
When you think
That you have to achieve

Something---Unbelievable

Beyond the holding hands on escalators,
Eating pani puri,
And putting into each other's mouth,
Letting her head on my shoulder
In the park,

I would watch your eyes
And dive into them
To reach her soul
And listen to its beating
For me.

Like photography,

Friendship needs your favour.

If you have a well developed mind

You can catch any beautiful scene

In one go.

Life is short
But not too short
That we cannot spend some time
On making it beautiful

The joyful plays of children
Have been stolen by mobile.

Who will dare
To file a chargesheet?

Burying is over
People make their way out
On the grave the shades of trees sleep
Outside the hustling bustling gets rhythm
The churchyard gate
Is the wall between two worlds
No one wants to get in
Burying is over
Everything is over

In the boat
Of my dreams

I wanna you sit
And steer it to its fulfilment

In this age of

Wars: wars of words,

Wars of land distribution

And wars of weapons,

Rage a new war of love
That squash all, yes, all..

Branches
Put off their clothes

A strong wish
Or abject surrender
To seething weather

Escaping is inevitable
Wearing new ones too

The rain sweeping dirt;
My hands to Heaven
To sweep our thick dirt too..

Boeing in shambles;
Nature is furious ever?
We are always wrong!

Children's tiny toys
Dispersed at the one stroke of
Wind; injustice.

If
You want to be a praiseworthy
And respected thief

Steal only hope of each person

If you have entered into a problem
There is a way to come out
Nothing has only entrance

No opportunity will ever follow you
You will have to chase it without being impatient

Imagination
Does wonders for every work

Everyone has an opinion for your problem
But
Only few have time

The moment one borns
                The chasing of one's goal begins

You will have to burn
Like the sun
If you have passion
To serve mankind

When a man
Suprresses a rising evil
Of his children

He serves society
By making his house
A happy place

They won't tell you
It's orange or guava
They don't ask you
To buy them that
Tiny toy or shiny shirt
In the showcase
For none they are
Nuances or burden
Keats's sensuousness
Doesn't chram them
Still they move on
Though silently
With rainbow
On their faces
Masking every whiff
Of sobs or grief
To our nosey eyes
How swot, how illustrious, how cool
There is a wide space
Unoccupied in their hearts
And they know anticipation
Of caving is a self deceit
A silver partner,
Like their shadows,
Walks along with them
Each of their footfalls
Is worth praising
As they dishes out
Inspiration to broken hearts
That life is not lived as it is
But it is created and then lived
When it's comfort to us

The key to solving any puzzle

Is courage

And after ages and ages

It will be only courage

Until a nation
Builds poles of love and harmony
Among its people

Its bridge of prosperity
Cannot stand long

If mother were a form of poetry
I would compose only this
In thy praise throughout my life
o my mother........

In that rainbow moment,

The precious coral,

While walking

On the leafy track,

Thy eyes,

Those brown stars,

Gazing,

Like a deer

In quest of its fawn,

Over thy shoulder,

Had arrested my soul,

And incarcerated me

Into the marriage,

A life sentence of ecstasy!

Sitting under the tree
And lying in the lawn

Can never be replaced
By any new technology

That provides delight

People will laugh at you
Be smart enough to join them
But be careful of their mind.

I don't care
If the pains flow over me
For I know
Their nature is to recede

It matters most
How you walk out
Through
The scorching heat
In quest of
A quiet bower

Seesaw is here.

The rain patters

On the heels of

The sharp pins

Falling off the

Burning globe.

Shivering goes out,

But soon gets in.

The windows and doors

Are toothless.

Sometimes the guest

Departs after digging out

Some thrilling moments.

Don't comment;
Complement.
This is the way
To feel better
By spending your time
On others.

Cheering your own sadness
Is a kind invitation to happiness

If someone says something about you
It's not the conclusion about your
Character
It's just their frustration
Because nothing has been said about them

My true friend is

Goodness

He accompanies me everywhere

Visibly, invisibly

Better to keep mouth shut
If the idea we have in our mind
Is based on our nature
Not on the demanding-situation

'I'
Is very selfish

Still
A charming personality

A great dilemma

Should I hate it

Or love it

The language of beauty
Is understood
Only by the soul

Does it make sense
To try to understand
The reason of leaves
Falling and falling
Here in March

Sit cosy
Under the tree
And let your senses eat
the heavenly peace

If I eat a loaf
Without sharing it
With my hungry neighbour

It's something else
That's not mentioned
In the book of human life