If children care their parents
They know well how to live a life

Sounds go against silence,
But we need them to get silence!

Each moment is inspiration,
If we take everything on a positive note, and realise we need improvement!

I fear
If I ignored introspection
The stagnant water I will be

If one doesn't change his ill nature
Society changes its attitude

Flower doesn't ever shut its door,
Whoever comes, man or rainbow lorikeet
Why we think brown or black or white?
Society is a flower, how much sweet!

Writing
Is a great
contribution to society

The art of gathering courage
Is the way to precipitate the pressure

My love was clouds
She was never a yellow leaf

We celebrate Valentine Day
But we don't think of mother's day

Selfishness kills every good thing

Every day is a great moment.
Specialising one is making others dull.

Wife
Is also a beautiful girl.

Doesn't she expect
a chocolate from you?

Beyond friendship
                     Abstruse is the inkling
         From strophe to strophe it varies
   Who doesn't seek the meaning?

Beyond friendship
                   Deep lies the root
              Slowly it sprouts to flourish
        Who doesn't crave for the fruit?

Beyond friendship
                    Flows the brook broadly
          It runs through the woods
                Who isn't here ever thirsty

If you doubt her fidelity
You don't love her goodness

There is no special day
To express your love for her

Love is not an occasion
It is time, keeping pace with you

You are sunrise
When my slumber extinguishes

You are moonlight
When darkness opens its big jaw

I know
They aren't going to leave me
Till my rhythm keeps beating

I am worried.
Differences are new members
And living cozily in each family.

No one is quibbling
About their ill nature and behaviour.

All are smug.

At dust,
They go out and Indulge in backbiting.
Abuses are dispatched at the right addresses.
Praises are paid duly for the work.

I think I must be vigilant.
Any of them can visit my home.

I am anxious.
We hail the guest heartily.

Last day,
They tore away one bond.

How long will they survive?
Everyone must ponder over their presence.

Love your girl
As the poet does to his words!

And, in my lamb days
I'd dreamt of a society
Where the neighbour's wall
Would not be pulled down,
But a wide window
Would be fixed;
Water would flow
From one door to the next,
And no sunflower would ever shrivel;
The ruined roof would be repaired
And all would sit under it together,
Enjoying the feast of casper and cabbage;
The pudding would be shared;
The colours would be smeared;
The beads would be calmly chanted and heard;
Then I would proudly articulate
I live in a beautiful India.

Like a ghost
By me he was
I squirmed beneath
And thought of a bug
It stung again
But it was not itchy this time
Third time I got
the shadow of his leg
And realised the situation

Don't love me
I melt down like snow

Hate me much
I am very sharp like a thorn

Keep away from me
Actually I am lie

We are all born
without nothing achievable
So we need to begin to get those things

Everyone
Is breaking somewhere

You too
is being repaired

Wait

Evil wears a mask
At bird's call it's gold
When the dusk is dark
It's silver in one fold

Both melts with Pendulum
And it gets dust, not even plum

If Darkness
Hangs on at your door

Keep
The windows ajar

Don't
Fall into depression

They are the guests

Sunshine is coming soon

Let their Jealousy meet you
They don't know it's selfish
Still stay safe and learn well
Befriending it is being foolish

What a movement, o octopus,
Like a kite, thy soft belly does make;
Are thy arms the thread to fly
Or any beautiful form they take?

Stand
At the shore;
Listen,
My heart breaks
And flows over your feet;
Bow
and push them back
If you can
Or they will
Make their way
But
With no
Perfect place

Getting on in years is a boon
As meeting with God gets nearer

Greed
is worth having
If it's for flowers

All of us
Are sick
of selfishness
And generousness is remedy

Don't lead your parents
You will get lost at the crossing

There is no such rhyme
That spreads any crime

In the yard or at the porch
Everything has been a torch

If words are swords or knives
They have made no cut on lives

It is a bandage with much balm
That prompts hearts to be calm

The cavillers must delve and find
Why it is a dream, a shine and kind

How excruciating
For the little lizard to
Live without its tail

Each moment
My joys are rising
I have been sailing in poetry

When nothing goes in your favour
Don't stop doing them favour
Nothing is cruel
It is moments
Which differ
And
You have to wait

Beyond your expectations
Lies much for you
Get going
And
Explore

Hold one's hand
And feel the moment.
Then look back
How much you have left.

They pause, stand and suspect
A snake-charmer or a juggler
Is passing his hat for his wizardry;
Head into the smiling spectators
Like cows through the curtain,
And feel proud to be in the stands.
They stare, no jaw-dropping,
But a bit grimace to get going,
For the maimed man's cameo,
Lying flat, shaking and groaning,
And shoot his shuddering scene.

If
Passion
To love writing
Doesn't burn your mind
Your words are only crumpled papers

The root of the tree is a moral

Everything
                has something
        special to offer
How we receive them
                Makes a big difference

People
Want to be loved
But they forget they have to be flowers

It's light
That pulls us out
When we have fallen
Into the pool of darkness

The paper on which my words live
Love my pen that brings them from my mind
And I love both as they are humble to strive
With all kinds of words, kind or unkind