Enemy doesn't wait
for you to assault
He does
to expect an olive branch from you

The moon too has to wait to shine

Balloons fly, but they are not kites
Student's not a writer, though he writes
Lamp shines, but it's not a star
Scooter scoots, but it's not a car
Grasshopper jumps, but it's not a boy
Man does antics, but he is not a toy
Lake is not a mirror, though it reflects the face
String ties up things, but it's not a lace
Pipe is round, but it is not a pole
Rain falls, but it's not a waterfall
Neighbour is a human, but not a foe
Relative is a guest, but he is not a low
Passenger bags of help, but he is not a beggar
Thirsty asks for water, but he is not a poor

Its carpet
The fog rolled out
One day leave
The sun took
In stillness-ocean
Breathes the twilight
No song
No rhythm, no ring
At my window
First January
Bold in cold
Waits for me

Addiction to improving oneself
Is addiction to getting excellence

Fear
Makes a child
And I have to run away backward.....

The street lamps
Had fallen prey
To fangs of the fog

The cacophony of traffic
Was the chattering
On the branches

When they came
From behind the board
And stood right before me

It had been compelling
To see the application
Of their mannerism

Why they came and stopped
Like cheerful boys
For chocolates

Had they come
In quest of food
Or it was a promenade

Or a walk to maintain
Their health in a city
That is engulfed

By smog
Though unknowe
Of its ramifications

Had they been out
In a jolly mood
Careless of cold

To welcome winter
The way they always do
And their friends too

They had been
To cheer up their time
In the murky light

For they know
Life is life
When spirit is high

And if it is dark
Or smoky
Nothing matters

Falling on the ground
I thought of my way of standing

Be with your own life
Others are busy in theirs

Whenever I hated you
Love happened

It's quite easy to avoid violence
Think about your own loss

Sorrows come like cyclone
Happiness doesn't come like Godot

If
Your idea
Doesn't work

Revamp your execution

Light is life
Life is light

The rest is dark
Dark doesn't like light

Past is present
Present is past

Support your own ideas.
They are your property.

No matter
How weak you are
How much stronger you are
To fight your weakness matters most

Searching for a partner be on the quantity of understanding each other
And accordingly following each other

Choice is an empty plate.
Whatever you choose becomes
The tasty stuff of it.

Your choice is your genius

With selfishness
Love burns without light

Unrequited love is the song
Of the cuckoo
That sings
In the
Desert.

When my poem takes the birth
You smile through its words

Whatever we think can not satisfy others
Whatever they think cannot be acceptable for us
But we both can do one thing
We must be self contended
Not indulge in criticism

Society is not unsuitable for us
We are not suitable for its beauty

Listen to forgiveness
                 It wants a new world

Make satisfaction very simple
Other things are already harder

Birds sing for all
And therefore nobody hate them

Kindness
Is a beautiful rain

It does not differentiate
Between the higher or lower

The moving water helps people
The still water destroys its own life

Let
The things happen
The way they do

Your obligation
Is to accept them to avoid
Being depressed

The heart is a soft paper
It can't carry the heavy hate far away

The peacock,
With its colourful pinions,
Hits the floor beautifully
In the vertically flowing silver water.

It drinks happiness
That it's its own.

And me is not like it.
I can dance,
But happiness
will not be mine.

My golden wings are gone
Like the straws swept away
By the pumping wind.

Don't think how to win
                   Think how you lost