I'm a great fan of the lizard;

It doesn't hurry in getting its food,

But rather has patience and waits for its great mojo

The absence
Of even a smallest thing
Brings to our mind
That we cannot survive
Without assistance

I stood on one leg
On a small stone in the river

The waves came and went away
They didn't dare to face my inner strength

My courage is a hunter

And it hunts in its own style
No fears can escape
from its razor-sharp arrows

Better to not send
any Encouragement to put me down
Or no remanants will be found anywhere

It's the tiger, hungry and ruthless.

Last Chance
Has never enjoyed my hospitality
At my home
It sounds bizarre
Like the piping by crickets in winter
I'm not stingy
It has never come to me
And on account of
my chemistry with First Chance
I've never invited or called him
I've no animosity against him
This is a different matter
I want to keep him away of my life
First Chance is my favourite
I've crush on him
It fulfills my necessities

Love
Shakes everyone
Even the strongest one

It's earthquake

Grief
Is a spider

If you let it roam in your heart
It will weave its web

consuming some space

I'm never afraid
Of being

What-my-parents-wsnt-me-to-be

For my bravery is my goodness

Going back
Has no future for me.

Let me dare to go forward
And jump into the ring of unknown circumstances

If we cannot hug a weeping child
In the street

We're timid

Decision-taking
Is a well judged and flourishing inning
By M. S. Dhoni,
And that makes a big difference in the end.

Tripped?

Collect yourself
And move forward.

It's human bravery!

If she offers her wet lips to me
In the rainy night
At the pole

I will demand one word

CHASTITY

Before marriage

If she followed me
I will solemnise the ceremony with her

Pessimism

Is a sinking boat

And you're conpanionless

The longer you're in it
The more fearful you're
And at greater risk of losing yourself

A glass of water
Could save a single life

A droplet of compassion
Could save thousands

Madness is a bad thing;

Madness is the way to get through.

The reason
That snow is liked by all

Is

It never refuses to melt away

Are you afraid
Of tragedies in your life?

Is it not tragedy
That you live your whole llife
Without winning your ignorance
That keeps you away from the wishes of God

Man hasn't come down the earth to drink wine

He has to prove
He is the best creature

It's the wish of God

Whatever I do in my life
Must be completely different

From what a wicked man does

Failing to understand a person
Forget to go against him for a while

After sunshine on the floor
I've seen zero

After moonlight on the road
I've seen sunshine

What should I choose from evil and good?

If you cannot chew my poems

No problem

Chips are very crispy

After war
They might impose anything on you

but not the language

The side effects of loneliness is
It creates laziness in the person

The person
Who has nothing to do

                Is a big threat to society

No need to make a call to Happiness
If it's resting on the hill
And you are standing for him

He has no skill for technology

He will come to you
At the behest of Fate

If he doesn't do
Have patience
For he cares everyone
Though he is late comer

If the priest
Ask me
To put on his clothes
And take part in absolution

I would love to watch the tree
drop its sins one by one

And get surprised and learn
How it becomes a child again

Play with your pain
In the veranda
Or in the park
Regardless of what time it's
Let him move freely
And spend much time with it
Until it says I have to go

But don't let him climb
On your shoulders and back

We always blame fog
To ****** our warmth in winter

There's no blame to light
That doesn't let us talk to stars

Dark things are more valuable
Because they make white things beautiful

And white thingss have no business

After each effort
We expect the things
Shaping as per our desire or dream

Wait, they say invisibly
We hear the unsaid prescription

This is the time
Where we need to get
How things bloom or burn away

What we hope for isn't the reality
Till it's the reality we have that in our basket

Expecting the things to happen in our favour
Isn't bad either

Tears that run through our cheeks to handkerchieves

Will reshape into our courage

A little fortitude is enough

In this 21st century, the age of selfies,
I would tell your smile is cute

And I'm sure
You'd fall in love with me

For people are hungry to hear a single word

Out here in the strange city,
Away from parents, wife and children,
I feel like home in the park

When. A squirrel runs to catch my offered biscuits
And I react like its father

In a state of aloofness
We experience the importance of society

That we miss
Each hour
In the day and night

Go hard and rub hard
Against selfishness

It's keeping you away
From those
Who carry pitchers of love
For your undying thirst

You love poetry or not
It's not going anywhere
It lives in the blood of man

He
Who seeks
Outer beauty
Is the one
Who has lost his inner beauty

Keep contact with broken things

To build up a single room of happiness

You will need some of them

I'm as big as your dream
As the future of your only child
As the prayer changing the course of one's life

My lap is the sea
Water flows out from my each limb

You call in me
Like a a groom to his bride
After the marriage is solemnised
Like a student to study my anatomy
Like a researcher to go deep into me

They stumble upon treasures, intact.

I'm in the pictures everywhere
I'm the meteor gleaming green in the day

I'm what makes Indians feel proud of their country

Thy lips are lemon
Still I wanna kiss them
For I have to live with you

We're married

On a branch,
A butterfly fluttered and flapped.

I said, "May I help you?"

It returned, "My wings are weak, not my efforts."

We have a brief conversation.
It's astonishing.
This era of frustrations
Doesn't let us carry our voice across.
Make it longer.
We would reap a great fortune.

The patches of fog
Stitch themselves behind the glass

I can't see the blooms down in the garden
But I believe they're there like stars in the day

Misfortune blurs things, not destroy them

More than often,

You have to lose your comfort
To break the stones into pieces

To build up
Your tomorrow

Everyone reacts to whatever they get, Unsolicited.

You need to be calm.

Wisdom doesn't sparkle
It flows and creeps into veins

Difficult times
Might pin your face,
Scratch your skins
Hinder the way of your dreams

Remember,
They don't know
Where your hope live
And patience sits

If they know
Remember
Both are locked in
And the key is in your hand

Sounds are unbidden guests,
Some have invitations

I Keep or don't keep ears doors open
They enter themselves

If I offer them any seats to linger,
It's my choice

But I want my ears to be honest

The child
Is a typewriter
Whatever we speak
It types for itself to follow

Whenever you begin

                     It's the best time

Achievement isn't time bound