Debris of human
Vices and vanity and
God's wrath, a message!

"Hey children!  I am here,  see,
Your old friend, a little dark bee,
On pinions, to and fro, in the sky!"

"whenever you wanna my gift
Scuttle to our house, uplift,
And spoon sugar-globules and sit,

And muse over our labour
In the sun, so hot and so hotter,
And how we build our asset thither,

In the storm so sharp and rough
And when snow falls it gets tough
To **** nectar with handcuff. "

" How immensely our hopes go up
In all events and never drop in a cup!
This is the way to cross the big hiccup!"

"Do you pine for our fruits, so golden
That blooms after repose is shaken?
Follow us, do us, ere your dream is broken"

O tiger!
Break up thy sharp arrows
And not shoot on the emaciated bones!

Don't set the woods on fire,
Stretch thy body under leafy roof
And welcome the lamb
To shake the hand!

In gloom gleams the moon
And over the pebbles leap
The ripples and flow!

Lies pass away
Like rainless clouds.

Dishonesty is crushed
When it turns into a dictator.

These are moral values,
So pious, so perpetual!

They are the young moon,
Glittering and giving light
When the world is in darkness.

The gentle breeze
played guitar
Struting the greeen strings;
The jolly rain
did ballroom dance
To welcome the glowing moon.
I lingered in the meadows
to drink eternal ecstasy
as she shook away her scarf.

Dalit is black, sure.
He is a human being, sure.
You are white, sure.
Your hate is thorn, sure.

Fill your mouth with snow
Summer will pass smoothly

Shabby dress clad
On the bed
He lay there
For full circle of clock
Malodorous
The whole room stunk
And I struggled
To spend the whole day

The Champion  is a sprinter
He keeps running to reach his destination

Charity is a noble deed;
And  a hand for friendship.

Laugh
if you lose the game
among the spectators in the open!

laugh
if you fail to catch a falling star
when there is only gloom in the sky!

laugh
if a piece of apple slip from your hands
and then nothing is left for your belly!

laugh
if meet with a mishap
as you are on the road for an evening walk!

laugh
if coins stop clanking in your pockets
and your children don't leave your fingers!

laugh
if your wife is not contented with her dress
to charm the guests at a beautiful ball!

laugh
for you are alone
and others will jeer at you if you grimace!

laugh
for life is a pool of sadness
and balance it with laughter!

On the throne he sat.
Will he attend its funeral?
For their life it lives.

Believe truth
                   lies flee
                             Confusion dies
                                               You will do fly

Ah! My love dry up my tears!
No more i can drink solitude.
So painful what my bosoms bears!
Come! Your love is my food.

O ascetic!  Why you live
In a dark tunnel-cave,
Estranged from your family?

Ah! You always speak
Like an old man sans teeth!

Don't you feel dearth of love
That flows on our wonderful land?

children, you know!
I am the soul
that enters into all:
chair, copy, cooker, ****
and they walk and move like a flock.

children, you know!
I resemble supreme power
that reigns in english literature.
I make the objects speak;
all follow me and never shriek.

The pegion is flying
The eagle chasing----
Eyes are watching

One child asked
An old scavenger
At the back of
Old Delhi Railway Station

What's ******* you collect
Like a kid to chocolates?

It's more than chocolates
And more than my name
I have to drag along with me
But not more than your smile
That also blooms in my cottage

Teach your children
Success can be achieved through hard work
Though you fail many times;
But respect only once through goodness of character!

There
Is philosophy
In the hives.
The snakes
Hiss to throw
Their rage
Over the
Soft soils.
They said
Not more than
seven hundred
On gallows
This time.
There
Is philosophy
In their verdict.
A scheme to
Spread massacre
Of brotherhood
peace and harmony
There
Is philosophy
To chew bones
Of their own.

Grasshoppers skating;
A halo of sunshine and
breeze playing the flute...

Let
Your backbone move at its wish
Leaves can not offer resistance to the trunk

If broken
Limbs will stifle in anguish in isolation
And leaves will succumb to rustling

Competition
Is
Not
The
Team
Work; it's the grand slam won by a great player!

O palace of the sea
Thy marble walls how white
The sunrise paints thy sheen
And how softly moonrise kisses thee

O beauty Make me like thee
I am enthralled I pine for the sky

Soft touch
                 Of thy lips
                                Will make
                                              My soul singe

Cars bodies objects
on the roads and Water flows
through them silently

Monument of pride
In rubble, the wind passes,
And dust covers them

We walk on invisible path;
something  hidden that hangs there
pushing us towards the door of life
that was open in the begininning,
we call it time and time calls it death
and death says it is immortality.

Friendship is wings
Unstrung and uncaged to fly
Even when it's dark

I heard a knocking at the door;
It kept resounding.

May be, a man wearing white was there,
Or an old man in disguise.

I didn't open it;
I fear this ghost,

For we don't enter,
We only exit through them.

Lying on the couch  I said, "I am fed up.
The room echoes jazz and draws
The picture of the noon.
I step out; the drab screech overflows,
With the shallow crush.
I beat a retreat; i chant.
Alas! The jingles playdown my beads."

She retorts, "bunkum, only bunkum.
They are rugged and rusted.
You are the fly in our cake.
How can we breathe easily?
What blessings can we get?
It is invidious nowadays,
Only annihilation on the hills!
Look at the new ones, how amazing!
Go on; i have to attend the ball."

O summer rain
Why you tap at my window?

Do you want friendship?

You are a boy or girl.
My feelings desire to know.

Next time
Directly get in.

My arms are open.
Dinning table is ready.

Wake up! My friends
Dreamers are not the tortoise
Which don't know how to rise

Move on! My comrades
Dreamers are the flowing waves
That make thier own ways

No star asks the heaven about its shimmering on an aphostic curtain
No raindrop ever puts its case before the clouds

No flower swiftly shuts its door too see the bees
No branch goes up when fruits are pregnant

Obedience is nature by birth
My father's soul bid us goodbye cheerfully

The Almighty wants this from all human biengs
Parents from their sons and daughters

Teachers from their different pupils
And we from each other in society

This laces us in sync and a new relation is built
That accommodates humbleness and honour

Children must develop this habit and this be inveterate
Like their luscious breakfast at each reddish rise

And plant this in their schools and homes
Where juniors will smell this and crave to do more

Hard work
.    and
Ambition
.    are
Complementary
.   to
Each other
.    and
Your are their
.    axis..

In the deserted rented homeland
Are strewn the dust-painted awnings.

No sun peeps out but hovers the fog.
No wind blows save the constant chill.

Here, the wounded souls are dwelling
With much comfort around the clock.

Their sleep is composed with no shrill.
The roaring and growling bring tranquility.

They are intact, along with well safeguard;
Only the ***** intrudes to bruise the memories.

prayer
is the coins to buy bread
and it is upto the shopkeeper
to giv us without.

prayer
is the school going child
to get cognizance by opening the books
and sometimes without them too.

prayer
covers the distance
between heaven and earth.

prayer
makes God happy
and removes His wrath upon us.

Again my fast
Will take on in-form June,

The runner-up of 2015.

This time
He has come with better plans,

And has won all the games.

But my fast
Has many advantages here.

Thousands holy spectators,
Cheering, and his morale will hike.

My fast is a specialist of rain.

If it rains
He can't stand long.

He will bite the dust.

And the Almighty
Likes fast, His favorite.

Blessed is the man
Whose son and daughter
Keep his room warm
In snowy winter

His cup of coffee for office
His blanket for night
And his longing to be beside
When his heart needs delight

Blessed is he always
If they don't make him feel
The loss of his lost partner
And he finds solace in their meal

If he is contented
And murmurs and chants prayer
May God shower his mercy
They are my son and daughter

Tiny chandeliers
Tied to the steeel rod!

The birds amazed but mute;
The lizard climbs for her prey!

An alphabet
That weaves the language.

A single thread,
With Many beads clinging.

The tennis ***** fall and leap
Like the babies in a jolly mood;
The papper boats on the concrete,
Floating in a zigzag way around!

inside a big beautiful box,
pencils held a meeting.

one of them spoke
in a voice, so strong,

"they peel our skin away,
they peel our skin away."

then expressed its wrath
another one from behind,

"time for rebellion,
time to sntach our freedom."

an old one, with wrinkles on its face
and on the verge of its last days said,

"my children, my sons!
nothing change is possible in nature.

if it were so,
the ants will sit on the throne,

and the tigers in the iron cages
and we in the pockets of the great."

O Temptation,
Why are you so musical?

And walks like an elf
And sometimes a little bit ******.

Don't you struggle
To strip from head to toe?

I know We are lost
The very next moment.

After you are gone
We are fettered in deep wounds.

O dear O friend O dear
Stop visiting us all the way,

Or be religious and be holy
To stay along with us no end.

Think of the heaven
And its blaze on our heads

That burn if we hail you
And you will face the same hereafter.

Poetry
Is
Glass;
.        you can look into it and find your face,
.                                                                      smiling and grimacing both!

Look into mirror
Your rose has faded away
And skin time has much bruised

Do you think
injustice has been done to you?
It was to be; it is inenvitable after birth

Only our virtues reamin intact
So much divine power they contain
Time never lashes them for decay
And God and angels take care of them

They are our immortal gold
And with them our soul goes back to its place

Don't be the fool
To imagine dishonesty will be bonanza for you!

They keep distance from the paupers;
Jeer at their mucky places and patchy attires.

I live among them; their things are praised.
I know from the pedestal they can be raised.

Their visits at hom and words they voice blight;
Push them out and feel proud of their own might.

I welcome them with open arms; provide seat,
Give them whatever I like to drink and eat.

They call me fool and laugh at me as well.
These are virtuous deeds to them i will tell.