Reciting the holy book
Is a virtuous deed,
But reaching up to a poor man
In the modern times is the holiest too!

Once, in an orchard, two great men, Prose and Poetry, were walking at twilight, and the golden light of the day was shimmering through sieve of leaves. Both were pacing at the same speed. They came across a wounded bird, fluttering on the pavement. Poetry stopped to see it, but Prose elided this and moved on. Poetry, taken aback, called out him and said:

Poetry:  Please unfold your identity!
Prose:   An intellectual man, very sharp at wit!
Poetry:  Add more!
Prose:   A social reformer and moralist!
Poetry:  So true! But it is only me that weeps for man, bird and beast.

Poetry picked up the bird and brought home for its treatment, and Prose continued his exercise!

Good manners are nectar that allures bees to cling to them!

The people attend funerals.
They visit the mausoleums.
They frequently go there
With flowers in their strong hands.

Who hears the cry of the beleagured?
Who wipe tears from the soft cheeks?
Who look into the broken lives?
Who prepare the path for walking?

There has been a routine,
A habit with black gowns since long.
Who will erase the word War
From the walls of their minds?

We are the might.
We must take arms against injustice.
We must ride courage and bravery
And **** the devils of thoughts.

O little bud!
How cheerfully you blush
Thy tender cheeks in the golden rise!

So sweet and cherubic
Though you lie on pyres of grass
When thy face the young moon mirrors!

A tiny mosquito
Sat on a purple petal;
The wind brushed him off
But in totally vain!
Come to see
The mark of his sting
And her tainted face!

Hey children! I am Mr. School;
my temperature is both warm and cool.

Mrs. and Miss's staff swings like a dagger
and Mrs's levid eyes do the fire.

the cups of joys lie in the wide open
and the smiles jingle as the has been won..

Hey children! I am Mr. School
where you drink from my wisdom's pool.

stairs to the zenith stand inside me
and you need to step up to be the moon in the sky.

Yes.
And my life
Is chashni
Till your dance stops.

Poetry is she:
With black eyes
On a white lily,
Enticing to be kissed,
Or may be, sometimes,
A wild buffalo,
In the mucky water,
An instrumental piano
Or The latest
Apple ring tone,
Appealing them
To download,
And after the job
Only clanging I
On the floor,
In blue,
The skimming kite,
The dream of the kid
On the roof
In the golden dusk
Or a drought
Of syrup
When mummy
Scolds at bed time.
I pine to hug her
Each time I see her
In bikini
Though on the screen,
And what do you feel
Is just to wait
Till you say:
I avoid pumpkin
But eat strawberries.

Cut the apple as you want
It will not lose its taste in another shape

you
can not chain the time
but you can stop yourself from wasting it

I was given birth to capture and freeze
The volatile moments of the world
To pick up the things from
the scatological lands
And from the pageant
To portray the elites and
downtroddens
And those on the pavement
I celebrate their happy occasions
I attend their funerals
I am bound to write their obituaries too
I am humanitarian
and the foe for the sceptres
As i throw up their    
Surreptitious objects and pleasures
I raid; i am invited
I am glad with both
I am blessed
I have become the voice of the men,
birds and beasts
I have crossed 175 years
Still i am in spring days
Nothing can damage my youth
This is the might of the pen

Can you
Follow my philosophy?

If someone abuses you hurts you injur you
Forgive him for the sake of God

In the beauty of the moonlight
The sea I see sleep in tranquility and delight

I wish to be a sea without any mind
and that never knows tribulations of outside

It comes back home victorious after the day is done
And we bring cups of failure that must be broken

In the darrk corner,
Waiting for its life, praying,
It is soon strangled.

Kiss is a coffee
In a cold winter
And a blazer
When chill is on.
It is tepid water,
Sliding the body,
Controlling all senses.

He
Dived
Into lust
In the bed
Pushing her
Along with him
He thought
Good things
Bring ecstasy
He took many bites
Of her fragrant lips
And ****** milk to
quench his parched throat
But he did not drink
Red wine oozing out
From this luscious dish
He jumped up
And ran to wear
His dresses leaving
Her absorbed in delight

Do kiss me
                   I dream
Don't kiss me with your lips
Kiss me with your eyes
To get me attached to your true heart.

Boldness
Is not to shoot a bird

It lies in protecting the poor from claws of poverty

Once on a paper boat passing by
  Sat a little beautiful butterfly
          The voyage it liked
           Today it just tried
  Then it flew away in the sky

Don't weep, don't cry
if she has left you alone
don't weep, don't cry
if she says leave me alone
make your heart strong
and do stand tall
give life to self-belief
your pious love
will not go down the drain
another one will stand beside you
step up like a happy family
and like a courageous couple
she will then cry to lose you

Grandfather sported a tattered blazer,
and granddaughter her newly bought coat.
they took to the solitary street
where chill was at its best;
ten couples of minutes rolled by,
she beat retreat and covered her with blanket
and he continued his errand like a young scholar.

At the soft touch of fingers
The tap gives in and flow ends up;
Thirst fills up its wide mouth
And other needs bring their buckets!

Piercing my skin
Perching on my lips
Buzzing in my ears
Playing on my cheeks
Mosquitoes sang

"There is no comfort in man's life"

Blossoms wear mango
trees to bid autumn adieu
Spring hails them with rain

An old oak, boughs bare;
The sparrows don't chant!

The biggest pencil sketch,
But blurred on a grey canvas!

Fearful
Of God's rauge
The gibbous moon
Peered into the lake
Looking at its own stain

On the platform
Leaving me alone
She struted
Absored in her beauty

Make paper boats
Of your dreams;

Place them
Down the lanes

When it rains.
Water will flow;

They will float,
Finally will reach

Their destination
Through zigzag ways.

Without nature,
We cant get through.

Children must learn
This in their life.

I had loved her.
I miss her on the shore
As my guilt torments the soul.

How can I forget
Those crumbs
Ghee tricking
From between
Your untired fingers
I remember
You would cuddle me
When at sunbeams birth
I would scurry
To recite English Alphabets
And when at my comeback
Rhymes sailing in the mind
And on lips leaping
Yes at the door at dusk
You would shout at my play
Oh I had got my leg sprained
But that was the best cure
How careful wrapping in the quilt
Whenever the chill fanned
And she put me against
Her thumping chest
Where are those days
Where is she
Where am I
They are at home
She is in the kitchen
I am on the rollicking chair
I would I had dropped in your days
My son my dear my heart

The long purple lamps,
Drooping, holding to leafy holders,
Devoid of their own lights;
The fate of separation
From their families,
The diamond in their eyes!
Still, the charm of gardens
Where green bulbs gleam!

Then after we get dust.

Happiness smiles on our faces,
But sorrows burn in flames.
Both fade away with us.

It's our knowledge
That remains intact
and shines ageless.

Then after we get dust
It echoes in the air
And lit the lamps to
enlighten mankind.

He sits on the shore.
He gives the best bait
To fish, his friends.
They come to meet him.
They thank him by leaping,
Dancing and sloshing water.
They feed on delicious food.
They lose their freedom
And their life, beautifully.

Do they know they
are enemy in disguise
Or they themselves fool
to satisfy Human nature

the pegions fly
over the juicy-leaves-trees,
sitting, swinging, dancing
on the moist laden boughs.
above them, the eagles waft
on the strong wind, intentionally,
gazing at them and plotting
to ****** their golden moments.
the deer makes slow movements
down the meadows, across the pebbles
to quench their thirst
under the sun, blowing with heat.
behind the bushes and around
the lions and the tigers ambush,
and wait for their comeback
to **** them, to chew them.
in the blue heaven innocence
shines intact and angels on duty
maintain their eternity,
and God is always there.

on earth it wants to sing its song,
but we gag it and injure its voice
to slate our desires, our dreams,
to hold the thrones everywhere.

Like snow dreams melted;
Oh! Toppled their crops like sticks,
And flew their souls!

The kid wrote
a for apple
b for boy

his classmate
thought different
and wrote
a for anger
b for blame

let me tell them
apple is a fruit
and boy likes it

anger is poison
and blame may be on you
and nobody dreams for them.

Can
You
Play a reverse sweep
After being beaten by a dishonest act?
Spectators are waiting to see this in fashion

Being happy
with the present
Is being hopeful of tomorrow

I had put my dream
in a fridge;
it was taken out,
and still it was full of heat
when I bade goodbye!

Hold fast to good
Evil will itself fly away
Like darkness does when the sun rises

Hold it fast till your soul
Completes its journey within you
Or in the flames of your desire it will burn

Being good is holy and holy is heaven
Keep it in your heart to shine
Both in society and in His kingdome

Now I have you,
The hands, roses boughs,
But clasping mine on the slant
And amidst the blizzard
And when the street lamps are blurred,
The lips of honest promises
And of open windows,
The lap of serenity
And of fluffy bedsheet,
The tears of balm
And tears of my tears,
I know the real assesst of marriage,
O my soul, the most desired soul.
No emirald, no sparkling necklace,
And no luxurious car with heavy wallet
Can wiegh more than thee!

I have been naked
Since modern life
Came down the earth

I have been to pubs
I have been to cassinos
I have been with prostitutes
I have been to ****** galas

I have been there
Where I must not have been

I am rarely found
At mosques or altars

My skin is much bruised
I need my pepetual coat
Of virtues and holiness

Gaze
At a
Broken
Branch.
Flowers
Would
Bloom
On it.
some
Marks
Are
Left
Over
There.

The moonlight was sieving
over the dews-sipped grass;
the flies, in their elements,
zoomed with a flourish
and belted out a song of praise:
the orchard is rich in sweetness,
the young apples are juicy,
the branches are the cradles,
and the leaves are fluffy couches.
God be praised for this blissful beauty,
God be praised for this feast.
we visit this place
when the sun retires to bed,
and the moon lit the path.
O Almighty!
this is for you
'Thank You'
for the silvery lamp!
O Almighty!
this for you
'Thank You'
for the soft sofas!
O Almighty!
this is for you
'Thank You'
for the comfy swings!
O Almighty!
this is for you
'Thank You'
for the luscious fruits!
O Almighty!
Thank you for this song
that flew passed through our lips!

Knowing
What we cant do
is very harmful  to ability

Let us depart,
Though the orchard is full of roses,
And to the bench we are bound!

Let us depart;
Time is a disciplined man,
Its strictness will surely strike us,
And we can't stay here anymore!

Let us depart
For separation is law of heaven,
And ere it is too late to bid farewell!

Family
Is the coolest shade
And sitting under it is a great virtue