I stand aloof
when the muddy water
makes its own way, flowing.

this keeps my dress decent,
and no stain anywhere.

I wear deafness
when backbitting bubbles
in a street everywhere.

this keeps my heart empty
of ill-feelings of others.

this is a message,
my children, yes, my children,
never go out when the sun has sunk.

this is a message,
my children, how to shine on society.

In our family,
Since generations,
Like a son or a daughter,
She is with us each moment!
No grouse, nor high-pitched,
Only in whispers speaks
And always on standby!

Taste has a relation with our tongue! The latter is a perfect example of God's grandeur scattered around in different shapes! This is a flexible spoon! Whatever you wish for it carries down the throat: Apples, papaya, nuts, pulses, toffees, vegetables and even chicken fry! Work easily done! No pain! No itching! No coughing!
Does it take poetry in too? Stupid question! You will say! Ya! This is the matter of the soul! Question right! But the soul doesn't tell this is bland, salty, sweet or pungent! Its tongue works invisibly! You must tell at least how poetry is! This is like butter! This is like cheese! This is only dry fruits! None will utter anything even the lovers of poems!
They say this is something heavenly! Its taste can't be described! This is the special taste for the soul! How! Now words!

I saw a boy standing out of line
He was grimacing to see the sultry shine;
I saw a kid and his colourful tie
Between his teeth like a long pie;
I saw a girl, very fatty, slowly combing
And her cliff, stuck out of pocket, moving;
I saw a senior boy and his pants only tight jeans
He had come here for catwalk it surely means;

I saw a another girl pricking her classmate
With her long nails polished at high  rate;
I saw two boys playing pushing game
For them saying prayer was a shame;
This was a momentous assembly I attended
And hope to visit here again but it will be mended!

That day the rain had knocked at my window
And you, in a pink frock, took me to the street

Arms in arms, we ran, slipped and laughed
Like kids in shorts rejoicing each droplet

On a white horse you had leapt as it raced
And I froze thy smile in a selfie, kissing thy neck

We had fried chicken in a motel, rain still falling
And you crept to me, with a little bit shivering

Today pattering is very high and I, at my window
Leafs through Romance in Rain  at quick speed

On the table you are smiling and I am in your fold
And outside the roads are bleak like wilderness

You would have sipped the splashing moment
Bringing me close to your lips, waiting to be doused

Kindness
Is a wireless connector
That charges one empty heart.

Death is a classic clatter,
A primeval pattering
Or The ringing
Of Adam's house.

It patters
On every roof,
On every raod
And on every field.

At my door,
It rings,
At your window too,
As at your neighbor's.

The echo
OF our father's doorbell,
And the same
Is in space.

It reverberates
With the sun,
And when
Hollow is dark.

I do miss thee I do feel thee
                In the mistly golden morning
            When the gentle  breeze flutes thy
             Sweet verses and flow within me

                  I do miss thee I do feel thee
               When the snowflakes shower
                 Softly and touch my cheeks
                And to lose thee the fears flee

God made lamb white.
God made snow white.

What are they for?
The thought sprang to my mind.

My education of relegion said to me,
"Only God knows better.
Only God knows better."

I harboured snow on my palm.
I brought the lamb to my home.

I followed my wisdom.
I followed faith in Him.

I am the happiest person on earth!

If
your eyes
catch the sunrise in the mist,

If
your hands
hold the moonlight in the dark,

If
your legs
walk on the holy stones in the temple,

If
your mouth
opens to speak water in the lake,

Remember
you are beautiful
among the people on the earth.

I have a God
Like yours
And he is one!

I have a sky
Like your earth
And with you I live!

I will sleep on dust
And you will come next
And others will follow!

At his court,
When all meet,
Poetic justice at its best!

It's a guitar
And its strings we are
Together they share their feelings
And concerted efforts all put in for sweet melodies

Love marriage is not a delicious thing
Sometimes It is a little bit more salty
And more pungent than is required
To be easily galloped

The couple are not contented with the stuff
For both had told their own earlier
Then it was beautiful snow fallng in the moonlight
And the romantic raindrops kissing the blossoms

Now it is hackneyd or cliche
Or a haggard leaf crawling not to be liked

Here ushers in pain that is suppressed
And peevish get their nature and
Both lose their cool so soon
And It happens daily till they bid adieu to each
Or one of them kicks ths bucket

I dream; I dream
To weave our honest love
In memorable verses, so perpetual.

They would fly
Across the time, across the space.
In the bright and dark sky they would echo.

I fail to find
The most precious words
To describe thy true feelings for me.

Oh! I sigh; I much cry
To see my utterly fiasco.
My beloved! Forgive me; I do beseech.

He camps out
In the day,
At night;
So brave!
Zips in the streets
Hornless;
Trespasses the houses
And stays in delight
To and fro
Till the dawn
Lightens the torch!

Do something magical
Everyone waits for magics
Your talent contains this
Take it to that level

Life
Is a tennis court.
You must know how to serve to the coming ball to perfection if you have to win.

Let us always remember
Soft words are our virtue
When they are spoken
The Almighty showers His mercy
And society harbours us in its *****

Let us always remember
We are beauty of the earth
Greenry is our truth
When it shines in its praise all do sing
And happiness flows everywhere

Let us always remember
Our immortal foe is ego
Our friends it feigns to be though
It makes us fall to the ground
While we groan it takes delight in our wounds

Dr. Bekham, grey suited, stumbles
On the road but dark.
Only an image of a lion, full of breath.
He glances at autumnal leaves,
Fallen and shrivelled.
" i would come here in my blossom days
And lie under that ****** tree.
How swiftly spring and summer have elapsed.
Old age is pilgrimage
And time for reconciliation with the providence."

It's
Always intriguing
To meet those people who have been brave
As the meeting instills the feelings of gallantry in us!

He was robbed in black,
the curse of satan,
the shadow of a gheastly spirit,
the villain of birds' tales,
the melancholy tiddy to be forgotten,
the tragic scene in the street,
the rubbles of houses.
Ted brought him forth, out of prison,
wove his life in words,
a charismatic character,
a souvenir, a holy chapter,
and he got immortality stuff.

There she goes
like a barred moon,
her scarf flying like a cloud,
diamonds in eyes,
golden tinge in the hair,
soft footfalls on the rough stones.
don't throw jibes,
don't shoot teasing,
don't ***** her chastity,
a single scratch is a profound wound.
you will lose a sister,
a beautiful wife,
a loving and caring mother,
nature doesn't need you.

ideas
are the unexpected guests,
to the wooden door that
since long has been alone.
they be entertained with
good hospitality
and be kept with us
for God send them
and are most beautiful.
so embrace them,
hug them and love them.

Quest for a kind soul,
chanting in the same rhythm
for delightful tunes.

Satisfaction
Is the best protein for the health of mind.

on a broken stone
sat the poet, guessing
the words on them.

He couldn't do;
his wisdom cursed him.

one of the them
rose upto hid face,
and said swinging,

"you failed.
your mind is a fiasco
for imagination is greater
than the power of understanding.

There is a wolf
Within each one of us
It be tamed

In its silence
Our glory lies
And innocence intact

Poverty in knowledge
Is the key
That keeps the door locked
For success to come!

what a skyblue skylark!
submerging in soft white,
plays upon the violin
and sings his heart, so young!
my weariness flies away
like the smoke in the breeze,
and senses dance like
flowers in the drizzles.
who hears the melody
of such a sweet singer!
his songs are much delight
and flight from pain to joys.

Listen children
There is no discrepancy
Between white and black
For everywhere the soul is same

Listen children
We have loved both of them
They were our relatives
They were our friends

Listen children
Keep it in your brain
Skin doesn't matter
It is our only mortal dress

Listen children
For God's sake pass it on
Pass it on for God's sake

O passion, soul of dream,
A fly of wings I call thee,
And flow of in-swing stream!

O passion, light of the sky,
How much bright, O light,
Shine, shine, sloth will die!

O passion, take thy flight
And take my dreams high,
My ***** pines for such blithe!

In a sallow field,
Leaves wearing shorts,
Splash in a tiny stream,
Water sleeping in its bed,
Gravels full of sheen,
And peeping out,
Heat upticking,
With the sun in its elements,
He, aloof from his family,
And contracted with dryness,
Desirous of guzzling,
Drew back his gaping mouth,
And stood for  a while,
As the herd of dear
Came and ended up drinking,
And he, watching like a Shepherd,
Waited and waited
Till they drank enough
And left very little
And he, glad to get his turn,
Glistened his throat
And raced towards his house,
Neighing like a jovial lamb!

yes.
God made me honest,
and I maintain it.
it is my soul.

they give me grimaces
and lots of smiles.
I do *** for tat.

once a boy cried,
thinkng he has grown drab.
I couldn't assuage him.
I am full of pangs.

I stand; I breathe in the air.
I never sleep.
I am for truth.
your negligence is my death.

I am the bird, but crow.
Blessed with black, i know.

I belong to the pageant of birds
Which are called by many words.

I do sing my own lay;
I also welcome the day.

I fly; i rejoice in the breeze.
I play; i leap in the trees.

I take delight in spring.
I like snow, falling.

Alas! I am not hailed at the door.
They shoo me away to soar.

I am cursed; i am much hated,
For i am black, so ill-fated.

Welcome to India
The place of Quran
Welcome to India
The place of Geeta
Welcome to India
The place of Bible
Welcome to India
The place of Granth

Welcome to India
The holiest of holy places

I have never
Killed the bee.

Have you
Ever liked it?

It has been
My inspiration.

How illustrious it is!

Greatness lies
In potential,
Dream and
perseverance,
Not in size.

The twilight, my guest,
With her golden fingers knocked the door!
I rushed out,
so blessed, so honoured!
In her delicacy
I lost  Like a groom in his bride!
And till she was in my lap
I was nowhere in the world!

Fashion
             Fashion
                          Fashion
                                It
                              has
                             been
                              the
                           demise
                               of
                           culture

In the moonlit-park,
I caught snow, falling.

It melted away within my palm;
I feel its freezing moments.

I hit a young butterfly,
flying over my delicious cake.

my kid crushed it down,
and tears touched my cheeks.

I snared a sparrow on the roof;
It passed away in the cage.

we buried it at the door,
and I cry to see its grave.

they **** tigers and their springs.
no regret, no cry, no tear!

is the modern heart a hard stone
or they have thrown away humanity?

The icing apples in a frozen January
I salute thee, O New Year, for thy gifted basket!

Being smart
Is a blessing of God
But being smart with sweet behavior
Is the highest achievement of your life

Behold!
On biers sleep
the ****** winter
And in ashes burn the ubiquitous chill
And the snow that had blocked life
Hark! All hark!
Thier sports play the bees
And rhymes the buzz everywhere
The balmy breeze sings
Caressing the leaves
in full bloom and flowers
On their wings are the pittas
To welcome the new weather
In the yard hang the hazy days
And at the door summer knocks

Days
Are the sky
Dark and bright
We need both types to live!

Sail away! Sail away!
O my solitary ship,
And come out of the sea

Harbour is not aloof
Voyage be pleasant
O Heaven clear the storm

I am sympathy
I was born never to die

I am the tender petals
Where sleep the night's dews

I am the flourishing trees
Where birds make their homes

I am the feelings of bosoms
That sigh to see others' wounds

I am the hands
That smear balm on emotional bruises

I am the legs
That step towards the rubbles of broken life

I am sympathy
I am universal love

Blessed is the man
Who nourishes me well

Whatever we think
Against the situations don't affect them
They never think against us
Whatever happens is what we do and plan for future

my little kids!
keep this in your minds!
rain is nothing but water
on the barren field
where rituals turn mummy!

my little kids!
keep this in your minds!
angels is the rain,
the blessings-carrier
through their drizzles!

my little kids!
keep this in your minds!
rain is the message
of the king of kings
to praise his creation!

my liitle kids!
keep this in your minds!
life is the rain
for the objects when they dwindle
in presence of dryness!