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

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

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

Dream
Is
The
Key to open the  door of unexpected joys

Satisfaction
Is the best protein for the health of mind.

When you are on top
Don't forget to respect small things
Because they are the foundation of your success

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!

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!

Snowflakes

Fall
       At my window


I kiss
         My
              Beloveds

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.

Be humble, be spiritual

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
Lame
Can't walk on his foot
But he can walk through his dream

Cried aloud, the mango tree.
Don't ****** them way from me
They are too little, too little
They too little, oh, too little
The sparrow, uneasily perched
On its empty lap, had its say
I am not the their nor predator
They are gone, they too are gone
Dear, I do know devil is aloof
But God is watching, the just justice
He made me and blessed me
With sweetness for them, for all
Why do they make  greedy advances?
can't they wait and have patience?
It hurts a lot when a crab is scratched
Wound should be let to heal at full
The bird consoled it, whispering
Be calm, my dear, you will smile again

Man can't ever sleep soundly anywhere
On beds forcibly taken off from the humble

Palms are unbreakable cups, lithe and elastic,
And safe out of the shelves of spray-on-jeans.

Always, you pose them before the blue kettle,
And little drops in dribs and drabs, no satiation.

Fancy he in rags reaches your doorsteps, hoping
To hydrate his withered tongue from them anon.

You pelt one of them at him like the tethered ball;
for him it's a knife; he damns you and draws back.

They're the speaking toys for the child for its tears,
And they clank when he gropes for them at your "no".

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.

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.

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

No one can stop me from moving forward
As I don't want to go backward at any cost

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.

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

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

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!

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

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

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

After being mature
I have learnt one thing
Virtues are the best diet for my soul

Hark! I do hear!
A universal echo in the air.
Out of glowing embers multitude rise,
Out of shape , out of size,
Still groaning and shrieking,
Before their eyes their dreams are dying.
Thousands funeral in every lane.
It will go on in vain.

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.

My days were suffused with miseries,
For my heart was devoid of kindness.

I have never thought of its birth wifhin me,
For hatred was blooming, not thorns-free.

Once I was under my warm quill.
A voice said to me without much shrill.

"Cling to me and grow me in your garden.
I will bear happiness, not grief-stricken.

I am virtue; I came from His divine treasury.
Who takes care of me need not worry.

He will build a place in His heaven,
And i will take you there one by one."

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

The beggar left bones;
Puppies circled him to grab;
The sweeper swept them.

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?

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!

Fashion
             Fashion
                          Fashion
                                It
                              has
                             been
                              the
                           demise
                               of
                           culture

I'm, too, Indian.

Religion isn't my skin, caste,

register.

I grow with branches,
Exhaling in the air,

Inhaling.

You too blow in it.

In your sky, I sparkle;
In the pond I don't sprout.


My minarets are massive,
Historical,

Your assest.

I'm too Indian.

I recite the national song
In the file of every citizen.

Lynching cannot divest me
Of my last bed in its land.

I'm too Indian.

When
You hug me
I feel my senses
Entangled in the thread of your arms

Time, on its canvas,
Sketches mortality in dust
Lying, and ego coffined.

Walls
Walls
Walls around you
Doors are bolted
How will you enter
Create a chisel of brotherhood
Dent holes to make windows
So you can see and
You can speak to mysterious people

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

Have you seen?
How softly and slowly snow slides
on the massive mushroom mountains!

Have you seen?
How big beautiful balloons
beautify the splendid scene in the air!

Have you seen?
How reddish round bells ring
to wake up the weary walkers!

Have you seen?
How purple parrots prune pink apples
dangling from the drab and dusty boughs!

if not,
have a glipmse of me!
I am there to satisfy your senses!

Strong will
Is the best quality boost
That keeps you running to score a winning goal!

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

Doubt
It may rain without clouds,
Doubt
You can have good harvest without ploughing the field,
But never doubt your conscience may betray you!

If
You
Sow seeds of harmony in your minds

The coming generations will taste its juicy fruits,

Wishing to plant more in their own

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

Know to yourself
Before time leaves you alone
And others call you fool