Be with your own goodness to avoid sin

Great Fear of lynching
He crept to pipe, but water
Flushed him out to them

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!

When two persons debate
Good ideas flow out for the betterment of society

" What is shame?" Said she.
             No voice returned but for her own.
              She jumped into the sea to search            
                                for her lost chastity.

Cry
Where the mud
***** the profound tears
Let the bedroom be a garden
Where smiles bloom in ecstasy

He was in a plastic box:

No water. Nothing solid.
Only his breathe blowing to emerge

Out of the jaw of a crocodile
And was groaning under its thorny teeth!

Wait for the sunrise,
Be ready for the fog,
Have patience to pass the night

Two voices
within a man
Angel speaks of good
And that leads to heaven
Devil speaks of evil
And that leads to hell

For him
Rise and fall both are
And between them
He stumbles
His wisdom crippled

It is dearth
Of religious education

What is neighborhood?

Is this a wilderness
Awash with litters, fluffy and stony?
Is this a tea stall
That stinks so bad everytime?
Is this a garden
With **** and shriveled branches?
Is this a garage
To visit for only vehicles?  
Is this a store
To pile up unused things?
No.  I do contradict!
This is a tourist site
To be visited for its beauty!
This is a library
To send our children to read books!
This is a shade
To sip cosy moments!
This is everything
For us to use Time and again!
This is a dinning hall
To share meals together!
This is our second house
Where some of our members reside!

Great man
Can't hold him back for long
Without doing something great for mankind.
He is quick to fire his imagination for the people.

While passing
                Through the garden
                                     The thorn pierced my palm
For revenge
               I hit it back
                              Only my palm bled

Sometimes
It is the burden of friendship
Between the two
That crushes their love
For each other

If you want to keep yourself alive

Keep your dreams alive

Solitude in the orchard
Melted with snow showers
And my romance with the moon
Died with snowflakes very young!

Snow
snow
snow
snow
snow on her golden hair
snow on her palms
snow on her crimson lips
snow on her blushing cheeks
snow
snow
snow
snow
white beauty in a cup
I would drink to the brim

Two tumblers I see
Lying on the tray

One is fraught with water
Another with poison

Water is life
Poison remedy

Both are needed
What to do?

Night is glacial.
Behind the cart,
A solitary mouse
Squeals and stops.
A mendicant woman,
The porous drape
Gliding off her
Heavy shoulders,
In stillness
Sloshed by the chill,
Mourns for her child,
Mowed down
At his late play,
And her murky hair
Shawls her swollen eyes.
The traffic is operational
Above and a black dog
Licks a bone beside her.

The crush is in a hurry!

A little boy kicks a plastic balloon!
The breeze blows away his fedora!
His shoes, ostentatious, gather dust!

On the bridge
A youth whispers to his beloved!
Below the train chugs, chugs, chugs!

Mr.Old, the waiting man,
Leans against the tree,
And looks into invisibility
For his expected train!

Chaewala shouts:
Chae, chae, chae!

And I, oblivious of my journey,
Walk to be in pink of health!

Surprise
The people
By your goodness
And enjoy its luscious taste

Don't wear anger on your face
It kills the smile that blooms there

Don't spill it over anyone
It creates distance between you and he

Crush it whenever it gets life
You will be the favourite evetywhere

Negative thoughts are the fire
that burn goodness of mind

Hail to thee, O Rain!

The sharp needles of summer are blunt
And lazor of the noon doesn't perforate the skin!

.                                     Hail to thee, O Rain!

Once again kiss the December's frozen lips
And his cool breath blows through our bones!

.                                    Hail to thee, O Rain!

Don't run away though you are bound
For Summer tortures while you relieve of our wounds!

Selfie
Is not a pic of oneself
It is a golden moment in modern hectic life!

Snow falls on the chair, empty,
Of my father, in the orchid!

Strawberries kiss the grass,
Toys have already been disposed of!

On the road the screeching floats;
Oh, another casualty! Who?

My wife rang me up and I got glad
To know about the new guest!

Letters are letters;
Nouns are not adjectives and vice versa!

I will couch on the chair
And ink my wisdom on the pages of pages!

The baby will dance to see
The basket that is full of dolls!

In a murky evening
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape
An autumn tree,
Like an orphan
Left alone by relatives
With tattered patches
Half bare and bruised
Cried at my window

Who weep for them, coffined in dust,
waiting for the chanting of our rosary,
a single bead, a peaceful moment.
the breeze passes by their windows,
and the sun shines on their roofs only,
the flying clouds never drop the rain,
and winter brings no chill, no shivering.
who will weep for them who had wept for us?
will they keep sleeping, dumb, deaf and blind
or our tears give them blissful showers?

Make balloons
of your cherished dreams,
and inflate them
with your passion and spirit,
then let them fly,
but,don't forget
to tie them
with best efforts.

If you have enough courage
Do great things
and show people the other face of  greatness

Backbiting
shows one's frustration
Of not being able
to do something better and greater!

After my departure from the house,
Once I owned and proudly walked in,
My children will find me
In the dinning room on a chair
Occupied by someone else,
in the dancing rain on the floor,
In the graden playing with them,
On the road holding their fingers,
In the bed drinikng coffee and sneezing
In the ****** winter,
At the doorway calling their names.
Then, they will lose themselves
And merge with me forever.
Who will find them?
The new generation,
busy on watsaap and facebook?
There must be some parameters.
The golden footprints we must leave
for them to search for us when are lost in dust.

The moon had ballooned
Like a balloon of dreams,
Its sheen spilled over
The branch, deserted,
But the owl like a watchman,
Patrolling alone in the sea
Of silence, no tinge of blue,
Threw its light down my
Entrance. Shaken like water,
I Cowered to the room
That was already the outside.
At dawn, the breeze was cool
And sun was like before
At my door, I, now bold,
And with a change in mind,
Carried my kids under the tree.

O spy!  How deftly
Thou accomplish thy enterprise
A new tact! No indictment,
Only gradual execution.

My father paid his soul to buy
The silver embroidery in blue:

O city, don't cry more, don't sigh
God will listen to us I hope
You will be calm and it will be peace
Around and everywhere I do know
No shooting in malls, no fire in stores
No ghost will roam about the streets
No killing of students, no bloodshed
Man will not be devil, no treachery
No **** of mother sister and wife
No stabbing at home, no suicide
Look to heaven, look O my city
Happiness will sprout and grow
And you will be again, O city
Like the garden that wears green
Satan can't reign for long no lucifer
No spirit can fly invisible for ruin
God is with Virtues, with us, with all
Only we need to turn to him, O city

The dust of the creeping evening
On the mammoth sphere falls
The day has flown way
somwhere to sing
Reminding the people
The dreams they had seen
On the pillow I place
My reflective mind
As the silence of thick darkness
Brings back to me
The golden moments i had lost
When the day was much bright
On the floor i see the chance
Shattered into pieces lying
Promising nothing
Still a little bit light
In my pensive heart shines
In this confusion we live
But tomorrow may be and may not be
Only today was full of life
With heaviness of mind i lie
Promising myself to achieve
My goals at this very moments only

Don't expect
More than you give
If they will do the same
Nobody will receive

I am not great,
only a little bit huge.
I soar not at my choice;
something is there inside me
that lifts me up,
that brings me down.
so, I never cherish ego
and this is essence
of my beautiful life for you.

A thin-paper boat;
Unsteadily sails in the sea;
A touch of wind,
Oh it upsizes deep!

I wish I had mugged up
Or leafed through the pages
At least once or twice
When my fancy was bent upon
Watching hollow beings
Only to tickle The bone
And made no beeline
For clobbering the canvas
I would not cast my eyes around
To get a bonus under the vigilant roof
Nor would i receive chiding
At the cost of one precious minute
For sure i would come out of the hall
Smiling with much contentment
And be the chief guest at the gate
To be welcomed with open arms
And champion the cause of parents

The frozen river;
Deers look to and fro and sit
Waiting for the rain.

She slept on lotuses
Skimmed with fluffy clouds
Ran on the leaping ripples
Smiled into the gibbous moon

And at midnight knocked at my door
And through the window whispered

Don't tease me
Don't ****** me
Don't **** me

I am honest
I am innocent
I am blissful

Please keep me with you!

'Thank you'  is
                         A
                            Drop
                                   Of
                                       Honey
Give more to all and make their taste sweet
This is something special
You can do
without money without struggle without wasting your valuable time

Humanity is your own family;
If you don't take care of it,
Evil will do its work!

A little light has enough strength to fight against much darkness
Courage to keep it on is greater

Mother!
.            I fumble to write this letter
.                            to you!
mother!
.           ink has frozen within me,
.                            so snow!
mother!
.           the room you left empty for infinite
.                             ****** life!
mother!
.           none is equal to you, O mother,
.                             others fake!
mother!
.           my morsels have turned bland,
.                             water thick!
mother!
.           life is spring at home here and you
.                               its blossoms!
mother!
.           I salute you for your unsurpassed care,
.                                sea-love!
Mother!
.           I will meet you in heaven, O mother,
.                                 my promise!
.

How softly snow falls
In the woods, on the walls,
On the leaves, down the lanes,
And like the moon slowly wanes.

The trees bear silver fruits
And silver water makes its routes,
Earth is silver in full bloom,
Life is beauty without boom.