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.

At shimmering glow,
A beeline flies do make.

Oblivious of
Piercing ******
Of carcass night,

They hover,
Mesmerized by
Sparkles, brimming.

No melody,
No promise,
No window,  
For tomorrow!

Dead bodies lie
In its shadowy shade.

A mammoth cave,
So growling, only cowering,
If dared to jump into!

Conversation with one's reason is a road without error

A plaintive note
Everyone sings
To solace his saddest heart

I heard
My grandfather do

Old age is infertile

The stars do peep out,
Down all are at rest in bed;
On tree sings the owl.

Build a huge wall
Against these, so puissant:
Ripples of laziness
And flow of procrastination.

A greater achievement
Can't wade and to its taste
It does walk
On a lush dream.

On the way,
To maintain the momentum
It pines to sit
Under dense passion.

Most often,  
Brambles of lust recreations
Scatter and raise
Their forky heads to its feet,

But, as curious,
Nonchalantly, it jumps over them.
Finally and as always
It comes out victorious and gets the prize.

Oh! I am an Indian beggar!
Are you not proud of me?

The traffic of the roads!
The lamp of the streets!

Come to sidewalk, my plush villa,
And stay here for one or two minutes!
You will feel blessed!
The most comfortable home!

Taste  crispy bread,
My sumptuous and favourite dish,
And I am sure,
You will say;

This is a good piece!

At night I will offer you
The timber, my holstered couch to sleep,
And your exhaustion will die forever!

Pavement is my address
And it is valid for all seasons
For I am an Indian beggar,
Your brother, younger or elder!
Are you not proud of me?

Your
Confidence
Is your friend.
A good friend never betrayes.

The noon,
The prosaic scene in the theatre,
No thrill for the audience
Save the moaning of crows on the branches!
An old man chanted his beads in sleep,
The street hawkers looked round
Like children in the dried up well!
They pined for the change
Till the hero and heroine
Were seen walking hand in hand
In the golden glow!

One sweet apple is not enough for longtime sourness

If
You help
Someone get stand

You will not fall

How easy
To get into mind

Shaking hands
Is a healthy physiotherapy

Eyes catch all the bonds
crumbling in autumn around,
wafting in solitude.

Moments are mangoes. Some of them turn out to be only flabby, no taste, no fragrance.........

The little vampire
Sprang from the wall;
The innocent squirrel in her mouth,
Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping!

This way you can go, that way also

A cobra
Through its skin
Doesn't crawl
It sleeps in the mud
And they hold up
the heavy stick
To give it
The second death

Rain of full-blown spring,
O snow, I call thee, O snow!
Thou trumpet thy coming
As softly as moonlight
Step down the earth,
And as silence sits on lips
When death is at the door.
O snow, thou camouflage
The delicate newly-born buds
And those who are in their prime,
And they lie as corpse in coffin
When there is no one to claim,
And life is as still as still water at night,
And its spirit, though alive, choked,
And thou don't pity them
Who are not subversive
And those who are only images!

The
Art
Of speaking
Is the art of changing the people

Friends are heroes
Visible and invisible
Sung and unsung
And some of them
Like stars,
rise out of the blue
I find mine in
the compartment:
Long in the tooth
Undressed, untidy
And subject to stitches
Our loya guards
keep a tab
On our movements
Laughter and gossip
Our relatives
Blow our perspiration away
Our cemented roof
Streathens our shelter
Forgotten, abandoned,
Still our best companions.

In the yard, something squeaked,
But music was softer, and sweatness
Blew, and at the window it was sweeter
I saw the source of it, hugging the glasses.
In the twinkling of a star
The whole blue was white, very white.
The cat left the bone, licked her whiskers
And crept through the hole to the yard.
Oh, amazing!  She danced, cupping her legs
To catch the fluffiness, falling in a fashion.
Mesmerized, I, too, hit the floor soon
To taste the feast, Awash with bliss,
Winter had laid down after swan summer,
And were there like leaves in the rain.

Dreams grow trees;
Perseverance fruits!

When I stop telling lies
And dishonesty is mowed on,
My soul speaks to the singing birds
And smiles through the fluffiness!

My wings never beat to come down
Though greenery invites and delicacies call
And The nature of the sky binds the soul!

I dream to have glimpses of
                         your wonderful earth
             Where nature your presence claims.
                       I dream to balm wounds
                             Of your humanity
                     Which is mired in miseries.
               I dream to show the strayed souls
                    the virtuous path to paradise.

I dream; I dream, I dream to fulfill my dreams.

        They don't want my journey in your land.
                  Oh! I am a girl, a curse for them.

                                  My lord!
                              Call me back
                Or mould me in another form.

Habit of non-violence is an urge to spread love

The child was seen
Sitting on a grave
With fingers writing

Father
Who cares for the dead
Who hears the voice you have left

Spring is in our garden
But blood is at the door

Father
They would join you soon
And then thousands

Spring will knock again
Alas! They will be absent

Rhythm
Makes poems energetic,
And spirit keeps them singing.

You can't imagine a beautiful world
Without having love and respect for every one

See!
You children.
How dulcet is the morning
With rosy resplendence rising!

See!
You children.
How silvery is the sky
With pearls-studed blanket beaming!

See!
You children.
How sweet are the fluffy flowers
With their delicate petals opening wide!

know!
You children.
They are beautiful
For they sing smile and laughter!

Learn!
you children.
Wear smile on your faces
For it is cup of delight of life.

Epigraph:

Spoiling the fun is getting fun


Sandwiching oneself
In a crammed place
Is piling ***** up
Or glomming grasshoppers
As it testifies one's
Strength and stamina
That one needs
To spend ample time there
Jostling and finding
A suitable seat
A neck to neck competition
Though only for standing

Party poppers
Are connoisseur in this field
No card carved for them
They trespass halls
With panache
And strut like a special guest
Who gets the cynosure
And add candies to the celebration
Here, instinct does the work well
And it drives and drags them
To beautiful bashes or pow-tows
But simultaneously
it be controlled and switched off
If strikes once, twice or thrice
Allured, they fall into oblivion
That lounging much longer
In the pools of joys
Gathers gatherings
And some of them
*** amok to mop the mess
And they had better learn
Entering the banquets
with no invitation
Is mounting on monkeys
And climbing up the trunk.

Listen, my child!
imagination
is the deep root of a tree
that works within the ground,
and grows tall and strong,
and blossoms bloom then.

Listen, my child!
imagination
is the magic of a staff
in his hand, leaving the audience
spellbound, and
winning their hearts forever.

Do you want to succeed
Like a little sparrow
That learns how to fly indeed!

Her wings she ***** and this goes on
Movements lead to further actions she knows
And you know she gets won!

Success is the passion to rise
Watch the bees garner nectar
And their hive greater than their size!

Success is not a magic
That takes place out of blue
It is sowing of seeds, not terrific!

Success needs water to grow
Water it water it O friends
It will blow you will glow

It was breakfast time
And ice was outside
So cracking so roaring
So roaring so cracking
I ate plums so scrumptious
Yes I ate  them at my fill
And this took me out
Among the ice splitting

Ashes, scattered
On the roof,
Make their way
But roll back!
The wind hibernates.
A solitary kite
Is taken aback,
And too depressed
To lie down.  
A host of pigeons
Coo in low
As they wait
for the sparks.
Something is amiss.
We know
How life begins,
But don't when,  
And between them
We float,
Catching zero!

One thing keep in mind:
Positive thoughts are mind's good health.

They said
hold the tree
if water flows beneath.

my father said
make a boat
to reach the dry land.

he aboarded a ship
and it soon sank.

I caught the branches
and lived at peace.

He lay in the bed
Wearing the warm blanket
As the cold patrolled the street!

As I come down the stairs
My footsteps drown
in silence of the house.

No one hears my walking
On the road to grave.

I exist in silence,
Silence is law of life.

A gibbous orange
In the sea!

No leaping,
No splashing!
The mood of playing
Hide and seek!

A wish to smile again
With its holy splendour!

Time to muse on
Its own extinction
Again and again!

The burning candle
And gradually dying like us,

And again a new skin,
A new soul,
A call from the hanging umbrella!

On a day of smog-compactness,
And when I, in tunic, on planks stooped,
Through the clumsy cluster of logs,
Like an arrow out of a bow, ricocheted he,
The warrior, the dictator, the vampire!
His manes, I bet, golden silky threads,
Dangling on his thick and flabby neck,
And like straight standing swords
In the naked sun, uprit, his fangs!
The persons, crouched, and the cattle,
Out for fodder, stuck in stamped,
To the dichotomous ways, scuttled!
His prey, he telescoped, oh! Unfortunate dog;
Yes! Galloping was in a jiffy, and
The old king was on his throne!
At the crevice I, in tremors, thanked God;
And he,  the victorious, eyes smouldering,
Trekked, roaring, growling and howling!
Though dreadful, how jolly moments,
For them too, I am sure, yes, so sure,
Met the lord of the forest, lord of the beasts,
And in thickness of bushes, he vanished!

I trusted crookedness
Others stopped trusting me

I dealt in lies
Others never believed my words

I hurt others feelings
I fell into a gutter of sufferings

I touched others respect
I found no place in society

I kept to evil
My soul caught in flames

I did whatever God forbade
I have never been happy

It is the parents that water evil to grow not their children!

Upon the bough of a bride birch
Perched two doves, their lips pursed
The leaves rustled, they made no lurch.

Glistened the golden glow, rolled their eyes
To break the ice his desirous palm he crept
And hers she withdrew but he liked the rise

Let's go back the evening is widely sable
Anon, the night will open up its massive jaw
And the devils will petrol and we're feeble

Squeal, mumbled she, adultery so heinous,
Irrimissble, frown-fetcher, and then I'd muse
If again living with you forever isn't outrageous

I admit, I bow, I seek your fervour-forgiveness
He stood up, cried and closerly inched to her
followed she, but moved on with unfriendliness

The confession carried out with much remorse
Won her heart, humble, and hugged each other
And flew to nest optimistic of no further woes

Being realist is delightful
In case you dream for the betterment