After each effort
We expect the things
Shaping as per our desire or dream

Wait, they say invisibly
We hear the unsaid prescription

This is the time
Where we need to get
How things bloom or burn away

What we hope for isn't the reality
Till it's the reality we have that in our basket

Expecting the things to happen in our favour
Isn't bad either

A poem doesn't bloom
only in the woods,
At the fire,
In her memory.

It does in meeting with a teacher too.

That blew in the garden of Bijnor.

Two shoulders, then yoke.
Two shoulders, now ropes.

Four shoulders, then yokes.
Four shoulders, now yokes.

The harrowing obligation is done.
Everyone has left him to his fate.
But for those sunk in grim gloom,
Some chew paan, some smoke,
While other keep their tongues
Rotating on fun and laghuter.
On the way they halt for cuppa,
Or jalebi or to shave their stubble.
What about his interview? Nobody
Knows and no one will know, never.

No alphabet

Grudges against 'I'.

No other book

Is available to change ourselves.

Through the curtains moving sideways
At the touch of the circling of ceiling fan
The pointed rays make their way to my face
It's stillness of words soundly sleeping on lips
I'm awake weaving my thoughts
To accomplish what I had dreamt of at dawn
Prior to the imminent dusk descending

Out here in the strange city,
Away from parents, wife and children,
I feel like home in the park

When. A squirrel runs to catch my offered biscuits
And I react like its father

Everyone

Is carrying a huge bag to fill it with

Dollars

On the high way

I'm walking on the footpath

With a sip of happiness

My assets

This way I like people
This way they like me

We're on the right axis
The wind follows us

No taste

In treating you badly

Because my anger keeps me disturbed

He
Who seeks
Outer beauty
Is the one
Who has lost his inner beauty

Rescue the bees,
Your true friends
Which toil and toil
For your health
And maintain
your own character
And be the bee

Birthday is a reminder
That one has been blessed with life,
Worth living, and one needs to make it as beautiful as it has been designed to be

The black skin
Is more valuable and beautiful
Because the Moon has made it his home

You love poetry or not
It's not going anywhere
It lives in the blood of man

Sorry! I cannot talk to you this hour
I have to go to my Love, the book.
You will envy her I believe
But I don't care because I don't indulge in adultery

A great misfortune
For those
Who have sharp minds
But no hearts for the books

When I return from the field
And you open the door
Drink me some sips of thy love
Dipped into your smile
And let the world know
That smiles are the boost
To energise the tired mind

On a branch,
A butterfly fluttered and flapped.

I said, "May I help you?"

It returned, "My wings are weak, not my efforts."

If you're brave

Show it by loving people

Keep contact with broken things

To build up a single room of happiness

You will need some of them

I was a stronger.

A few yards away.

They were constructing the wall.

Oh, it collapsed like cards.

They buried, crying.

I joined the rescuers

Some still breathing, some mute.

Closer to the wall,

I was their brother.

I share your sorrows, I give you my joys

The rest is the choice

At sunset,
Slow footfalls
On yellow leaves,
And the breeze
Trying to take out
One of them,
Isn't just walking
It's like climbing clouds
Holding the rope of stars

Our dreams are always big
But the complexity of our circumstances compress them

He called me ****
Lighted my excitement
With his finger
Like a chocolate
I melted into his arms
Gladly, still greedy,
He went out
To the lady
Parking down the road
Today he turned up
And tried to do the same
I was stone
His finger got damaged
I'm happy
I have got my compensation

Stop crying
For those
who reveal themselves
By words, not heart

Death is such a delightful thing

The person who receives it
Never shares it with anyone

You cannot take out diamonds from the well
You cannot draw out bright-coming-days from the past

For you,
I'd left my parents,
And now left me, saying
I'm not good as you had thought of.

Isn't leaving everything at home
The greatest sacrifice?

There are occasions
During war,
When a child asks its mother

Are we human beings, the original,
God had made at the creation

Our tomorrow is foggy
Because we don't
Shake off dust today

Evening fetches gloom,
But the special evening with a special teacher
Brings the colours
That paint the amazing moments in the gallery of mind....

We have a brief conversation.
It's astonishing.
This era of frustrations
Doesn't let us carry our voice across.
Make it longer.
We would reap a great fortune.

Forgive me,

This evening, pink in the park,
I dressed the stray frog,
wobbling on the stairs of grass
And fearful of mowing down
By the health-seekers,
With threads gagged into their ears

I thought of you,
Especially the moments
You had eaten melting chocolate
From my lips
At Select City Walk

But I wrapped up the solitary frog
As it was the most beautiful
And loveable thing in the crowd
And I fell for it
Because it was companionless
And its tomorrow was foggy..

I'm genius because
I am skillful in telling people
That I'm genius.

From the word go
Your responsibility starts
To think of your own today
As in it is hidden the tomorrow of your choice

Go hard and rub hard
Against selfishness

It's keeping you away
From those
Who carry pitchers of love
For your undying thirst

After sunshine on the floor
I've seen zero

After moonlight on the road
I've seen sunshine

What should I choose from evil and good?

All are busy
Typing false feelings
On their screens

Get in
Let us feel the warmth
Of our smouldering love

Everything is fog
Only love is green

Business of selling happiness free
Is so magnetic it might bring clouds in summer

Try it

Dig out
Plough well
Sow seeds of happiness

Everyone is hungry
Some are starving

I'd a narrow escape

The easiest way to get rid of hate

Wash it
Boil it
Peel it
Crush it
Mesh it

Now your choice taste it or throw it

You do or don't help
Owing to discrimination

The rain always falls

Every droplet
Is an ingraved message
on the wall of the world

More than often,

You have to lose your comfort
To break the stones into pieces

To build up
Your tomorrow

Grow
Eating goodness

And let others
Eat your fruits

Standing on the hill
And watching the sea
Is a page of the book
By a great writer

Every idea has something to offer
For it's gold dug out from the coalmine
Of mind and it's the foundation
Of greater success
Only one has to care of using it