The idea

That at least I could change myself

Is actually not an idea

It's a great enterprise

If the priest
Ask me
To put on his clothes
And take part in absolution

I would love to watch the tree
drop its sins one by one

And get surprised and learn
How it becomes a child again

Sounds are unbidden guests,
Some have invitations

I Keep or don't keep ears doors open
They enter themselves

If I offer them any seats to linger,
It's my choice

But I want my ears to be honest

Whenever you begin

                     It's the best time

Achievement isn't time bound

Shake off the blanket of depression
You're a staggering talent
How superbly you can shock the world
Just wait
Time is a bit late
May be he is helping someone somewhere
He favours those
Who prefers silence
Tomorrow is your achievement
Don't squander today
By losing hope
Or thinking it's over
talent is a topaz
Keep it bright
Remember
Any precious stone
Never goes unheeded

Difficult times
Might pin your face,
Scratch your skins
Hinder the way of your dreams

Remember,
They don't know
Where your hope live
And patience sits

If they know
Remember
Both are locked in
And the key is in your hand

She is a blue cup
On a white tray
Honey is to the brim
My lips not pursed
To sip and sip and sip

Tears that run through our cheeks to handkerchieves

Will reshape into our courage

A little fortitude is enough

Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

Muscular, sturdy.

Once it runs, runs.

None cannot stop it.

Leave it

At the feet of the hill.

Find it on the zenith.

Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

The side effects of loneliness is
It creates laziness in the person

Hold some dust in your palm
And know the reality of life

A few moments with a teacher

Is more than a book of philosophy


They're the ladders to scale achievement

Thousands have died
Thousands are dying

There is dearth of love

Love is water
Water is love

Our strength
Increases not by receiving love

            But by giving it

Loneliness
Is a chair in the woods
The space stretches far and wide
Like a kid on a rope
You're afraid to sit on it

Love has lost its lustre
Nobody is going to die for it now

In this age
When bones are flesh
Shoes, Slippers, skin,
Everything is loose
In the core of heart
One thing remains

Ambition

To look at your portrait
To feel freedom
Of loving you with eyes

Loving you
With changing time

Marriage is the gate.

That has two doors.

Open this.
Open that.

Both open into a spacious happiness.

Emptiness
Is a spider

It makes its homes
In every corner

No matter
how wonderful
Is the mind

Some space
Be occupied by
Love-for-mankind

The patches of fog
Stitch themselves behind the glass

I can't see the blooms down in the garden
But I believe they're there like stars in the day

Misfortune blurs things, not destroy them

Failing to understand a person
Forget to go against him for a while

The moon shines within me
But your eyes watch only fog

My hands
are wands,
not canes,
An armless robin
perches in them
It's dusk.
Spring.
Mangoes are bride.
A riddle.
A panic station.

Desires are chained.
It swings in the cradle.
Raindrops.
Breeze.

A sympathetic act
Is sweeter than honey,
Brighter than a sparkling star,
Lovable than a lovely present.

In the field of his mind
He had sown seeds
Of massive neighbourhood

Today I watch a giant oak

Sheep shelter there
When the sun is on rampage
And they wish
To take their feet off the pedestal

Bees hang their cottages

Squirrels' sliding is aplenty

Singers from Pakistan and India
Sing their songs in proximity

I'm transformed
I have a desire for this dreamland villa.

If
You're desirous of reading a man

Open his page
When he is silent

Everything is somehow snoozefest
I'm happy I've imagination
That drops on pages

Play with your pain
In the veranda
Or in the park
Regardless of what time it's
Let him move freely
And spend much time with it
Until it says I have to go

But don't let him climb
On your shoulders and back

Somewhere
A place is unoccupied for you
If you don't remove your laziness
It's going to be taken by someone else

If you cannot chew my poems

No problem

Chips are very crispy

A prayer isn't a fish, floating,
Swimming, sweating, surviving

in the sea.

It's not the parrot, parroting, pleasing others,

But within a boundary.

Yes. It's the breeze, wind, storm,
Blowing everywhere, affecting everyone.

I don't promise I will meet you tomorrow
For I cannot promise to myself I will meet to myself

Thy lips are lemon
Still I wanna kiss them
For I have to live with you

We're married

I'm as big as your dream
As the future of your only child
As the prayer changing the course of one's life

My lap is the sea
Water flows out from my each limb

You call in me
Like a a groom to his bride
After the marriage is solemnised
Like a student to study my anatomy
Like a researcher to go deep into me

They stumble upon treasures, intact.

I'm in the pictures everywhere
I'm the meteor gleaming green in the day

I'm what makes Indians feel proud of their country

The rain,
If comes out of blue,
Especially during hot days,
Is more than the arrival
Of girlfriend without information
Without any promise

Falling things receive our likes, dislikes.
Ask the fielder his feelings
to pouch the ball.
The shattered cup tells the mood.
This morning something fell.
An wrapped present.
First snowfall for the lovers.
Everyone cheered.
This morning a different case.
No justification.

To read a book
You not need
Heavy hands,
Knife or dagger

A friendship-feelings is the key

Everyone is engaged in making
Relations with statues shining
Through the face of Facebook

I must be different
I am restoring my relations
With my loved ones

Imagination

       Is the colour-aroma of rose-literature

Every mobile screen
behaves like a daffodil
The moment a poem
Appears in a pretty dress
And both the palms get wet
With its fragrance

In this 21st century, the age of selfies,
I would tell your smile is cute

And I'm sure
You'd fall in love with me

For people are hungry to hear a single word

Shifting is a poignant process.
You cannot peel it off with ease.
You bundle clothes, crockery,
Drag articles of wood to vehicle,
Discard old tears--a needful act-

The funeral of emotions.

Our fate is similar,
But mode is different.

I smiled
To meet a depressed man

His mood changed
The whole family changed

The person
Who has nothing to do

                Is a big threat to society

In a state of aloofness
We experience the importance of society

That we miss
Each hour
In the day and night

Onlookers have a look at the space
And says it's crowded
While the intelligent goes deep, finds his place and then walk comfortably

You will not born again
You will not descend on a planet
If you have such thoughts
You are waiting for the frog to fly
If you don't have you're not great too
If you are doing your best
To make each moment count
You're special, very special

Afternoons are sour creams in the spoons of June

Listen

Your every word is a jelly fish
Strolling in the moonlight

I believe
You won't want me to eat out of spoons

Some moments
Spent with a special teacher
In a special evening
Aren't actually spent
But transformed into emiralds
That sparkle in the sky of mind