When the moon orange
And the trees put on ghost-clothes
Out of world moments

A kind word to him;
The old enjoys a sound sleep;
Obligation on.

The rain running
At the tin roof; the pigeons
Fear end-of-freedom.

If
You delight in hate
It means
You're not capable
of delighting in love

The person
Who hates you
Is that one
Who has no love for himself

I don't pray for happiness;
I do for the demise of sorrows.

I'd happiness had no wings
So that it wouldn't fly here and there

I love my relatives
Because I live among them.

Love all those
Who are attached to you

It's great wisdom.

I confine my Pains to the dungion
And start working to find Happiness.

When
One stops doing good things

An invisible ghost
visits his mind on a regular basis

Hollow mind,
Though the longest,
Not lame,
But deadly lifeless,
Only stands
And watch the world
Walk on its feet.

It's the hope
That does not shake and fall
Though many storms strike thousands of things

Don't put your ideas in a cage;
They'll never see the rising sun
And sing sweet notes for you

Stooped with injustice,
He walks with a hope, wobbling;
Fog stays for not long.

I don't trust
These brown leaves,
Moving at my feet
To and fro;

Ahead, they're waiting for me,
The young leaves;

I mustn't take a pause
To my journey.

Sufferings are the guests;
Treat them good hospitality;
They leave the house
Giving joys for us..

Kindness is magical;
It restores the mingled relations.

Kindness
isn't a new invention
Nor something staggering
Discovered from
the deep bed of the sea
Or on any planet;
It's the earth
Holding roots
Since its own birth
And letting them grow
In the open space,
And if the devil
Dismemberes them,
It again infuses life in them

Don't have obsession with money;
It gallops sound sleep.

Being foolish
I wanted people to accept my every view
Being wise
I changed my views and they accepted them

If someone dies due to the lie
Don't shed your tears

Improve yourself

Spend your money
On making your relationships
Strongest and longest;

This is a unique deed
That shows
You're one of those
Who are curious
To make the earth a beautiful place.

Everyone loves someone
Everyone hates someone
You can't blame anyone
Either for love or hate

The fallen flowers
Would never stand
On their feet

And their aroma
Go like the bubbles
On the surface,

But my love
Is the words-skin
Of the body
Of a poem
Sculpted
For
Thee!

In the rain,
I like branches, drenched;

In the snow,
I like the fish, fried;

In summer,
I like the stream, splashing.

When you come to hug me
I like your gait;

If you come
I need no special dish of every season.

I'm never broken
Nothing could break me

I'm a man
The most beautiful creature
And so the strongest
In heart as well as mind

At the last hug of February
There in the field
I saw March
Smiling
From
A
Leaf

We miss so much of our mother
That even a fast fleeting moment
Is the slowest for the heart

My love
Isn't a letter
Addressed to you
In my solitude;

My love
Isn't the clouds
That everyone knows
Bear water;

My love
Isn't the kite
That flies
In a crystal way;

It's the treasure
Of the sea
That's hidden
From the common eye

You cannot call a cucumber a rose;
But you can prove the point
That your fingers are roses.

I hope you understand what I mean.

You aren't capable
Of changing
everyone's nature
But you are able
To inspire them
By making
Your own
Sweeter.

The oak tree stands strong and tall,
But it's the daffodil that charms us

For a brief moment of beauty
Is more beautiful than a dull long span.

Sorrows
Have much to inspire us
But we look other way

The person
Who has no passion
For anything he does

Will always be
On the losing side

When
the invitations
Stop
Coming from
someone
It's clear
You're not
The same person now
And that's why
You start
Blaming them too

After you leave me
I do smell blooms in the space
You were in, glowing

The purpose of poetry
Is to shape up
The thoughts of man

Possibilty
Is a bidden guest
Who adds salt to our smiles

It's nightingale
That flutes spine-tingling songs
To **** our weariness away

It's a winsome bride
Who calls forth our hope
To weave a wonderful waterfall

Suddenly,
Like the dawn,
I'd rise
And shine
Through fields,
Hills and dark caves,
And in the end
Glow like the golden eve.

I'm willing,
Gallant enough
To barrack
you-aren't-noble,
With the courage of a crow,
An ugly creature,
Still living its life at the fullest,
And explain to him
The concept of
Hating-the-poor-is-losing-human-face,
And if he doesn't get satisfaction,
I will be the strictest tutor
Dishing him corporal punishment.

I would have to reach Fate
To take my share from him
For, I know, he is very unwilling
To give us our due

The smell
Of the falling rain
Is more fragrant
Than the aroma of
'Happy Rose Day'

Get out of
The door of words

And dance in the rain
Along with me.

My presence
With my
Myself
Makes
Me feel
More secure

It's the age of selfishness.
Then what to do?

Indulge in it
Without ignoring others

It's far better
To sit in the sun
To know the value
Of the shade
And how to bear it
When there's no moonlight

Keep walking in the sun
The shade is hidden in it

Simplicity
    Is more beautiful
            Than a celebrity
Sharper
     Than accomplishments-effects
Long lasting
      Than the trends

Until the simplicity is the sharp spear
It cannot survive amongst modern trends

It's the smallest things
Which build up your future

Haven't you noticed
Today you're great
But we're too small earlier

You
Could measure
One's happiness

By the life of one's smiles