Get out live the life

Don’t mind the strife

Down the valleys

Do not leave your allies

Go up the mountains

It’s part of the trains

Give it your best

Yell out from the west

Man, you gotta try

If you don’t, on your deathbed you’ll cry

Knowing you had a chance

To win in the dance!

Good moments in the earthly life

Preceded by tormenting strife

Feelings get mixed

Several issues get fixed


I am playing my guitar

In the late night watching the star

Grandpa in the lounge retired from the bar

This fond poet missing the spa


Childhood is far gone

Left out no one

Free am I to feel and love

It was last night I made the mad move


Three beautiful strong words

Move like double-edged swords

Piercing into my heart

I love you, I say, feeling the heat


Eager to see them return

Before life makes a U-turn

Like a steel door one stair up

You shut me up!

I saw you in a dream,

Wondering through the green fields,

You were admiring the wilds,

Stunned by the sweet scent,

That the flowers sent


I saw you in a dream,

Hovering like a bird,

From yard to yard,

Me, you were missing,

The sound of your steps pleasing



I saw you in a dream,

Wearing a yellow dress,

You seemed to dislike stress,

In a scooter ride,

Looking like a bride



I saw you in a dream,

You were sitting beside me,

You left arm on my shoulder,

Whispers of love,

As our eyes move



6 a.m. in the morning,

The kitchen sink was frothing,

You were far in a wonderland,

It felt like a dreamland,

Opening my eyes, the dream was gone!

In a throbbing pace, the river flows,

Enclosed by the fence, the cow moos,

Across the bridge, next to the rose,

Standing on the ridge, our eyes cross



Water in the falls, pounding perfectly on the ground,

At the foot of the walls, lay pebbles round,

Scouring the sand, nature depicts its might,

Like a man mad, I stand watching it right



In the hand a red rose, beatific grin like a bride,

Stormy waves rise, inviting you for a ride,

In a low voice, humming a tune,

Evidently rejoice, on the cliff I mute



Hands locked together, fondly folded,

Not minding the weather, eyes momentarily blinded,

Like a movie star, keen to avoid a hiss,

Ending the perceived war, response a soft fond kiss



Resting on the bar, holding the rail,

One leg on the spar, an incoming mail,

Dad restless in the lounge, sitting on a mat,

Anxious for the launch, on his bald a hat

In a moment of a sweet silent thought,
A yearning for attention and recognition of the want,
Like a bride longing for a man it wondered,
Claiming its own existence, its own reality,
It still came.

The living presence still stirred,
Seeming to rise from a place inside,
Arousing the urge to be held in loving arms,
And be touched and be talked to,
It still came.

It’s like wanting a flower in buds,
Because the beauty in the bloom is without mystery,
Darkness in the night creates moments not sleepy,
Fighting for elusive that was indefinable,
It still came.

An attempt to feed imagination,
To create images to make alternatives desirable,
Bringing it closer to consciousness it can be able,
It still came.

Confused by the reality of life,
With those stories, it brought live,
Afraid of a mischievous and untamable resident feeling,
Hungering for a life not actual, a life not living,
It still came.

Like a desert traveller running after a mirage,
Driven by a persistent thirst for water,
A feeling of helplessness took over
Searching in a language of its own,
It still came.

The following of this search is silent and irresistible,
As it direct eyes, ears, mind and all the body as it is able,
Defying logic and any rational thinking,
The body being its slave and it the king,
It still came.

After taking its own time, days and even a whole week,
The presence would retire and yearning subside,
Something inside would be free again,
Life goes on and thing around noticeable,
The mind forgets and would be keen on the physical world.

As a distant recollection slowly forming,
A brick a mortar progressively building,
Thoughts, emotions, ideas clouding,
Maybe to be forgotten or worth remembering

To be wealthy and rich, why does it matter?
Maybe younger and brighter and smarter,
Would convince me to press the starter,
To question, to vindicate or disregard the former

The chase, the struggle is real,
Young, old, weak and strong, all with zeal,
As it rotates like unrolling the reel,
Life goes on, desire burns propelling the wheel

Cells wear out and brains boggle,
At the end always wins Google,
I am weak and strong and I cannot afford the struggle,
But I know I will win if I engage the full throttle

The distant recollection finally forms,
Reality dawns and the thrilling dream booms,
It’s not really a reality, it’s indeed a mystery,
Oh! And wait, it evaporates into nothingness!

I move in a speed swift,

Secure a corner in the lift,

Gravity on my weight surprise,

Seven seconds anxious no rise



Reaching for my pony phone in the bag,

Never hesitating to look like a prank,

On the screen your blank face gaze,

Standing amazed in a maze



Automatic flip opens the back page,

Two dreary decades seems the age,

A round royal yard yells the episode,

Enclosed by the fence lay the ode



The little log house,

Inner infested by mouse,

Yells out the past like a story,

This I watch from storey to storey



Of grumbling stomach,

Of weary nightmares a match,

Like struggling surrounded by the shark,

Reveals the dot, red on white a mark



Ten storeys above the earth,

I had stopped doing the math,

Glass doors slide breaking the chain immature,

In the present, a sight of a blossoming future

Seven strides down the valley
Clear water flowing gracefully
Green grass growing in paces
Perfectly covering the whole space
Godliness evident in nature

Two souls of equal attractiveness
Fitting closely in togetherness
Like a tongued and grooved joint
Eyes fixed on the same point
An invisible force bonding us

Memories of the past
Makes my heart beat fast
Rekindles in me a sense of trust
My lips pour unto you the truth
A lifetime conception of the inner me

Use not your past life
To bring to your future strife
Stand on your feeble legs
Walk to the altar in white leggings
You and me, yes I do.

In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry

Past the congested lanes into empty backfields,
Beyond the horizons of philosophical wits,
Deep into spiritual contemplations,
I have dived against scientific theories,
On the wings of poetry

High up into the blue skies,
Vanishing from the serene coastal viewpoints,
To appear in strangely beautiful wonderlands,
I have flown against turbulent storms,
On the wings of poetry

Along the road not taken,
Feeding their souls with delicacies of my heart,
Of spirit soothing cold Coca-Cola drinks,
Enriching their minds as I took a flight,
On the wings of poetry

Adventurous journeys,
On high cliffs and up the snowing mountain peaks,
Evading the urban heat and pollutants alike,
Where no road, no rail led,
On the wings of poetry

When the world treats me with contempt,
Fear attacking, like armed gangsters ambush,
Love trashed, exchanged for disdain,
I have learned to build my plane,
On the wings of poetry

In an intimate stone-clad courtroom,
Outside, beautifully tended lawns and smiling flower gardens,
I have probed the depths of human thought and contemplation,
And flown against their wind of emotions and feelings,
On the wings of poetry