When it’s summer I pray for cold
In the winter sulk for warm touch
When I was a kid longed to be old
I’m always asking for too much.

When it’s money want of it more
It’s always for good times I search
I want the rains to stop torrent's pour
I’m always asking for too much.

I want my woman to be a *** queen
Want her always hot on my urge
Her smiles I notice can't read her pain
I’m always asking for too much.

I want smooth sailing life’s steady flow
A decent job and a nest for night’s perch
See on her face shine a happy glow
I’m always asking for too much.

I want all my poems earn your read
Desire it’s them only you search
I do only care for my ego’s need
I’m always asking for too much.

She shrinks running on the beach
winds reach her hairs dancing free
smaller she grows far out of reach
around her prance the waves wildly.

Her limps all gone, gone is her ache
she’s now again a pristine child
with sandy footprints skin sunbaked
she catches me in her love beguiled.

In the saline wind her coppered face
stoops for treasure of wave washed pearl
in enslaving thrall of love’s wellness
years wind her back a little girl.

Soon she will be back with worn out shells
boast of her finds from the seashore
never knowing in those moments’ windy sails
she unlocked in me a long locked door.

All those passion fueled stroke
that go up in smoke!

In the dying flickers of night
I lust for her touch on my forehead

Come before robs you the daylight
And scatter you in pieces in my head!

In daylight she’s real scattered pieces
Drawn in many faces missed in many kisses
A woman a wife remote in diverse role
Her fibers hidden like light in black hole
On the nights too she’s mystic moonbathed
A wispy fairy out of bound lying on my bed
I can’t but love her can’t her ever leave
Can’t put out the flame that rises to deceive

I crave her fullness in the dying flickers of night
And doomed to an eternal fate
I lie in wait

To see her core disrobed
*before robs her daylight!

Water bowl in one hop
two hops for a grain
life here is a full stop
in one ceaseless pain!

Inches flight is one leap
up and down sideways
eyes when droop in nights' sleep
forgotten are passing days!

All they have is two by one
space that's locked in grill
blessed are they when life is gone
death brings fulfilled will!

Their world is a 2 by 1 space
on this side am I fine?
in theirs I see my own face
their home is almost mine!

From the dusklight emerged two shadows
Part with the money or you are dead
Then on him rained powerful blows
Danced thousand sparks in his head.

Stop I yelled loud in impulse
In rushed blood soared up pulse
Ran to the ruffians with raised fist
Crying stop you ugly beast.

The goons were caught in wild surprise
This sudden resistance they didn’t surmise
Never thought someone would be so fool
To not be deterred by their muscles’ rule.

The chance to be brave didn’t give it a miss
I yelled once more I’ll call the police
Stood before them like one tall wall
The worse happened after a moment's lull.

In the pale streetlight glistened the knife
Swooped down in a flash to ***** out life
I rolled down the road in a fall too steep
As he lunged at me and plunged it deep.

I woke up slumberous in the nursing room
Broke through my pain her words’ perfume
You’ll be alright my heart’s brave knight
Her face beaming in my eyes’ blurred light.

My moving lips brought close her ear
She strained it hard caught me whisper
*Till that day I never knew
Could stake my life to be brave to you.

Up the tree high up from ground
the stubborn lover makes a metallic sound
if from the foliage can reach his voice
a mate finds out makes him her choice.

The summer noon is deep lonesome
hot winds blow in somber hum
'neath gray sky he strums in wait
a soulful beat in search of mate.

She seems so close yet never too nigh
his breast breathes out sigh on sigh
Spring is gone soon will come rain
yet finds no soul to dispel his pain.

He doesn't give up calling from morn
if comes his way a heart lovelorn
I too want he gets his mate
the stubborn lover coppersmith barbet.

Your difference I find hard to bear
though I'm right in whatever I say
want you to talk what I love to hear
want you to go my way!

I want your world to go my way
I'm okay and you are not
words I love you don't ever say
you don't just toe my thought!

Why you don't just toe my thought
me you don't understand
why you seem to me remote
a distant far off land!

Why you remain a far off land
farther from me you stray
why don't come to the place I stand
and not just walk away!

I wonder why you walk away
say not what I love to hear
don't listen to what I have to say
though living together the years!

Daylong I bemoan justice denied to me
Till breaking through my nightly peace
They gather around me seeking justice.

In someone’s eyes I sculpted a rain
In someone’s life a desert
In someone’s loss I found my gain
Broke someone’s delicate heart!

On someone’s face etched a dark shadow
A scar in someone’s mind
From someone’s face stole moon’s glow
In the dark left someone behind!

They surround me breaking night’s peace
Each someone I hurt on the way
My wrongs' phantoms come for justice
From the ruins of the gone by day!

Good morning* her sweet voice rings in my ear
But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor
Makes me feel a sinner.

It happens someday my mind goes messy
And her neon lit smile floating in the aycee
Can’t wipe out outside’s burning summer.

The kingfisher knocks to call me
friend of you I do beg
make some time from poetry
find me a place to lay an egg.

My nuggets of small oval white
where to put them kind soul
where to find one good site
on some wall a small hole.

This summer the ponds are dry
my eyes are weary with watch
futile my desperate try
to pull out my hunger's catch.

Now I hardly ever sing
hold a mouthful in the beak
dying is the blue on my wing
I'm growing lean and weak.

Friend make a try to save me
our habitats are on the shrink
make some time from poetry
save us from falling over the brink.

The kingfisher knocks on my door
of you friend I do beg
if you want to see us anymore
find me a place to lay an egg.

Glistens the bones in moonlight
Ones within the one outside
Has no answer the fairy night
Why bones’ glare the dog can’t hide!

The one outside is the dried up bone
Marrowless yellow hard as stone
Yet for jaws a hope in sight
If chewing its dews makes warmly night!

Like bone is hard infallible trust
In breath of death till last breaths last
Can bring from brink a pale moon bone
A whiff of life hope’s seed re-sown!

Skinny shadows pray to the night
To make them bone from moonlight
Just one yellowed for a dreamy ride
In crumbling bones breaking inside!

The mother cat is teaching her kittens fast
Leave them she must
In another few days.

Her babies are
Blindly following her
She knows her art of replays.*

Grow up baby till you have the caring hand
Grow fast to earn your place on this land
Not all you future can hold in embrace
Not all of you can survive find a place.

She teaches well her lessons are without flaw
She teaches you to use them well your tooth and claw
Yet not all can rise from fall make their way
Not all you can live up to the future day.

Learn fast child time runs wild don’t know when
You are grown and left alone with angst of pain
Learn it smart all her art of making it through
Know baby all her teachings are wise and true.

In the crowded platform
he sure was the dancing peacock
in his heart was blowing a storm
he feigned though looking at the station clock.*

Not the clock he was eying that one lovely girl
her face storm gatherer like her hair's black curl
he blushed every time she would catch his eyes
stealing her a look in indifference's disguise.

He was within enjoying this farcical foreplay
didn't know her train his was an hour away
imagined she too was singling him out
from the flock of men his contenders no doubt.

Did a wispy smile float on her cherry lip
few moments' encounter could it be that deep
still in his wondrous thought the girl he did own
on that absurd stage for her his love was grown.

One could not tell what was going within her
her eyes were they touched shone there a star
was she too mindful of him held him once in gaze
or her mind was too far away on a different page.

The hour passed quick in the young man's trance
between changing trains with the peacock's dance
when chugged in her train flew away the butterfly
the whistles of his train drowned his rending sigh.

I need one poem to take with to bed
I need one poem to stay in my head
I need one poem to read in dream light
One poem to survive when bows out the night.

i tell them when they come under me
though my shade won't make you cool
love as much wholeheartedly
for love break all the rule.

stay together for years on
for small things part not way
if from life love is gone
it's hell each living day.

it seems they don't hear me
though i say it in high voice
tell them live life willingly
and not once waste the choice.

i tell them live life together
till death do you part
don't just let a bad weather
break your loving heart.

it so seems they don't care
though i always tell to them
let no storm break the pair
extinguish heart's flame.

i tell them it's not that hard
can do it each of you
if can do the two lovebird
you two can easily too.

i doubt it if their ears
lend time for my voice
when it says through joys and tears
stick once you make your choice.

i can't do more from my place
than tell them wisdom's words
i love them and heartily bless
while scaring away the birds.

Long ago a lightning had burnt her dry
But her resolve its might couldn’t foil
Her gnarled hands spread on the merciless sky
She stands on her root in the soil.

You may think she’s there without a purpose
For no foliage now adorns her frame
Not one leaf rustles in south wind’s rush
You can’t even tell what’s her name.

Petals don’t bloom she’s ****** long dry
Her shade lures no traveler to rest
You may wonder she stands there why
Bereft of seasons’ colored fest.

Her trunks sunburned naked and bare
I ask why this purposeless waste
Till I find out one cute raven pair
Has made her their dreamful love nest!

Whenever I go to the roof to spend some time my own
find the chunk of the past I left memories rusty grown
see there shadows of father hear his walking feet
if I strain my senses hard even hear his heart beat!

I hear there the lost footsteps in the wind faintly sighs
in the dark nooks imprints of years that quickly passed by
find there the ghost of dreams she and I had spun
their ashes now scattered from our memories long gone!

I see there the old me in the corner standing aloof
unaged ungrown my fossil on the roof
by the light of the fireflies he still searches me
rewrites in the moonglow long discarded poetry!

On the roof times are not dead they merely abscond
hide under the hyacinth of the night's silent pond
I find them lurking there sounds and sights of yore
for times once lived never go from us anymore!

Thoughts don't keep tormenting my head
I have a job to do to earn my bread
I have hours of dipping my hands in the muck
juggle with the assigns that simply ****!

Poems don't come streaming in my head
let me not lose bread in your mesmeric thread
I have hours of pouring over dead files
wade in the mire in painted smiles!

Dreams don't perch on my stooped eyelids
let me take care of my earthly needs
I have hours of works to pay for the meals
stuck in a rut that slowly kills!

Wishes don't freely on my heart land
let it not be lost in your quicksand
I have hours to cope with the burning
walk the fire on your singed wings!

Fellow traveler
As you leave
You leave me your love.

Like the sandgrains on the stretched palm
with the wind have flown the years
the tides rolled back the sea is now calm
It's biding time on this heavenly sphere!

Yet I've started loving this life more
more than all that spent up before
with a growing desire to have it fullest
sowing hope's seeds to reap its harvest!

Inevitable frailness though makes it hard
more than the yore I dream step forward
still seek the way to get through the dark
explore the mist on unknown embark!

I stretch my hands for the farthest shore
roam mind's cavern for still unlocked door
churn up the residues of time on this side
ride on the comeback of sea's one last tide!

When I’m beside myself with grief
Around me looms a dark mass
You though pray for my ache’s relief
My bones are pieces of broken glass!

When you see my torrents of grief
Around me the world makes no sense
You though pray for my pain’s relief
My eyes pour in unstoppable rains!

When you find me in benumbed grief
Around me stops the worldly rush
You though pray for my agony’s relief
My heart finds in living no purpose!

My bones are now broken pieces of glass
My frame one storm blown leaf
My eyes a torrent of deluged river’s gush
In your prayers though you seek my relief!

Why don’t I stop believing Him
When mother’s eyes bathe in the river of tears
Grief breaks the heart as the beloved depart
And He provides no solace
Offers no escape invoking His grace
And I for once more start believing
He is just a figment of my imagination
A dumb conjuring of my helpless mind
And the only belief I should hold onto
Is never having a belief in Him.

The daughter married off went to a distant land
Leaving them to rue absence of her tender hand
He would till the garden she would tend to him
In that house the couple passed days in dream.

How love hides itself for years stubbornly mute
Till loneliness gives it a face grows it a firmer root
In the tears of sunset years brings it one restart
Once more finds the door to the old couple’s heart.

Two doves of love they looked standing at the gate
In the evening hours together two perfect soulmate
When one day told her wail she lost her living spark
Dropped down dead her man in the garden at his work.

Months passed and she would be seen alone at the gate
With a vacant look in her eyes in white mournful wait
Pleaded though her daughter she should live at her place
The widow clung to her wish of staying at his address.

She lived few more years then went to look for him
The house was left empty like an abandoned dream
A notice was hung on the gate it was put up for sale
The couple was forgotten their memory soon grew pale.

On my walk by the house if I happened to look at it
Would think of the days they spent in love so sweet
The iron grill was rusted and cobwebbed was its door
As if never would come there two loving souls anymore.

This morn as I was passing by saw a woman's face
Standing at the weeded lawn of that lost address
In my eyes danced a thrill into the heart it spread
*Must have made their love's abode a couple newlywed.

His sweats a salty syrup
He muttered time is up
And crashed with a mighty splash!

For the fraction airborne
Did he once mourn
His life passing in a flash?

like poetry she's giving me bad habits

*whenever she eats
her fingers would scoop a morsel or two
and pierce my hungry lips

it makes me wait keen like ***
when the night is nine o'clock
it makes me slave of Pavlov's reflex
for her hands in my liplock

i crave not much for one morsel
yearn more for her hand
it makes me feel lovingly well
to see her closely stand

one morsel or at most two
when she pushes in my mouth
that says to me her love is true
she loves me out and out.

The old man tells the hours almost perfectly
From the length of shadows
Having walked the length of life
Without ever needing a clock!

He can smell in the air the coming rain
Knows the clouds that bear showers
Can closely predict season’s yield of grain
Needs no watch to measure the daily hours!

He can tell when his cow needs a bull
In her moos hears the urge for a mate
Though he has never gone to a school
His knowledge has stood him to this date!

He knows all the stars in firmament
Best way to till the soil for harvest
Has never needed a doctor for ailment
Knows the herbs to heal all infest!

Such is the man who has never been to school
Yet his wisdom can fill countless pages
Making instinctive sharp senses as his only tool
Has handed down his wisdom through the ages!

Drongos are not as brittle ***** as me
Though my nightly poems have ceased to be
They’re still up in wings’ ceaseless flight
Feeding on insects buzzing in moonlight!

I love to call these birds night’s lone flame
Poems after poems love to write on them
A diurnal bird with nocturnal spree
Mocks my cessation of nightly poetry!

Drongos the revelers of nightly carnival
I hold them in envy think them rival
Never miss a moon these foragers of night
Their tireless wings hold the might of a knight!

I often wonder if they ever build a nest
Ever feel the urge for a soft cushioned rest
For I hear them sing in the most wee hours
When the dawn still bathes in dewy showers!

I wish my mind had the Drongo’s might
My poems flew like their wings featherlight
Poured out my words like the bird’s song
Overcoming sleep poems flowed nightlong!

if just for once a smile i bring you
if just for once a little fun
bring you just once joy's faintest hue
would deem it as one work well done.

if just for once from me one line
if just for once one word
bring you just once a moment's sunshine
would give me all labor's reward.

if just for once lights up your face
pass just for once a flickered gleam
bring you just once a little happiness
would feel it like one fulfilled dream.

if just for once past dark of night
take you along a joyous ride
bring you just once a peephole of light
would know all my try is justified.

From pieces of woodsticks
the tea seller makes a fire
in the night of summer,
people sip tea
as they merrily
talk politics.*

When rises the first star of night
day flickers out in the earthen lamp
shadows dance in the oil's light
finds toil's pause a resting camp.

Wispy smokes fly from the kettle spout
outside the long night awaits day
sip the lips elixir of thirsty mouth
claypot's brew finds anew demons to slay.

Fires fly as fireflies dance around
stars find the earth below glowing hot
words dry empty minds dims sound
eyes crave for escape to dream's cot.

The last cup winds up the day's cash
marks the night skylight in cricket clocks
weary hands beneath a tree throw the ash
time to count gathered amount in the tinbox.

Night then devours light's last post
his feet walk the soil of his years' trail
this lonesome hour he loves the most
when his wishes with the winds to the heavens sail.

When the westerly sun
on the canvas spills red dye
fly the birds to the other end of the sky!

Between the windshield and the sky
wind borne
the dreams fly!

Knowing I haven't seen a rainbow for years
sun makes one
with the rain's tears!

As I think how far is the city
the expanse above looks down on me
in pity!

Up and down the road
Nature on me
her treasures upload!

The farther I roam
feel insanely
sick for home!

So nicely says Louise Mckay
in life's few years' span
she would love if someone may
give her one life's plan.

(in her words)

So what are the rules and guidelines?
This I really need to learn
There should be a detailed manual
to guide us through twists and turns

How do we really prepare?
Can't we just follow certain steps?
We do it all the time
but I haven't seen the manual yet!

I know this may sound so strange
but I like to get things right
I want to always be prepared
for those things, not yet in sight

Strangely Louise there's no one plan
that can give us guidance
so diverse is the human clan
traveling the same distance.

Sadly no guide from where we learn
know our acts lead us which way
how to sail through twist and turn
find us a brighter next day.

The morrow lying hidden darkly there
may be rosy or with thorny spike
it can be green or aridly bare
a morrow we may like dislike.

Life would have been so horribly dull
if what lies at next bend was known
Time had not made a blocking wall
let all our futures be shown!

She gives it in my dream
pours it on my night
with the day's first gleam
sprinkles in sunlight!

She brews it in the morn
puts it in my tea
her day's smiles adorn
the path I walk daily!

She mixes it in my drink
with it makes my meal
flows it in my ink
ensures it I feel!

She puts it in my case
blends it with my lunch
ties me with its grace
so I never suffer its crunch!

She rubs it on her talks
when rings me at office
it plentily unlocks
in the hours her I miss!

For her it's never more
her flight on its wings
with it she opens the door
cools my weary evenings!

When she lays the bed
she knows I crave for it
weaves in crimson shade
its fruit ripened sweet!

She speaks all hues of it
signs it in silence
sings in each heartbeat
its words in sun and rains!

When she says I’m hanging up
Stop her before she hangs up
For her click of disconnect
Might never again get you
To hear what she couldn’t state
Create a disconnect
Between you and her
When you can only see from far
She’s drifting a deadwood
Receding to a distance
And your cries on this shore
Is merely mouthing a silence
Of a dumb heart within a locked door
That crafted its own fate!

When she says I’m hanging up
Stop her to save a killing
*Disconnect!

Only when there is a power cut
down here are city lights dead
Can I see up there the stars’ glut
Unseen moon over head!

I need sometimes a power cut
It’s when they yell curse
I open all the windows shut
To stare upon the stars!

I need sometimes a power cut
Like the horse needs the hoof
Feel a thrill in my gut
Run up to the roof!

It’s when is heard the groans
Of people blind to night
It’s then I see the night’s bones
Get the stars on my sight!

I need sometimes the power to go
When sky bathes in moonlight
Her beauty’s fullness night can show
Starry heaven comes to sight!

What do I write about her
a girl artless mundane
fading years don't heal her scar
can't bury her smoldering pain.

Yet can't keep her out of mind
shut her behind closed door
time and again a place she finds
her face comes to the fore.

A bird she was dreaming a nest
a home and cold night's hearth
one shoulder to perch for rest
a caring heart to berth.

How cruel is the worldly way
that denies a soul of peace
shatters a life leads hopes astray
grants not the smallest wish.

For one night the moon was hers
stars bloomed in her eyes
till dreams broke by a monstrous curse
lay dead in the first sunrise.

She still lives a lonely spinster
on the ashes of long dead fire
her empty heart begs not a care
love she never aspires.

It's heavenly
when YOU and I merge to be WE!

How do I go on when she's not there
how do I live the emptiness
how do I breathe one of the broken pair
how do I pass those lonely days!

How do I save all the fragrance of her
how do I preserve all her touch
how do I keep her all the while near
tell her I love her how much!

How do I find her when she goes away
how do I call out her name
how do I have one word of love to say
how do I write any more poem!

How do I nurture her handmade garden
how do I sow there new seeds
how do I carry her memory's burden
how do I stop the growing weeds!

Exquisite, universal, sublime,
Your poems never grow old with time.

Love's language maybe lost in translation
Love's flavor is never.

I confess to you
I hardly confess to her.

Why I say this is
I often deliberately miss
To say the sorry-s I owe her
For having found fault with her
Only discovering after some hours
It was me who was wrong all along
What she did was amply right
What she did was with farsight
Her acts take care of only my needs
My wants she always perfectly reads.

A piece of the dairy white sweet in my lunchbox
Soft silken milky treat
When melts in my mouth
I remember this morn I told her
Why you bring these ****** plain sweets
And not those juicy colored scented treats
Don’t put any of those in my lunchbox
Not caring her face’s strains of shocks!

I have forgotten though she has remembered
My utterings of emotion its every word
How I miss dear those plain white sweets
Pure unencumbered most delightful treat.

I have forgotten she remembers
My companion of all weathers
She picks my choice she knows my mind
Yet for her a sorry I hardly find.

*Don’t you think tonight in her ears
I should coo a sorry in unuttered whispers?

Sometimes it’s just fine to look away
Without pain’s twitch a word to say
Pretend it’s nothing that’s all too harsh
Look up from ground to the far up stars.

Sometimes it’s just fine to look away
Hiding the dent the anguish’s sway
Burn the tears with the fire in heart
Look up from the ruins to the sky for a start.

Sometimes it’s just fine to look away
Feel within it’s not your day
Stop listening to the sadness’ tune
Move with the wind a shifting dune.

Know some days are never your day
Though they’ll try to blow you away
Just live them down not drown in them
For on the morrow is written your name.

Perfection is perfectly boring.
Trying to be perfect is interesting.

Baby I’m cool enough in this world of chaos
Absorb all the fists and blows without being morose
Can hide baby the groan of loss the searing painful sigh
Can rise from a breaking fall and stand up with head high.

Baby I still love to believe life is a joyous ride
Where sorrow is inevitable like the coin’s other side
It’s worth trying building a castle even in desert sand
Adorn it with a moment’s dream touch of a loving hand.

Baby I still cry when pass through a darker shade
But know the light is steps away if I go ahead
There’s hope after despair a mend of broken heart
A beginning after every end chance for a new start.

Baby I’m still unscathed through badly scarring burns
Making my way in the face of storms road’s ugly turns
Can surmount my feet the hurdles run the course sprightly
If you baby just lend your heart in the travel stay by me.

Reappearing the white dots on my fingernail
I’m growing a child again I yell
She smiles having by now known it well
It’s where I dwell.

Her mocking smile is an annoyance
Still louder I yell
White dots come on a child’s finger and toenail.

My lady ever practical says *how do I gain
If ever you really become a child again
It would be a tall demand and I’m afraid
The first thing you would ask for is to be breastfed!

I'm still in love with you
still in love with you
in love with you
love with you
with you
you.
You
with you
love with you
in love with you
still in love with you
I'm still in love with you.

I tiptoed to her garden alone
In the sun her radiance shone
Plumply hanging in golden tone
With curvy tips slight upward grown!

I was tempted by the only wish
To kiss them then milk the juice
A monstrous thirst engulfed me
To **** them dry like honeybee!

As I plucked the more luscious one
Tongue rolled in glee seen by none
Spoke the maiden as soon you taste
My life turns vain beauty goes waste!

You nail me mad to bare my flesh
Squirt my fluids make a mangy mess
Leave me then in ****** dry bust
Find one more in renewed lust!

You waste me when you taste me
Said the maiden ruefully
But my thirst had gone too far
My teeth left her a lasting scar!

(1)

They depend on one another
The daughter
Walking her blind father.

(2)

Skin full of prickly heat
He pulls the cycle van
Loaded with pedestal fan.

(3)

He stops before the first bite
Can’t forget
His pariah mate.

(4)

He wants dark clouds’ gloom
For when they break to rain
His hopes will bloom.

(5)

She has no time for the mirror
Works for hours
As the water carrier.

(6)

She hides her pain
Spending herself up
Seems such precious gain.

(7)

Knowledge’s weight on the back
The kid goes to school
Like a yielding mule.

(8)

On her bed the newly wed
May not find the one
For her made.

(9)

The male calf suckles his mother
He doesn’t want to grow up
And be slaughtered.

(10)

The mother fights the trappers’ might
Not knowing their net
Has sealed her chick’s fate.

Seeing the surge of love poems
finding love as the most trending tag
though my spirit swells

I wonder why still
in this haven of love
all is not well!

Never short of love for him
the son lends his father his shorts.

The poor man was making do with one
washing it and drying in the sun
till his son gifted him when
ran out his luck by untimely rain.

It rains untimely too when love ascends
the son to his father a timely gift lends
be it a shorts or a piece of cloth
a small declaration of love's sweet oath.

This timely lend brings his untimely tears
he hides it from the giver as done all these years
enjoys the bliss of the hug on his skin
wearing his shorts wearing love within.