Borrowing Shakespeare's word
Soliloquy, my mind talking to me
Where there's my own voice
Changing ****** expressions
Where there's only me to share
Solitude, killing me day by day
Giving me the warning with a
Symptom Of mental retardation !

Sorry does not make any sense
To cure your broken heart's tense
Hurting you was not my intention
I badly need your attention
Accepting the sorry from me
Have a heart to forgive me
Waiting to hear from you
My sweetheart I love you

In a beautiful place called
LOVE YOU
Staying in a house called
HIS HEART
Was a temporary stay for few years
Now I stay permanently in
HIS HEART
Taking him with me to my place
LOVE ME
Making him stay in a house
MY HEART

It was a mixture of climates
Drizzling with a gentle breeze
Of medicinal Neem leaves
Near my window
In between peeps the sun
To compromise with the rain
Crows building nests
With the falling twigs of trees
Foxes getting married
That was a telling of oldies
Enjoying the friendship of
The rain and the sun
Feeling lucky to see them together !

Oh Moon ! Take me with you
Wish to disappear from this world
Full of sorrow and greed
All admire you at night but
Forget you when the sun comes
Same happens to me
All love me when I Am happy
But forget me when I am sad
How lucky you are!
No need to face them when
They forget you but I
I have to face both emotions !

Women being tamed like pets
In a golden cage of love
Not a few, but many
Clipping their lips so tight
With silence of fear
Taught to love her husband,
children, parents,society
But not to love herself
Compelled to respect the feelings of one and all
But no freedom for her emotions
Becomes a servant without salary
Suppressing their grief with in
Tears too scared to fall
Maybe there are many too bold
But many jolted in a quod !

Tolerating character
Amaranthine with a smile
Uniqueness in everything
Radiant feminism
Uttering voice of nightingale
Sincerely delicate heart

I am a **Taurus woman !

Lost in his thoughts
With her eyes closed
Waking up from her fancy
By the call of a pigeon
With a message from him
Conveying to meet him
Near the river side
Of the Gulmohar tree
Hearing the trumpet of
The evening conch

With an acceptable smile
Ready in his favourite
Shining peach fruit dress
Wide eyes with black kajal
Long black hair decorated
With magical fragrance
Of buds of jasmine flowers
Colourful bangles filling
Her soft wheatish hands
With musical bands

Sitting under the flame tree
Decorated with beautiful
Orange-red Gulmohar petals
Waiting for her beloved
Lasting the wait till dawn
But never did he come
Flowing kajal with her tears
Turning her to black cheeks
Back to her despondency
Like a broken soul

Comes again the pigeon
With a message on its body
Written by human blood
Dear, move on in your life
I am, no more in this life
Jasmines giving an odour
Bangles becoming colourless
Kajal, blurring her vision
Falling down on the floor
With her eyes closing !

With a paint of white on his face
A paint of red pie on his nose
Fascinating colours of dress
Making himself a fool
Making others fall into laughter
His life being a tragedy
Hiding it in his fake smile
Making it a super comedy  
Becoming a Shakespearean
Tragicomedy character
A fool , the JOKER !

I was in a pride that I am unique
But felt I was wrong seeing
The same me in another
He cries when I cry, laughs when I laugh
And does the same gestures and mannerisms
He does whatever I do
Was totally surprised to see him
Drinking liquor when I do
I was laughing out louder at him
When he laughed at me !

Today the moon is in cheer
His favourite star is near
Which was away with fear
Who moved to whom
The moon to the shy star
The star to the manly moon
Starting love to bloom
How long will it last
The night is moving fast
With this fear of goodbye
The sky was standing abide by !

Dreamt he always of those  beautiful  black eyes
As a hint of his love waiting for him
Tempting him to come out in search of her

Opening his eyes in the morning
The dream comes to an end
Erasing it from his memory

Back to his dream during night
Those magical eyes
Provoking him to find his love

One fine morning, a frail old woman
Comes seeking a place to bide
Kind-hearted is he
Letting her inside his house
Permitting to stay till she recuperate

That night comes again his dream
With those eyes so strong
Like a call of his love too near

Getting up from his bed
Walking with his eyes closed
To the room where the old woman stays

Opening his eyes met with those black eyes
There standing a beautiful girl
With her eyes full of love

Loving each other all night
Forgetting their love during day
In their world of love with curse
Lived happily ever after!

Travellers are we
Who occupy space
In a Choultry
Doing our duties
Given by our Lord
With a smile
With a frown
Where there are
Unavoidable grieving
Unavoidable desires
Unavoidable relations
Knowing nothing
Belong to us
At the end of the day
Leaving the place
One by one
Or in a group
With empty hands !

A Beautiful Landlady,
A Wonderful House Owner,
Who Gives Shade And Shelter
For The One Who Is In Need
Without Collecting Any Rent.

A Kind Hearted Shopkeeper,
A Sweet Hearted Fruit seller,
Who Gives Fruits And Nuts                                                
For The One Who Is Hungry;
Without Collecting Any Price.
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The One Who Gives Himself,
Who Gives Herself,
Without Expecting Anything;
But Giving Everything With A Smile!
So Never Faces Any Disappointments!!!

Understand my love
Hurting words from me
Are the effect of grief
My way of expressing
That I too miss you
I did promise you
To communicate with you
Whatever happens
But some unavoidable
Situations made me
To suppress my love for you
And break my promise
But believe me my love
That was fake and this is real !
Struggling to make you
Accept the real me
And only hate the fake me !

Visions of closed eyes
Comes by imagination
Visions of opened eyes
Comes by experience
Responsible is the mind
And not the eyes
Seeing, the duty of eyes
Create, the duty of mind
When eyes see one thing
Mind creates different visions
Responsible is the mind
And not the eyes
Let us clean our mind
And not the eyes !

Under the Banyan tree
Me, sitting in the
Parrot - green carpet
Our daily spot
Where the river flows
Like your cat walk
Waiting for you to
Breeze in before me
With your sparkling eyes
Capturing cute smile !
Mr.Sun and Mr.Moon
Ready to change their shifts
Greeting me with sympathy
Seeing me waiting
But... You never came !

Green marble walls
With half white lines
Inside the compound wall
A white basement done
From that a red house
Designed with black oval drops
So juicy, tasty watermelon !

Where the life is taking me
Not knowing my future
Nor my present
Blessed with all gifts so full
Still life seem to have been null
Loving people around me
Still a solitude feeling
Surrounding me
What is happening within me
Tears flow without a reason
Not only for a single season
Mind has become tired
Like a toy with low battery
Always comes a question
Why am I here in this world
What is his mission
Which I have to complete !