Precious moments
Difficult times
Stuck in the moment
But time is flying
Growing older
Getting younger
Searching for chaos in this luxurious calm
Looking for the one standing in the crowded plateform
Smothered by the mob
We lost our way
Getting lost as soon as you find the way
Starting over and over before it begins
Running breathlessly to illumination and infinity
Choosing you over myself
Choosing conflict over peace
Breaking the clichés and codes
We found each other and reach enlightenment
Break barriers and bones
We are the conquerors and the oppressors
Refusing to pick a side we fight for powers
It's us against the odds
We strive, we rise, we deprive
We dragons spitting fire
We too smart to crave for material things
Painting the white flag with our blessings
We give the world the truest version of love

Stranger was here
Started just as a hobby
Soon it became
as an addiction
to enter poet's lobby
Some wrote on love
Some on food joy
Some on weather bands
While others on fashion lands
Some on healthy habits
While other on conflicts
some on golden dreams
Many on my day to day scenes
Some on women issues
Other on insane facts
Recalling immense affection
when I look back to my acts
Some appreciated me beyond
my calibre & heights
In hindi readers
Shaina Bhatti, Shruti Dadhich
Kanishka and Jayanti Khare
Are always acive
With enthusiasm & strong will
In english readers
CJ, Fawn and Perry
Are always active
with love, like and chill
Thank you all
for being with me
throughout this role
Big salute to hello poetry
for giving me plateform
into reaching century goal.

Talking to weeping willow
Through her poems at night
Enjoyed and appreciated

Smiling willow was sleeping
Made moon her pillow
Covered herself with star
Studded night blanket

Spreading pure and innocent sparkles

I was sitting beside and
enjoying her beauty
In my dream land
On same plateform

Planted a brown lifeless stick
On the barren land of school
watered it from her water bottle

I asked her
"Dear what are you doing"
She said
"Mam I am planting it to make it green"

I told her
"It has no sign of green. It is not going to turn into life"

After few minutes
I saw her planting a green leaf just very close to brown dry stick

Might be in hope
"To see green leaf dry stick will turn into green stick"

Her innocent act of plantation
Weighs thousand times more than who just gave lectures on plantation on high profile plateform to gain appreciations.

Miss a beautiful tree
Was standing on the round about of beautiful city

When I passed through
way to my school
Its sight mesmerise me

Tall straight hung with
bunches of pink flowery
Blossom and spread it's
spell bound melody

Gave glimpses of its divinity
from very far on the road

Every ascending move for
glorifies its mastery

Nascent sunrays falling
intensify its brightness
Seems to give message of love and purity

After one vacation
It was not traced by eyes

Tree was missing from its place
Only left a deserted raised plateform of bricks and clay

I wish
May see one day
Raised a reverent sapling
From the roots left  behind by the Fallen Tree