The splendiferous rose
in picturesque shape and colour
aren't all its beauty treasure trove.

But how a rose is a rose
the flower by the thorns
next on the lane adjacent
to the utterly opposite heck
the very uneven grotesque!

I wanted to give a world
But I have only one.
He said the same
So did one that was nearby!
I felt content to give away
Everyone has a world.

Mirror, mirror
the time is on the go
is on the fly it won't stop.

It will whisk over
my dead body for sure.

But can it reach
out to my soul?

I have nothing to impress you
            nor the strength to follow
                        your surefooted step.
                             But the will to be yours
                                            with love forever.

A man and a woman can art
their most secret way through  
from a speck of dust to heaven.

Or they can walk the walks together
living the daily hourglass ever closer.
But only to fall apart in the end
without finding an edge for themselves!

It can do heaven descends in dust
or not even in the gold it's never found.

Dove off the deep river
it has been a long while now.
Chirping eerily beautiful
anthem of evening the bird flock                          
back to the nests picked their ways
Still, I am in apparently shallow desert.

Nope, I am not lost counting
the low hanging stars but
no longer feeling lonely in the desert.
The moon over the dunes draws closer
I happened to witness then like the star
for heaven, why no one needs a ladder!

Know yourself
nothing is deeper.

Better yourself
nothing is better.

Come on the highway
to the Moon let's go.
Take a turn to the stars
Without further ado!

Pi with love won’t die
it’s irrational but rational
between the infinite Creator
and finite creation.

A creation is dead zero
somewhere being irrational
with the eternally Irrational
That can’t be thought,
or felt let alone be seen
is beyond the imagination!
But Qun Be the very creating Voice
at the beginning that
was allowed to be heard!
Giving the rational reason
the creation revives on a tangent.
Turns on to a perfect circle counting on
both worlds perfectly closed!

Follows the Voice in the nothingness abyss
pleasantly resonant throughout
the deepest and darkest hours showing light.
Suddenly the creation becomes so relevant
finds love that was in creating the creation.
It starts to discover its own
seductive narrative arc:
The vital three acts
the beginning, the middle and the end!

But finds no true end
therefore no middle in the middle
no, begin in the beginning.
The creation in the creation
floating in the void nothingness
starts to see the Irrational for good!

Above me is the wide blue sky
beneath my feet is a patch
of land sprawling far way.

Oh ask me not which direction
am I going this or that way?

East, west the north or the south?
The little bumblebee before
my eyes is flying every way!

Light upon the light
High atop the high
Let the lucky brow
Paradise shines
May your most beautiful eyes
Cast a glance!

Let it light up  
A candle in front of the mirror.  
Ah, wild glimpses—  
Ultimately nuanced,  
An enduring treasure,  
Eternity in shadow,  
Gently showing up.  

Dear, the buzz is all in bloom.  
Without one, nothing is whole.  
The sun scrolls down in sizzling gold,  
Never derailing, never sliding back,  
Looping into the shrouded night.  
The color is half full, half light,  
Hues reflecting a zillion stars.  

Time moves in discovery,  
Ever burning the midnight oil—  
The humble moon,  
Lingering beneath your midnight-black locks.  
The color, the fire—will it be the first to spot  
Your veiled face, the true morning rose?

Reading
       the yesterday,
                       writing
                             the tomorrow.

Smelling money
reach out to the stars.
Knowing why
they gaze down though
upon the deep dark earth
need to be richer
than material matters!

Thinking that ancient Egyptian
made the great pyramid
is numerically imperfect.

Killing for colour
because one is black.
Don't count on just one
because black, white
pink and brown
we all mourn.

I can't breath
I can feel the pain
on my arms, on my chest
on my legs on my back
and on my head
my heart is broken.

Because killing an innocent  
is not only Floyd in the US
is never one
is killing mankind!

Sometimes a dark alleyway
is not just a passing passage.
Like a long haul shadow
it stays on down the moon.

The eyes are on the Moon
it's so beautiful.
Beneath the light
in the dark it blooms!

No word
no sound
no colour
yet a lingua
is heard in
two hearts!

Live for freedom
  die without consent!

Up and down
Far and near
In love closest is tear.

Oops all of a sudden we are shunning to come out
though our bird by design laughs all the way to Mars.
We don't want to because of a coronavirus bug
but it isn't an alien came out from the far
the monster broke out from our very thin air!

Come, see our space bird the spacecraft
hops up on to the solar world like a breeze
as if flying one tree to the other tree.
Hang on its yet to sing the story
from our epic album of technology.

As it crosses the trap the Van Allen Belt
it goes through like a seasoned pro
and blinds the moon on the first go!
Oh amazing what it sees on the next mo
a man-made bird in Mars landed its foot.

Our space bird spreads the wings
far from the Moon from the Jupiter
tweeting from our science pages at par
from the planet after planet raising the bar.

But now all stay home it's risky to walk far
perhaps we forgot the unseen hole is deeper
what's lurking nearby then the black hole afar.
Where the moon lits candlelight isn't by the stars
far from venus over the sea is closer to us!

“Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead,

Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow,

‘Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself,

In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,

I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh,

It was my abode and my garment for a time.

I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,

Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,

I am a pearl, which has left it’s shell deserted,

I am a bird, and this body was my cage,

Whence I have now flown forth and it is left as a token,

Praise to God, who hath now set me free,

And prepared for me my place in the highest of the Heavens,

Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.

Now I live in truth, with the grave – clothes discarded.

Today I hold converse with the Saints above,

With no veil between, I see God face to face.

I look upon “Loh-i-Mahfuz” and there in I read,

Whatever was and is, and all that is to be.

Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,

Cast away the talisman, it is a token no more,

Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.

Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,

I have passed on my way and you are left behind,

Your place of abode was no dwelling place for me.

Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,

A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,

While in this world, here we are granted sleep,

Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged

Be not frightened when death draweth nigh,

It is but the departure for this blessed home,

Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,

Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.

What I am now, even so shall you be,

For I know that you are even as I am,

The souls of all men come forth from God,

The bodies of all are compounded alike,

Good and evil, alike it was ours.

I give you now a message of good cheer

May God’s peace and joy forever more be yours.”

Sometimes
a word or two
tells it all.
Sometimes
it doesn't at all!

Sometimes a wispy
cloud marks
the colossal lofty sky!
Sometimes the sun
hides behind a
splash of cloud.

Joy or grief
knows no time  
can get it in no time:
A sigh or a breath
of fresh air.
A poem is the last spare!

Tragedy and us
we are old flames
not strangers.

We shared the same
ancient tree.
Heard the first chirping
of the morning birds
on our tree branch.
And saw nightingale's lament
on the red rose beneath our nest.
Blooming upon a dew
is yet unfathomed by the sea.
We know it because together
we once touched its bottomline!

Deep from the bottom
this pristine sorrow
we know it from time ago.
Then when I sighed
intended to make a noise
splashing out a cloud
off the sorry sea.
But instead of groaning out
to the lotus pool beneath the sky.
It always rained down sweetwater
back to the earth.
Because every destined grief
deep down is filled with nectar!

There is a dream
Most beautiful of all.
To touch it once for all
longing night burns
down reduces into kohl.
Everyday scurries to this  
swarthy twilight black hole.

Look, the blue sky arch
is up until now
an upside-down cup.
The juicy bit, for sure,
is down on the veiled earth!

See!
The eye can't see itself.
But it can
see.

The physical matter
has a line in its swansong
it has a place in paradise
it’s not here to stay for good
neither to perish forever!

When time folding life goes by,
For a while did I ask for.

When the day folding sight goes by,
And its other face being unveiled
Fluxless moon glaring into the edge of night;
Being gazed upon by millions of stars
For a view did I ask for.

When the moon dance leads the starry night,
And takes the deep based mine,
The ocean dancing along;
For a space did I ask for.

When the red blossoms,
Where the tender zephyr's aroma blows,
****** green of the Earth break-throughs,
For a smell did I ask for.

Heaven wreathed the sun,
With garlands of myriad planets,
When the depth of the night is found,
And millions of lives awaken,
Over the violet Earth,
Singing nightingales upon the rose!
For hearing did I ask for.

Where the spring flourishes,
Into the meadows midst,
Spring from the secrets within!
Beneath the shadowy bower
Wherein the sun shines
Into the eternal shadow!
For a drink did I ask for.

When to reach end, the blooming flowers
The spring flourishes, utilize to the end,
For a touch did I ask for.

When rises the angelic dawn,
With the whole world anew,
And breaks through once more!
For a return did I ask for.

For your world brimful,
When I am no longer in,
But in nobody, an empty brim!
To fill them all I ask for!

Give nife to bed people
they will ****.
Give it to good people
they will save people.

Be the beauty
you want!

The autumn just walked away it’s last few steps
Once again the freezing winter is upon us
Empty trees watch the leaves falling down
No more songs the birds deserted with the blue sky!

Oops, hang on, God’s nature works wonders
in the light and in the dark, likewise.
The leaves have not flown away
When the sun is tucked away
Think of these remote canvases
that also need some lights.
And the trees nearby love
to throw a leaf a blanket on all of us.

Truly it’s time for aspiring gets up
- dreaming sun is indoor on its warming amber.
Who knows you or me who might see first
Snow White on our snowy way?

I am not asking
for an acre of Moon.
Spare me a digit gap
if you could.

One step up cloud we touch
Rainbow is close let’s go for the sky
Let’s do it now don’t delay
It’s time for a butterfly dance!

Rose is ours with a handful of earth
Tickled pink flower gives a smile.
Banish the morning blues away
down the feet the floor is ours.
It’s all clear written in the stars
Now is the time for a butterfly dance!

Be it in the day or in the night
Bask in the moonlight or in the sun
it’s not snowed under the seven seas
nor is tucked away up on the sky.
Still on the ground, the floor is ours
and it's time for a butterfly dance.

With the green we grow the river we follow
Left, right, east and west every way
it flows, open to all directions on its way
The world is open worldwide!
But what if in the midst is missing an eye?
The show is on with the hidden card
Let’s get it done it’s time for a butterfly dance!

The moon sparks the stars
in the depth of the dark
and mesmeric cool walks the walk.

Everyone else maybe then was in sleep
the nightingale goes out and sings.
The sun touches down the rose in the morning
unleashes the blue sky in the broad daylight
a canvas for everyone, draw your mind.

Forget the twilight is not a finishing line
at the end of the day, there is still a searchlight
right on the horizon an ode to the evening star
a choreographed popup - the moon is on the way!
Again art in silence - Taj Mahal flower in stone
the beauty subtlety is beauteous
and a mesmerised parrot lost for the word!

Eying on the stars
Look too far.
I wonder though no
they didn't whisper.
Maybe they know
the straight skinny better.
Why everyone craves
'Swiming in the moonlight
ambling by the river'!

Big, into this
big awesome world
is there a little hole?
For a man to
hide a teardrop?

The Great Wall of China
goes on mile after mile.
Keep walking high
rise onto roofless towers!

We have day and night
a coin has two sides.
There are here and hereafter
hell and paradise
a mundane earth
and a heavenly sky!

Walking on the wall
one might wonder
to take which side
left or the right?
Both look same now
but was built
to save only one side.

Choice is yours
turn on to either side.
There are good and evil
for the chosen better you
see what’s pops up?
Meet the sun rises high
in the silhouette of a great wall!

Ask me not how far
it's only a day
and night space apart!
But its been like this
since time immemorial!

Down the blue sky
I must bloom:
The rose on the thorn!

The silent moon  
is still in the listening mode
since Adam in Eden voiced
his divine prose!

Ambling speechless over
the ocean it won’t touch it,
nor will the billowy water
neither will it jump over.
Therein the ever polished gap
our storylines find the jump!

Be heard like a
S
o
n
g.

Cut through like a
R
h
y
t
h
m.

Get it off the chest from the
B
o
t
t
o
m.

If happiness is all about gaining
Why on earth the nightingale laments
on the red, red rose blossoming?  

The answer doesn't lurk  
inside the computer's silicon chip.
The man gives mind to technology
it doesn't know how to cry!
But a human mind does whether
that is rich or poor it does a mater.

The rosy one is in the hall
But took a seat far off
the shining column of the day.

Now the beast is on the loose
O brothers then why complain?
The thorn ****** is not sweet!

Wounded by one
same stone
crying in many tones!

Not lost in sleep
ascended to a dream
a secret none other have seen
if that doesn't tell the dream
who can interpret?

How the world will end?
First tell how did it begin?

What's true forever
is never a sudden discovery
rolls out in trajectory!

Exposing the rose to the stars
I might say for a mirror
look at the sun.
But how can I give the moon
a demo of its fragrance?