For the purity to blow
For the neatness to flow
For all the clarity to glow,

Lets sow more love
Lets pour more kindness
Lets wipe out all tears.

        All the beauty is here
         it is in our hands
        we can creat smiles
        we can bring near
        the better tomorrow
               for all of us !

I just want to hug you tight
as you are the only rock for me
when the clouds above grow dense
and the sun is not so bright

On this windy night
standing on the balcony
enjoying this lovely sight,
moon peeping from the side
of that cloud in mischief,
the gush of wind passes
by my ear, bringing
a message from the big
tree near me, leaves swaying
in harmony and urging
me to join the tree, to sing
the melodious symphony
of unspoken minds,
as we both after a long
hectic day, need to unwind
to sing and dance
and loose ourselves
in this wild trance.

Hope never dies
in this land of chaos
truth floats over lies
all you need is a stir
and a heart that's wise

A jolly smile and beady eyes,
pitcher and crunchy fries,
in this tipsy walk of life
with friends it is always cheers
down to the last mug of beer.

Its straightforward what I told
just that the content was too bold
not so simple that you can hold
please, don't turn cold
close your eyes, try to unfold
things we long ago have sold
Now *we have grown old

In this world full of chaos,  wilderness
                                    I sit at a corner, ponder
what will happen of the essence, remains
                                     Do we even stand a chance
If struck by a devastating thunder
      for a stable future, I pray to you, help us *sustain

If you look hard, there will
   always be a point from
       where we cant see
           further ahead      
                 but if
                    U
                  kept
            trying more,
        you will find the
     way, which will lead
you to the broad highway

I jumped a foot high
but did not like
what caught my eye.
There were two poles
a thick rope tied,
an uncanny beat being played
by a skinny man on the left side.

I jumped again,
this time I looked right
and sunk low by the sight
A pretty young girl
tying her hope tight,
getting ready to walk
on that thick rope.

Now I needed no jumping
the act was already up high
as the crowd let out a sigh
as the girl did all balancing.

The bread hard earned,
life is always on the edge
silently I have learned
deep inside we might all be
just on the same page.

Play of colors
by nature
seldom happens in transition
of one hue to another.
Every feature
has a distinct shade
from the brown soil
the clear blue river
to grass's green shiny blade.
The chaos of colors
amalgamate into a tune
forming a melody
a raga of fortune.
Wind blows away
the sand that never settled
new paths made and broken
where the sky meets the sand dune.
When the leaf loses its charm,
and falls on the earthy ground
creates ways for travelers to follow
a path filled with uncertainty
with an attitude never so yellow.

A surreal landscape,
A elegant bend of the river,
A small pebble taking shape
For us its now or never.

A song once sung
By the chirpy sparrow,
The grass where we belong
Now captured by the hollow.

Somewhere far away
Few words get scribbled
Few tunes get murmured,
Wrinkled faces prayed
But on the yellow sky,
The sun faded and faded...

A small space of mine,
a sweet four square feet,
I fold a chair just fine.
My mind flies over the lake,
which reflects the morning rays
I hear the calls of cranes,
adding tranquility for calmness sake.

In my balcony ,
three pots of plants
with colorful smiles,
give me silent company,
gentle fragrance of love,
spreading freshness for happiness' sake.

I sip my coffee,
the green, blue and orange,
help gulp down my bitterness
and let out a breath of hope,
subduing pain for today's sake.

no words uttered, no song sung,
just a dose of nature,
through the small space of mine,
helps restore my love so amateur,
and for my days to shine.

Above this cloud of madness
flows a gentle cool breeze
drifting  away all the sadness
striped butterflies flapping at ease

sound of the waves are heard
once suppressed by the chaos
rhythmic crashing no longer weird
silent therapy broken by the gentle dose

If only one drowns deep can one taste
the salt can be the much needed sweet
where there is no emotion to waste
and only generous soul to greet.

The sense of it,
falling leaves on bare shoulders
while on the bench I sit, and see,
through leaves sunlight creates wonders.
Nothing seems to pass
time, wind, momentary stillness,
******* out life, creating
emptiness inside a beautiful vase.
The splendid vase reminds me
the life that could have been,
not the hollowness which I now see
its been a long while
since the time when I was not greedy,
changing the water and trimming
orchid sticks made me ... smile

I lied down last night
closed my eyes
it was a terrible sight
snakes flying high
and clouds sinking deep
I could not
understand why
my world seemed upside down
though I knew
it was the same
for someone else.

why me, why me
why she could not see

In bed I turned on both sides
but my dreams could not fit
though the mattress was wide.

Some love not given, some shown too soon
can I get back there and amend,
at least in my head I will be clear,
for when I made lunch for that special friend,
it was already dark before noon.

If only, I could catch the bus again
get down at that stop, pass that very lane
below the tank we could meet,
see you once more,
and then,
fall back to my eternal sleep.

Build my dreams,
    soak my fear,
drift away to the unknown
far, yet so near.

Naive thoughts gather,
  above the mountains,
and shower down with vigor,
melting all our hard pains.

Giving shape to my emotions
making the world appear bright,
a trip to the heaven and back,
my imaginations taking flight.

            Captured by the mystery
            of its unknown sources.
           Mesmerized by the beauty,
            of its short-lived form.
         I try to follow its path,
           of which there is no norm.
         Only randomness everywhere,
           nature's order in the chaos below.

She pinged him in the morning,
excited to relay her dream
they had met last night
over coffee and whipped cream
His smile could not be contained
within the mobile screen
while just twelve hours had passed
he texted her how long it had been
The couch looks so depressed
pillow flatter than ever before,
empty bowls of food lined up in front
late night love talks keep eyes sore
She did not care about her top and hair,
wearing a smile was just enough
the excitement of a video call
made both look lovely, although rough.
They chatted and took it slow
having all the time to let love grow
and just keep going with the flow.

The alarm wakes me up at seven,
I get ready to face another day,
with nowhere to go even
the whole day at first seems grey

But birds peep through the windows,
worried about the change in norm,
as the world goes through it's lows
I stay indoors during the invisible storm.

A sweet boredom clouds my mind
to maintain my sanity
I travel to any tranquil place I find
in my head and away from earth's gravity

I write, I paint, to go out I refrain
I hear the birds chirp, from my window ajar
I count the twinkles of that lonely star
I observe things I earlier looked in disdain


I try to pluck words from the new garden
where plants imbibe love of the sun
undisturbed, attended only by its own brethren
and my scattered thoughts do not cast shadows
while I watch another sunset at the horizon.