The painful tears
erases the lovely smile,
after all these years
my attempts proved futile.

some part of you
some act of yours
some madness of me
some scribbled lines for you

All these I fear
will engulf me one day.
I may disappear,
but the memories will stay.

how the rain poured over us
how the wind whispered through leaves
how in love our swing singed
with the bells going ding ding

The moon will shine clear
on the waves of the sea
like the froth on my beer
bringing out the sadness within me.


My mind is now fogged but light,
stopped searching for you in the village.
I now lie down at peace each night,
work on what is remaining in me with courage.

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.

I choose to walk on this arid rocky road
I sometimes forget where I belong,
in this haziness of unsettled dust
my heart filled with fear all along

Just round the corner I felt
someone somewhere called me,
I realized the turns I had not dealt
have now become an unavoidable trap.

No, I never feared the uphill
life is a struggle, with honesty by your side,
but sometimes things go against your will
mountains crumble and you don't know how to slide.

I believe that day has come near
when a strange smoke will engulf me
and images will start to become clear
and I will know I have reached the end.

A lovely breeze flows
through my half open windows.
I stand by the grill,
pretend to have strong will,
to stay in my senses,
to stay alive in coming darkness.

It has been long,
I hear echo of that dull song
while I still stand by the grill
and let time fill
the emptiness within me.

Walking on the roads,
I pass shops and bill boards
selling happiness in everything
as though items can bring
back contentment to you,
replace the warmth of a lost soul
with an object cold and new.

I have failed over a hundred times
took the wrong turn after a long mile,
tried to make way after dead ends,
always trying for that smooth bend.

I feel today,
I need to make a new way.
I am that same soul
with an old habit of setting new goal,
with a heavy heart,
with an anxious mind,
plan a new beginning
on this lonely Sunday evening.

Hey!
you called that day?
Sorry I could not talk
was out for a silent walk.

The tree was cut,
to them it seemed alright, but
I felt the pain
seeing those buildings, price of human gain

The little boy had to sit
in evening, lamps were lit.
As I walked along the road
inside, by the window, saw him getting bored.

We want more milk,
we are nothing but of the same ilk,
It has become so difficult for the cow
what to eat, where to graze I wonder how?

Disturbed, frustrated, we are full of problems and anger
due to less of green, the most soothing colour
Its time for repair, to resurrect
me and you, my friend, to nature we must connect

So!
I had a talk
with nature on the silent walk
planted trees, in the earth deep
and then in my house at peace, i could sleep.

The sun spits angry flares
when even stones turn to ashes
I stay inside and do not dare.

Mother earth soaks up every drop
dries up the river and tree's bark
will the next rain help growing crops

Of things I did not worry before
have evolved now, taken ugly shapes
and now I face problems turned sore

Its for water we run around these days
store for adversity, prepare for the worst
this summer will change us in so many ways.

With tireless dedication

it reminds me, ticking patiently

that was a past occasion ,

what will be , is a future liability.

Trying to look beyond the horizon
I ended up in maze,
unable to find my way
though amazed
by the way the earth and sky
keeps to unfold, revealing
new clouds, trees and mountains.

Mystery beckons the curious soul,
as the story gradually unfolds,
instances weave to build a tale
quenches as well as increases the thirst,
and new realizations turn me pale.

So many people, so many words
So much music so many chords
but it is still one me
and one life to see.

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.

Wrapped in white heavy snow
the tree still stands tall
bearing the weight of the season
it will endure and not fall.

The wind freezes the soul
sun shies away below the horizon
all animals gone, hidden in some hole
green becomes a shade only in a dream.

The day will come when once again
the squirrel will chase up the bark
leaves will rustle in gentle breeze
and kids will fill up the park.

Once again a tired traveler
will find shelter in it's shadow
the tree will again rise and glow
and reward the hungry for their endeavor.

The snow has stopped us all,
but the warmth is close by
when the world will be in motion
and for that fine day
the tree still stands tall
and
*it will endure and not fall

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

People come here and they eat,
satiating their tongue
to me, it seems like a never ending repeat
of an eluding trance song

I do not complain
for every time he wipes me clean
soaking my tears, healing my pain
leaving behind some ornamental scars

There are others also, like me
of different shapes and size
in apparent harmony with no common goal
we just pick up the chatter and claim to be wise.

The lamps glow, in the dark a vibrant rainbow
for an evening, light up my mundane life
the soft wind, makes the chime cling
ostentatious beauty, made for some heart to zing.

Even when the breeze dries, be happy, eat and drink
to connect to your heart I will always be here
the lonely candle will again light up,
and you shall find your much needed cheer.

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.

Up and down the road again,
following the twists and turns
in hope to achieve and gain
I ride on though my eyes burn

My hopes painted inside my mind
where in loops past and future runs
behind the clouds my star shines
I look through it though my eyes burn

I had held too many I could pocket,
now tell less tales, became a taciturn,
hanged those round my neck in a small locket,
I keep quite though my eyes burn

The storm has done damages enough
from the winds and waves I learned
even small ships can deal with the rough
I clean the deck *though my eyes burn

Sometimes balancing on a rope
            is easier than being alive

The stars though far apart in the sky
wink, talk to each other
such display of friendship above,
makes me shy.

Introduced by a friend,
brought together by destiny
at the instance we knew
we wouldn't want this to end.

Be it poor, be it witty
you crack jokes with so much variety
sharp brows, beaming eyes
you are a charming girl
with words so wise.

Up in the morning, we seven
treaded along the woods, in search of heaven
Ah ! so beautiful, in the nature's lap
trees, birds, the lake and us
reading each other like a fluent rap.

Things started making sense
knowing and telling each other
revealing our striking resemblance
despite words not being spoken,
so pleased we were, delightedly shaken.

Again at that friend's wedding,
we huddled, danced, got alive and kicking
watching you make people laugh till the end
so proud I am, to have such a gem of a friend

Awesomeness is stepping to the next year now
alas ! I have to finish this somehow
cherishing our moments in each way,
though being so far away,
my sweet friend, you truly made my day.

*wishing you a very very happy birthday

The hot air blows me dry
even the sweat disappears,
to be cool how hard I try
but the fire seems to reappear

Why can't we just dance in the rain
and let the sun **** our tears

Why can't we have the strength to bear the pain
and let life save the happiness for us later

Why can't we, among this atrocity, be sane
and let our mind engage in love and compassion

Why can't we live our lives driving in the happy lane
and let each moment make a world of its own

Why can't we just sit, staring at the smoked window pane
and let our dreams light up the lamp of hope and joy.

Why can't we stop whining,
for our efforts will never go in vain,
in this blue sky we are always shining
spreading happiness for others to gain.

In the rise and fall of concrete
where air and water depletes,
emotions grow strong
surrounded by walls, they belong
to a few beating hearts
with love and compassion
to help they proceed forward.

Focused on prosperity,
they now also feel for sanity.
Often setting aside egos
they create this era's new ethos
and through this dry jungle
build green splendid boulevard.