She,
The beauty,
An umbrella,
Over her head
In the strong shower
With no place to be gone
All alone
With no one for help
A stranger
Sees the girl
With an umbrella over her head
Through the misty shower
He sees only
A dark figure
With a long and curly hair cascading
With a color of a dreadful black night
Wearing a gown
Color of a cloudless sky
Like an angel
Who had fallen down
From the heaven and got lost
The stranger
With an umbrella over his head
Pace slowly towards
The girl standing alone
She stares and
He smiles
Though it is not
a time of a smile
She smiles
Just few seconds,
I can see
Two figures
Walking along the empty,
cold  and muddy path
An umbrella over their heads
Another left behind
With the grabbed hands
Maybe forever...

Her white dress
Though it is patched
In several places
White it was
Clean it was
Out of dirt
Her smile innocent
Simple it was
But a great story
Hidden in her eyes
Diamond like blue
Her eyes owned
Blonde her hair
Remainings of hay
Among her hair
But it matched
Blonde to blonde
Her hair too
Looked like a
Bunch of hay
Which is tied together
She
Who kept sitting
Near the haycock
With an empty look
In her eyes

It was made by her hand
Just like other days
Adding tea milk and sugary sugar
Except one thing
That was her love
Her beautiful hand
Left she used for all her works
With the ring
Represented the bond of life
The tea cup was lucky and happy
To be carried by her hand
Smooth and soft
The tea cup was overflowed with happiness
It smiled
But she thought it was steaming
Due to hotty hot boiled water
It was the destination of its journey
She kept it on a table
Clear and well organized
With a laptop on it
A man kept staring at it
But he did not notice
That she brought a tea
Did not smile with her
The tea cup felt strange
The man was ignoring it
The tea cup was boring
The morning breeze came in
From the opened windows
Tea cup felt sad
The smile started to fade
The curls of steam started to fade
As it was crying hard
One hour left
The man was gone
The tea cup was alone
The steam too has gone
Cold it was

it's an ambrosia
a heavenly drink.
one is going to die
in the depthless
river of sadness
poetry is the
canoe
which will come
floating towards
and save
poetry is  the
only solution
for one who is
overflowed with
happiness
due to the
magical creations
of mother nature
may be due to the
wordless love
take a sip of poetry
you'll feel you're alive
poets live magically
though others live non-
its a boon
and it is a blessing
one who has powers
to heal the hearts of others
is the poet
who let the readers
to take a sip of true poetry

The rainbow her beauty
Raindrops was her falling tears
Through the rays of hopes

A path
going to somewhere
But he,the fallen hero
Doesn't need
where the brown path ends
Far far away
He could see
Peaks in green
Covered with mist
The place where
He,the fallen hero
Stopped
Narrow the path was
With trees
Full of cherry blossoms
The fragrance
Of cherry blossoms
Touching his nostrils
But he,the fallen hero
Need not to feel
The satisfying smell
The zephyr
Trying to wash
His sorrow away
But he, the fallen hero
Need not the zephyr
To do so
Beautiful birds
Twittering and singing
The lay of love
Upon the trees
Full of cherry blossoms
In bothsides
Of the path in brown.
Enchanting,
The surrounding was
But he,the fallen hero
Did not notice
He was left with another
With no soul
Just a body
With a beautiful face
Dead and gone
Upon the hands
Of him,the fallen hero
Mourning and crying out loud
With no one
And she has gone
Lying on his lap
Who has let go of life
Upon his hands
Bloomed cherry blossoms
Falling upon them
Like they are mourning
For her death
And he,the fallen hero
Who's recalling
The last words of her
"Dad I  love you...."

Trees are like painted in gold
Oh!how funny when it gets cold
All the trees with flowers in red
Talk to us like they are all dead

Cause sun is hiding behind the horizon
Leaving all of us behind to be frozen
But a voice coming beyond their sight
Tells them to welcome the reaching night

And it comes the time for strangers
Though for somebody it is the time of dangers
Hawks fly over the horizon while cicadas scream
To enjoy the night's best part as we call cream

Oh!everywhere the dark,like a girl's curly black hair
Have a walk and feel the bliss of touching the night there
God save your majesty!cause this is your realm
The darkness hardly escaped due to your overwhelm

You,the orb of night has at last risen
Leading the angel of night to her mission
Under the moonlight is a path going to somewhere
Having bushes with blossomed moon flowers and a mere

The bard doesn't need where the path ends
He only sees a short way along due to the bend
Espy the sight of the moonlit path with thickets and flowers in both sides
The flaxen colored ,lambent path uttering a secret to our minds

Feel the zephyr and the impenetrable darkness
The ambosia wash away your harshness
The swift and cold wind blowing apace
Always washing the ire away and making amaze

The empyrean which recall the color of clematis flower
With twinkling stars gathered around their lover
Very blissful to have their lover today
Beaming at us more brightly than the last day

The celestial body has arrived today
Making the whole night awaken and it may
Do it until the world come to its finishing day
The moonlight is the syrup of night as I say

Moon beams came down
Water reflected the celestial body
Leaf fell and blurred

blossomed periwinkles
with hues of rose
beneath the silver veil
and atop the emerald diamonds
danced with the zephyr
for the dead silence
paiting the coals of darkness

Sometimes ......
We feel like the world having all;
the world  having strength to **** our soul;
Which we built and which we loved;
Is going to fall with no clue to be found;
Intempting and stopping all were fine;
And all our works which kept going;
With no sympathy and with no mercy;
Always filling us only with agony;
We feel like we are left all alone;
In the fresh and cold though misery dawn.

who stole all these colours
emerald,midnight, amaranthus
off the canvas and left it dull
lost and alone
"rainbows ,what a colorful mess"
old quotes said to impress kids
it's a hopeless world
inside my mind
aspirations and inspirations
scattered into pieces with no lights of hopes or wishes
lost hopes I inhale
emptiness is oozing from my gaze
when I stare to see
where my world
lost

Those old town roads
They are still the same
Muddy,uneven and rough
Those musty memories
They are still the same
Gloomy,blue and harsh
Don't ask me why
Don't ask me for any
Reasons,Oh darling!
Just breath in
The lies and darkness
Of withered flowers of old times
When you stepin
And the beauty of crumpled promises
Lying dead along those shabby roads
Where you took my hands
And walked…
The roads of this old town...