prill on tranquil loch
and my image rippled out
as words on mind lakes

from cradle to grave
a beam of sunshine paving
my way to the God.

miles and miles I stroll
without an inch of tiredness -
distance runner mind.

miles and miles I stroll
without an inch of tiredness -
distance runner mind

Muddy waves, foam and the storm
All settled in my teapot
As nature stirring outside
My own spoon rustling inside
Will all settle in due time?

Break! break! break dear friend, break the fretting chain
Wake! wake! wake yourself, not the time for sleep
Clean! clean! clean your hands, wash the little stain
Keep! keep! keep the distance, no time for weep.
Close! close! close your doors, sway of death in reap
Lay low, dim and low, let the season pass
Pain of ashes from unmade graves of mass
Frozen fear gripping through the silent hearts.

Let us hail those souls through our singing brass
Who kept fighting to save the human hearts.

Poor lad lay there blight weak worse
Rough rag spreads on hope or curse
Kind hearts frail to fill his gut
Gold and cents ring from rich purse.

I laid my head in an ocean of heather,
Drinking panorama of silent weather,
Life still ahead.

When swarthy sky sent the messengers of night,
My lost time started grappling with dreams in fight,
Left miles to tread.

Down the bed of heather, resting in timeless world,
Echoes of silent words, yet to be uttered swirled,
Not an ear to be read.

Heart in melodious mute,
Impressions of my mind fuse,
Eyelids got amazed and pause,
Until you gorgeously passed.

Eloquence of fervid glance,
Plunges in my hollow heart,
Exuberant fragrance danced,
Earth exhibits show so grand.

Lively lives dived into frames,
Divine ink lavishly paint,
Sunny spring swept stifled graves,
Bid a night to spare and fade.

Watching from my window sill
I saw him walking, a lion in thrill
Streets shivering of his mighty shrill
On his call they come and fill
An army of dogs route march and drill.

Peeping through my window pane
A group of birds landing on the lane
Through which cars flown in train
Now laying like a snake in pain.

Prying eyes through melancholy windows
I saw spring sprouting fast in meadows
Nature dancing reviving lacking human shadows.

For bringing back her magical touches
As she strikes, one but all happily blushes.

Oh, dear mother, forgive your prodigal sons.

Awful calmth of streets in still
Sinking my spirits in silence they remain
Without the treading feet of two legged fellows
One and twenty days freed from his clutches
Nature will revive, but her sons fearfully in their prisons.

He kissed her stomach again and again;
A sweet gesture, to where he came

in my changeless sky
clouds of thoughts are passing by -
shining sun smiling

Brush of lone moon paints her light
Hue of fair gold spreads dark night
Songs of sweet love drums my heart
When my true love hugs me tight.

Once upon a time
Truth and fib went for a walk.
Fib tumbles and fall
Truth chuckles, supples and walked
In past, present and future.

Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla.

Oh words, open your gates and relish my thoughts
Without your shoulder, my walks are crippled
You are the might and the sight of the mind
Without you, we are just vacant glitters.
Every phantasm of emotions I create
Without you are vanity utters
Adamantine walls shatter at your grace
Touching hearts in soothing pace.
Oh words, fill my mind with the water of holy lakes
To cool those with blazing wrath
And to revile and extol those fantastic souls
And with my foolish wrangle let me amuse.
But I will control the natural urge to misuse
The patrimony of eminence of your creator
I perceive you as a two edged sword
Killing the aim and the aimer with no mercy.
So come and transform my trumpery pen
To a magic wand of flowing emotions.

When my heart started ticking in rhyme
And the three arms ran around and chime
I ran faster and fast
Then got slower at last
And now not good enough for a dime.

parched earth whining for
single droplet of water -
crimson sun blazing.

flush of anger drive
the trifling clouds to hideout -
lone sun ruling sky.

kiss on faded face
revived recollection of
long lost wizened youth.

As the morning breeze springing sprightful fragrance
Stolen cleverly when he kissed the soft colourful petals
I woke up into a new fresh delightful daylight
To taste once more my honeyed life and my blossoming day.
From my flat laying lazily at level six
I was contented to watch the sunrise
He rose with all his fervor and might
And I wished him a happy day out.
The sighing wind called me to look down the streets
Where I saw people in masks treading hastily
Like ants rushing here and there in hurry
Never they wish nor smile to any other faces.
Stand alone in bunches they waited for their turn
In buses or cars which ever halted to pick
Like strange samurai soldiers flying to a war zone
Never they wish nor smile to any other faces.
Fearful glances and rushing little steps
Even the whisking dresses frightfully heard as sneezes
My heart cried and burned seeing those pity stances
Oh, dear little creatures, stop your playful bounces.
The mighty human race moving towards a comess
When like weird aliens, Covid trying to invade
But tomorrow we will rise from our burning ashes
To tame you and make you a story for our coming cradles.

Like the rays of light
abandon the sun at night -
virtue spares faithful.

Mighty, calm and composed she lies,
Like a sleeping queen of Arabia.
The wind is blowing kindly and soft,
Barring the rise of her waves in wrath.

Besides the sea there lies a sand-dune,
Twinkling in sun and flying in wind.
Stars above are fewer than her grains,
Whiter than the white, she looks so pure.

Besides the hill there lies a garden,
Fresh and beautiful, flowers she bear.
Greenish meadows and cool air always
She a beauty, the Garden of Eden.

Besides the garden there lies a forest,
Without any trees, full of buildings.
Settings of sun made her beautiful,
The golden city, then she is called.

Above the city nearing the clouds,
There lies a heaven, smaller than hell.
An angel and two kids, opens the door
Whenever the bell rings, for a new soul.

It is my house and you are welcome,
Six hundred and three, written outside.
No need to die to reach our heaven,
All are admitted, except the dead.

I stand on the podium, with a trembling heart
Looking towards, a big sum of audience.
Their eyes are like, stars in the sky
Twinkling clearly and raising my pressure.
They seems before me, as devils in their chairs
Waiting to tear my heart, apart.
Hundreds and hundreds of eyes, I saw
Without a drop of, kindness in them.
Then I remember, the famous words,
None but the brave deserves the fair,
The sign of life is strength and growth,
The sign of death is weakness, it says.
I kept my doubts, a distance away
And delivered the lecture, without any fear.
There saw the devils, standing like angels,
Clapping and clapping, for ever and ever.

How I wish to live a life, like any child of naughty five
Cry and smile with an empty heart, and sleep at night without hurts
Ah! how many springs passed through me, still I longed to have one more.

night shed white from sky
colours faded, sun succoured -
greenish tint is back

Oh, my child life went flying with wind
Matured when youth was still blind
Now waiting for my destined guest
Yes! when he cometh, my time will rest.

fiery form of Sun
and fools' vanity utter -
both displaying hearts.

grey twilight waiting
for darkness of ignorance -
let truth of lights lit.

blame and curse on him
for her son's forgotten coat -
innocent rain God

Greenish meadows, stony benches
Doves and crows toilet in bunches
Huge turnout..

Without fear of baited string bides
Flying fishes in lone seasides
From hideout..

Tree top squirrels wandered bottom
Like torpor kings in their kingdom
Free rollout..

Weeds and shoots sprouting from the soil
Dormant seeds sensing human spoil
They freakout..

Birds and beasts call on us to boo
World became a big human zoo
In stakeout..

Colorful days pouring like snow, winter not but so cold inside
Picking them in baskets of memories, I set a hell fire of love
Let my days burn into ashes, spreading heat to loving dear ones.

in great penury
he twinkles in happiness –
rich man in disguise

Asking breeze came diving entrance
For giving hope in joyful kindness
Lively mind not offering peaceful quietness
Ruining silent thoughts, uttered vain whispers
Xanthic year, zapping virus, hopeful days, why so late?

All your acts done with
the eyes, mind, tongue and muscles
will sure brings their fruits.
Then the pair sorrow and joy
call on happily married.

Red sun wake up from night's bed
Wash and lit up his bright head
When will he gets an off day?
Day in, day out he works dead.

In boundless love, I hate him for my loneliness
Through clamorous words spilling out from my eyes
Mindless me nurturing sprouts of love in my mind
Where inkless pen wrote love letters in silence.

Plunged in Hell, in this heaven where I am
Drenched in gloom, flashes of jouissance I cherished
Bound with him, we sat merrily in solitude
Drowned my soul, in that ocean of multitude.

Dreams of love, which I cherished as real in vain
Haunting me like a ghost still breathing in sane
In the grave of mind, he lied alive and dead
In boundless love, I hate him for my loneliness.

Dark clouds came out wind blow whirls
Gray sky springs down small tear pearls
Rain and storm in my blue mind
Oh! my child out, weak heart hurls.

As my heart skipped a note eyeing her
Blossoming a red rose inside
Can’t even sway my naughty eyes from peeping
Did she ever noticed my sheepish looks?
Elegantly moving from one ***** to another
Followed by my eyes like a slave
Good, she never discerned my wishful stare
Haunted dreamily I walked and tripped.
Inside me a storm whirling in silence
Joy of love lurching my feeble trunk
Kindling a heavenly fever in my mind
Lest I fall, my friend, please hold me tight.
Met our eyes in a trice, a lightning hit
Nay, she pulled her sword back in a flash
Oh my God, I can’t stare the stars so bright
Perhaps, she an angel from mighty heaven.
Quest to know her mind I wander without fear
Rest, like a magic I can’t conceive
Staggering my ship she came directly to me
Tripping my drinks and the glass all over.
Upset with what she did to me in haste
Veil, she took and rub my faintly beating heart
Wish that moment will last for aeon
Xanthin face she pleaded for an apology.
Yes, my friend, there my story of love started
Zesting my life with the love at the very first sight.

The springs of my eyes
Glared my sight and in silence -
He walked away

Lively brid, lovely bird
Hear my little song,
You come and sit my window sill
And hear my little song.

Butterfly, flutterby
Hear my little song,
You come and dance and fly around
And hear my little song.

Curly wind, whirly wind
Hear my little song,
You brush my cheeks and go away
With my tune of love.

Tiny flower, shiny flower
Hear my little song,
You wave your head and flash your scent
And smile the song of joy.

Let me sing, let me dance
With my song of love,
Butterfly and little bird,
You come and join me.

Bereft of buoy,
sinking in this life's ocean
I pity my acts.
Till my sorrows disappear
Happiness hiding behind.

Cold wind
Rushing in through
Weak mind.

Dead lips
Quivering when
Fear grips.

Lone hope
Anchored soul in
Faith rope.

frozen moon
shivered in horror
when death rolls.

Running with the van of death, till her legs couldn't defeat the wheels
Lonely road in awful calmth, not a shoulder for cry and share
Covid hit her love went far, without even a parting kiss.

Long lost stars of sky
Still staring at us and gleam -
Like beloved dead