When effulgent sun scattered his splendors in the firmament
And charming flowers shed their pure, sweet bewitching fragrance
Then I whispered an adoring adieu to my loneliness
And cherished the blossoming muses of stoup in ecstasy.

O Hearts of elegant softness
O Souls of tranquil calmness
O Minds of charming fragrance
All resting in peace in silence
I, kissing the air in every breath,
Living on your impressions till death.

O Shapes of perfect cuteness
O Traits of extreme boldness
O Words of subtle cognizance
Also went in the wake of silence
I, counting my seconds of life
Waiting to be an impression in life.

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?

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.

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.

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

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

The Sun was far, hot and big
Before I trapped him in my camera;
Like the mighty sea lost its might
When carried away in a bucket.

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.

Again on night shift!
tell your boss to change your shift
my dear pleasant moon

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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..

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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 am the witness, the eternal witness, of the universe where stars are born and raised in effulgence, where vast empty spaces teem with celestial bodies, where the planet of life spins, a marvel of intelligence amidst the cosmic expanse. I stand at the intersection of past, present, and future, bound by names and actions, yet ever watching. I am the same witness who beholds the eternal drama of birth and death, both a spectator and a participant in this endless cycle.

In this timeless sea,
Me the sole chosen seer—
visions come and fade.

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.

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?

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.

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

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

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.

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

Ah! my small withered life
Creaking like autumn leaves
Try yourself, tread and hear
My lost love and her cries.

Silence of death had took
Glim of my soul and love
Darkness ne'er lift from me
Until her light lit mine.

Cold wind
Rushing in through
Weak mind.

Dead lips
Quivering when
Fear grips.

Lone hope
Anchored soul in
Faith rope.