Last few days at school,
where saplings grew as flowering plants,
aroused sentiments and camaraderie,
friends became relatives, teasers- mates.
.
First and last day in college,
turned to be morning to noon.
Diffident souls of first day left as inflated balloons,
being wiser and bolder to fathom the sky.

Memory laden last days are deciduous trees,
We rejoice when it's green again.

3rd March 2017

To look at my face
you need the mirror of your eyes.
Your eyes never wonder
how they reflect
an image of my ‘I’ to your senses.

When you read this poem,
you find an image of my thoughts
through a mirror of expressions
and judge my acceptability,
just as you do when you face this ‘I’.

All through one’s life
this ‘I’ is reflected by others,
parents, friends, wives, children, foes….
giving us a feeling of existence,
solid proof of this inseparable ‘I”.

24th Feb. 2017

The fire of anger
with intoxicating liquor
touches ring finger.

The bull is unseen.
Every male is clean
with superior power within.

The heat and burn
force her to run,
and **** the finger- love is gone.

20th Feb. 2017

When your eyes sparkle
lips are flooded with smile
thousand flood lights brighten your face
I find my spring in you.

The world quickly changes hues
time gets a pair of wings
warmth of passion engulfs as mist
our hearts sing in duet.

If ever you wear a sarcastic smile,
your grin reflects half of heart,
despair pumps a smile to your face
I’ll still find my spring in you.

17th Heb. 2017

Long barbed wire- rage- divides nations
imaginary line in the blue sky- fear- keeps nations alert
beyond the waves of shore,
a nation's hand of power keeps control,
subjects are squeezed,
rulers thump feet,
earth is divided in the name of nationalism.

Saints have preached love,
militants- revenge,
-isms tried their best.
We wait for a piper to ease our heat,
rage will succumb to logic, fear- to trust,
no more barriers,
logic and trust may be the  basis of peace.

13th Feb 2017

Satellites, rockets, cameras
explore the space everyday
some come back, others circle on
like Tom, **** and James Kay.

Everyone wants to seek a lot,
‘what is there in the core,
how can I have a space to share,
and use it as an exclusive store?’

Heart of a young girl is astral space,
unreserved territory, explorer’s dream
youth and beauty attract bold and able,
lass gets junk moves, filled to the brim.

6th Feb. 2017

How tall and stout were those who wore big armors?
I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors.
In self hypnotism I look through future.
find machines are giants, people- pygmies,
products outnumber their creators,
most inhabitants follow train of thoughts
set by  few scientists and technicians,
brains control sentiments as machines monitor hearts.
The stance is broken as the closing-bell rings.
Slowly I walk out of the empty hall.

1st. Feb. 2017