World is full of holes and thorns
my moves of gain get stumbling blocks
I fight umpteen times
to be happy with part success.

Gray forces put life at stake
rising prices choke my breath
love is volatile.
I'll make this world a cozy place.

To get the trust of human souls
I've to open sluice gates,
chop off undercurrent moves,
develop equally 'humane traits'.

My Church Father lent an ear to the plan
asked to change myself rather than the world
leaders of a dozen field
offered the same feed in different bowls.

I let the world move happily,
bear the burden of Sisyphus,
curse my luck for all the sweats
and pray, and pray, and pray to God.

11th October, 2017.

My grandpa listened to 'rpm' records
closed his eyes
and bathed in the shower of music.

My mom took us to concerts,
played cassettes in tape recorders
and the tunes paved our way to growth.

My children are used to view music
silent imagination of old days lose trail,
baton of flight of fantasy rests on choreographers.

9th October, 2017.

Some science and commerce words are cut
to use 'co' in shortcut.
The intelligent way of stamping
saves the labor of writing.

Company loses its 'mpany'
and 'C0' never looks funny.
Another 'Co' presents color of black berry
and 'Cobalt' smiles in paint and jewelry.

The logic of chemistry can guide
to understand CO as Carbon Monoxide.

5th October, 2017.

A pair of hazel eyes look at me.
Your 'bandana' runs up to forehead,
a scarf covers nose, chin and below,
the pinky complexion of your cheeks
lures me to paint you as a lovely maid.

There is no invitation in your eyes.
The fathomless look has ocean depth,
perhaps you read me with a X Ray beam
keeping yourself beyond my  comprehension,
like prima donna of my dreams.

Like a true lover I want to know more of you,
like a fearful citizen I peep to judge your intention
like an art lover I adore you as a fine piece of art.
Who are you and what are you?
Alas! You are million pixels away from me.

28th September, 2017.

Papa, mom and me,
a happy family,
we live in a poultry.

Papa is called 'Fick'.
Mom's nature suites 'Meek'.
I'm simply a 'Chick'

Owner increased birds
came attendants, guards.
Our lives hang on 'Silver Standards'.

Our mothers teach,
'In heaven we reach
through roast, sandwich'.

21st September, 2017.

Here hares wait quietly till drizzle stops atop hills, bright light peeps rabitually habitually wolves hooves trot brought again sound of cloud and air clash.
Flash
Then again sun and fun return, hares en- mass dare and scare away wolves.
Crazy Jerrys are chasing, facing warm Toms from yesterday to today.

(Poem in ***** Form, i.e in a new poetic form. Here most adjacent words rhyme. The theme is funny, bizarre.).

4th September, 2017.

20th Century dawn.
Typhus Virus took human shape,
was named 'Typhoid Mary',
infected and killed many.
Perhaps deadly microbes believe like her,
'We are harmless'.

1st September,2017.

This dilapidated school building
bears the wrath of Nazis.
Legend says
garden of flowers were smashed by them.

In this beautiful juncture of blue and green
the statue of ruler stands as a scare crow.
We have wiped out the trace of Nazis,
why not give a face lift to the place?

My plan of building a hotel has been sanctioned.
Please visit the paradise next summer.

burning sun
earthworm gasps
drought

birds seek shade
we bathe in sweat
ants carry eggs

cloud brings rain
hazy fields and cool air
piano recital

17th August, 2017.

When nor'wester hits us in summer evening,
swirling dust draws a curtain,
trees try to fly, birds lose nest,
we shudder at the duet of dark cloud with whistling wind.

Oh my life, face this storm of events
and be calm after torrential rain.

27th July, 2017.

So long you are with me dear
I live in your musk-fragrance.
You leave but I find you here,
mind wipes off static distance.  

14th July, 2017.

First we learn to walk indoors,
the path is full of pebbles, *** holes.
We tumble down, kick and fight
till the floor turns plain and smooth.

Roads of life are topsy-turvy
weight and force of steps make them even.
Roads are endless, so are journeys
we make the smooth for posterity.

10th July, 2017

Ropes and strings often syntax them
hammers and pliers verb hard and soft
words and themes are seasoned by us
to appear nice and sensible

Tools are made with precision
they are strong, need adept handling.
No tool ever drew a picture.
Brain and heart can create a world.

5th July, 2017.

Musing with eyes closed
Tom pursues yoga
in front of my dining plate.
Remains unmoved by the smell of fish.
He gets the reward in no time.

30th June, 2017

cool January
soft sound of chattering teeth
night of painful rest

faint tunes of dew drops
hazy February morn
sun and transport wait

first song of cuckoo
melting snow of mountain tops
a cool transition

bees drone busily
spring festival unites all
colorful April

groan of nor'wester
May carries storm and heat spells
month of thirst and sweat

tunes of first rain drops
sun and cloud play hide and seek
June brings hope of crops

downpour all day long
raindrops play a symphony
July helps sowing

rivers run in spate
August plays cymbals of flood
water everywhere

month of September
spread cough and stomach disease
catkin flowers bloom

crop harvesting songs
October brings festivals
smiling faces roam

yellow barren fields
songs of fishermen
cool November air

month of snow and choir
hail storm plays the Dholak drum
December- year ends  

27th June, 2017.

Human bodies hang in air,
thrive on light and air,
bloom as crops of soil and water,
still need tools to sustain here.

All souls desire strength to sustain,
to harvest crop, to build home.
We get speed to roam around,
hearts still hanker for some food.

A smile is a delicious warm dish,
sincere praise- a bouquet of fruits,
patient hearing, help in need
act as nectar of amaranths.

8th June, 2017.

Expedition of life starts at dawn.
Trainers come genetically,
custom and society fill the gap,
we start a journey,
the route is misty.

I started for the Kanchenjunga
Half of the track was well lit road
rest was chosen weather-wise.
While I was in the last camp,
the peak was conquered by fast runners.

It took several years to start new expedition,
light came from 'post meridiem'
air changed a lot,
it was another peak in the same Himalayas.
Now the hazards are known, I strive.

5th June, 2017.

Pink petals of rose
sprayed warmth in my youth.
Now thorns *****!

27th May, 2017.

Poetry is the heat,
a part of my flame,
it keeps me cool,
envelopes in a frame.

Am I sentimental,
idle and worthless guy?
Feeling keeps me human,
passions let me fly.

A force compels me
to etch on papers
beauty and sorrows of life
before they shed layers.

I share my sorrow and joy
with equal invisible souls
their wishes sent through ether
expand my goals.

24th May,2017.

Love and malice are sides of a coin
both feed equally to our mood.

We praise the charm of our lover
first for beauty then the qualities,
in the name of understanding
we weigh the obedience.

Affections for young self
have magnetic effects universally.
To avert a conflict of existence
roads of life bifurcate.

Lack of obedience steals
light from both the eyes,
malice and anger are marsh gas
flame and heat cause massacre

The ambit of obedience
cover racial, social, religious fields
greed of power incite people
exodus, wailing choke the air.

To restore peace and equal right
we need a world- wide human chain
the road is long- weather inclement
we have to feel - we can do.

18th May, 2017.

My first book was a store of love
words were made of sound and touch
characters smiled and sung lullabies
I learnt to talk and run for the sun.

There was a flood of colors, letters,
sentence rules and social norms,
the book was slowly spreading wings
indoor merged with grey outdoor.

Just then a seed opens eyes,
world starts to melt and dance
music, painting, sea of words
become books to make me green.

O book, how I thank you dear!
You have taught me to get rich,
share the gems of treasure
just like a ***** friend.  

12th May, 2017.

There is magic in rice cereals.
They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan,
and soon become snowy cool Delphinium.
Boiled grains easily vanish in the mouth,
a mug-full keeps you cool in summer.
Roasted rice is fluffy and light,
par-boiled pressed rice- ready to eat.
Have these as your breakfast treat
or just munch with evening tea.
Are you thin, have insomnia?
Fill your tummy in tones of rice
to gain weight and have peaceful sleep.

8thy May, 2017.

When mountain snow melts
Birds of paradise spray hues
Warm air rushes in
Young hearts share warmth
World regains activities

(Tanka Poem)- 2nd May, 2017.

Oh, stop talking!
Day and night
uproar, uproar,
useful thoughts
are swayed away,
your 'I' inundates
my ear, room, existence..

Listen now
the whisper of air,
reply of dancing leaves,
songs of Robin,
flattering of bees,
and tunes of a lover's
rosy heart.

You will find in my flood of words
a contrast between the two.  

27th April, 2017.

I am a flyover between two eons.
My world of tender senses
depict a brilliant flower garden
static as an artist's ace.

The other world is a kaleidoscope.
Colors and shapes fast change imprints
conflict between the static and dynamic
make me a vulnerable warrior.

Providence, please lift anchor.
I want to steer my dear boat,
cross horizon and live forever
in the sphere of speed, comfort.

23rd. April, 2017.

This mask shows you- what I am not,
glorifies beauty and hides dark spot.
I can scare you with this tool,
simply loot you or make you a fool.
It forms a part of my daily attire
I leave home with it and remove as I retire.

17th April, 2017.

Our age is a deciduous tree,
sheds yellow desires every year
makes room for new ones
in the spring of  opportunity.

Some desires resemble oak leaves,
cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms
like our plans, albums, possessions.
Alas, trees can't expand like us for new desires!

Age and tree deviate at summer's end.
Age teaches to seek nectar of life..
Desires leave slough of leaves
and follow age as a sincere dog.

8th April, 2017.

The God-man said,
'We think too much but feel and act too little.
To have peace, come to us and donate;
when you give, you get His bliss.'

The professor at Art College demonstrated
how brush strokes can change thoughts to feelings.
'We think too much but feel and act too little,
in all art forms, feeling is a diamond resting on thought.'

'Have you ever found someone like you,
who think too much but feel and act too little?
Idle people and psychopaths are victims of dry thoughts,
Come out of hibernation, feel and act'- once told my papa.

Now I'm out of frustration
and exchange activities for earning.
'We think too much but feel and act too little' is a proverb to me.
I don't have time to think but feel and act for my dependents only.

4th April, 2017

Both of them are running
from Aesop's days of simplicity
stamina and diligence
defeat contempt, insincerity.

Then again in 1934
Disney shot them at running track
Tortoise won as beauties failed to charm
Love of life brought Rabbit’s ill- setback

I find them still on race.
Powerful rabbit has a bright hope,
the tortoise will surely lose
and be guilty for taking dope.
Based on: Disney's movie 'The Tortoise And The Rabbit' (1934)

1st April, 2017

Intoxication
in the name of religion
leads to salvation
of others.

Drinks of power
always shower
egoistic pleasure
of winners.

Alcoholism
reflects mannerism
just as prism
of lovers.

26th March 2017

The atmosphere we live in
carry unseen charged impulses.
When needed,
we switch on the smart phone,
enjoy TV or Radio,
a constant ingredient called power
helps us please our taste.
The perplexed atmosphere of jumbled up thoughts
need internal power to segregate and select
right highway to drive in.

23rd. March, 2017

Oh, mosquitoes,
children of lust,
you hover all over the world,
to **** blood for own cause
and multiply.

Helpless society
and frustrated victims
are your brooding ground.
You've outnumbered leeches and vampires
only through a strategy of invading indoors.

Politics, lust and revenge
let you sustain for generations.

18th March 2017

When scissors and comb dance on hair
oh, what a pleasure gives the pair!
Pride of having a mane
irrespective of women or men
is enjoyed by spending time and money,
pleasure of good look- sweeter than honey.

Forced shaving is a punishment
imposed by people on spot judgment.

13th March,2017

A child's mind is an artist's easel,
catchy scenes and characters
make art gallery exhibits,
connoisseurs and critics wonder.

In time, colors fade.
forms of drawing remain,
child crosses the road with easel on breast,
real and surreal co-exist.

Parent, adult and child play in our psyche,
when child loses heart in enjoyment
parent frowns
and the adult acts as conscience..

9th March 2017

Power reserves forest land,
wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws
people enjoy them on magic carpet.

Dams Reserve water,
like lachrymal gland of eye
woes overflow as tears.

Reserved category once lived
in gigantic palaces,
now museums preserve grand air.

Reservation,
a social discrimination,
starts silent revolution.

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

Capricorn clings to me as per Eastern astrology  
Western system puts Libra on different ideology
Feng Shui offers a new interpretation,
but I exist from the day of conception.

28th Jan. 2017

This is the room to keep my excesses,
also broken items from chair to furnaces.
My once-treasures, though usable
find a place here- they are un-sellable.
Items like sofa and book racks
belong to my ancestors, shoes and rook sacks
of my daughter and son, now living away,
are strings of my heart- help sentiments play.
It is like my album  of yellow events
and long forgotten wins and laments.

24.1.17

Lepers are cured by the Lord.
Dry souls say- the priest is a fraud,
to win people’s faith he weaves
bizarre stories and only deceives.
But, the gifted souls feel
gratitude for His action as per appeal.
Thousands of miracles happen everyday
few are chronicled, others go astray.
We pray, the heart is linked to God,
a power cures us, we are awed.
What’s the cause- asks the intellect.
Lord’s domain is too vast, be happy with the effect.

14/1/17

Ending
hug of Teddy,
help and love of nanny,
stay in bed and the use of pram.
Starts the epoch of facing challenges.
Outdoor invites the little soul,
friends and pleasure are gained
charm of home is
ending.

6th Jan. 2017

Now my heart sings- Happy New Year
to seen and unseen- dear or not so dear.
At least one day in a year with the rise of sun
I send you warmth of my heart- enjoy life, have fun.
For life is a drop of water on lotus leaf
we balance life and toss with each one's belief.
The warmth of heart- like oil on sea
may make us turbulence free.

2nd Jan. 2017

Everything is set in mathematical accuracy,
a river flows humming the tune of waves,
the hillock smiles in variegated greens,
blue sky looks down, breeze caresses gently,
and the riverside pub is a picturesque relief.
In this vacant scenario,
an artist feels the presence of lively nature,
draws a lass with hay and twigs walking briskly
rhythm of nature radiates to her body,
she lives as a lively nature within a frame.

23rd Dec. 2016

Thunder, lightning and rain ceased.
They peeped out of a cave.
Bright sunlight flooded the earth,
air was cool and birds chirped.

As they came out a voice echoed in air,
‘O, my reflected souls,  
I've infused the nature in you
contain the flame of want and live blissfully.'

They were made of simplicity, love and trust.                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
So long they had no want.
There were plenty of fruits in the Garden,
a river quenched their thirst
birds and butterflies gave them company.
They lived here with toil, love and compassion.
                          
Winter came- everything turned white.
With white hunger they searched for food                
their need, reasoning and will,
gave birth to Satan,
who came forward and said,
'The Garden of Eden is for all.'
He took them to the other part of the Garden
where eternal spring reigned,
offered them the God's fruit with a smile.
The Age of want and logic began.

19th Dec.2016

He says,
    In your lovely eyes you have
    a combination of blue and grey,
    a pair of strong magnets,
    and a ton of sunshine smiles.

    You have gait and posture of a Pine,
    movements of a classical dancer
    spontaneity as of waterfall
    and matching beauty of the nature.

    I love to have your company.
    We may toss the world on our terms,
    rainbow will be around us
    can you hold my hand for life?

She says,
    You are a tall and handsome man,
    boiling with dazzling flamboyance,
    of all the stallions of the college
    you are old tortoise.
    Your father is a Plutus- god of wealth
    you fly in high branches.
    For Love's sake please let me move
    in my rustic way.

    14.12.2016