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 blood, bones and organs of beauty
are figure, poise, grace and glow,
just as memory, intelligence, reflex and intuition
compose the talent.
Anyone can have skill with inclination and diligence
and God has given us all the talent
to translate skill into action,
action for development or destruction.

4th. Nov. 2016

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

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.

Oh mirror, the flattened cornea,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who love me as themselves.

Oh my childhood Barbie,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who put their breath in me.

Oh the young walking stick,
Whom do you belong to, sir?
-Dependence of helpless old.

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

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

A rustic lass of early teens
sells raw diamonds on a pavement.
black stones are laid on a mat
small rocks  fetch her livelihood.

‘See, the stones can cut glass sheets,
all are genuine raw diamonds,
buy now or you miss a gem,
going cheap at two dimes each.'

Her face is *****, attire shabby,
hair unkempt, eyes sunny,
around the dullness, monotone
a tulip slowly unfurls petals..

She holds the reins of little brothers
a pair of kids in birthday suits.
Has the mother left her shadow
to teach the tricks of steering life?

I’ve bought a little piece
kept it in my glass show case
a simple, uncut, glittering stone
memoir of a youth to be.

7th. Nov. 2016

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

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.

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

I come out of me
the nature opens her treasure to have a glimpse.
Sun's bright and soothing rays remove dullness,
mild air cleanses the lungs
sky showers pure blue, variegated greens season the mind,
I forget me.

The peace abounds in here.
Swans of the lake put dynamism to the static peace
impeccable white among the green and blue
balance like a gliding ballerina
ripples dance, leaves murmur, birds sing
the swans remain the moving symbols of my desire.

19th Nov. 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

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

Are you a nymph of heaven?
The charm you spread is rare in earth,
sonorous voice plays tune of ripples,
air keeps away the past and future.

I want to possess all beautiful things.
So, I need you at my side,
I weave my dreams around you,
and want to be nicest in your eyes.

We will create a heaven here.
Both will strive to be happy for ever,
branch out as an evergreen tree.
I wait for your consent dear.

22nd. Nov. 2016

All the snails
have hard shells
like coat of arms
of pachyderms.
Beetles' hard sacks
save attacks
just as armors
of old soldiers.
Our safeguard
is to make skin hard
to let us glide
in ebb and tide.

1st Dec. 2016

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.

I wish to tame a yeti,
who will fetch me power and pride.
A mermaid in my aquarium
to showpiece beauty and love,
Sindbad's Roc bird on my command
will carry my fancies far and wide.
Then my I- a gas filled balloon
will take me beyond my dreams.

22nd.Oct.2016

Autumn is our conscience.
Vast expanse of blue sky nurse it,
white clouds occasionally cover it up,
cool air quickly cleans the blockade.

Autumn is short lived.
It wears peaceful colors.
Monk like contemplation wraps it up
by logic and faith.

Autumn is a buffer between shower and
                                                             snow,
like the want and end.

25th Oct.2016

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

It's like a bird
limited by movements
brooding later
on love, feed, and flight, flight, flight.

It's like a fish
swimming in a sea of habits
forgetting self
for few minutes of relishing self.

It's like the lord of forest
thumping paws cause earthquakes
sweet will paints air- red or green
till time puts a radio collar.

It's like a diamond
angle of vision creates the glitter

16th Nov, 2016

We are tied in colored ropes
ropes of shower, fog, flowers and snow
invisible puppeteer earns our feelings.  

13th Nov. 2016

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.

Books of novel are tetra-packs.
Fruits of society are manually picked up
crushed, mixed in neat proportions
and sealed to make fresh fruit juice.
Goodwill achieved by the presenters
put wings to the packages.

It's a different world in the dark interior
There are dreams of sun, rain, summer,
and the colors and tunes of spring
present a mirror world
full of butterflies and pests.
Each pack waits to tell its inside story
to an expectant connoisseur
and waits eagerly for a sigh of relief.

As the wind rolls on
cloned and genetically modified fruits appear
new entrepreneurs present newer packs
modern people enjoy never-before taste.
Every now and then new vistas open up,
the two worlds spin side by side.

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.

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

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.

Human nature is to be a creeper.
We use the weak, meek and backward sections
as branches of trees.
To keep the growth uniform.
nature intends to equalize
by earthquake, flood or forest fire,
but the devastation is area specific.
Societies come up and resort to democracy.

15th Oct. 2016

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.

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

Leader is a shepherd of sheep.
If he is a man
he clips them daily.
Women use them in
dish a day.
Sheep in turn
milk the bosses
and draw them in their fold.

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

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.

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

Sun
glows all day
sustains some life
cannot penetrate ant hill
has not seen sea bed
our star
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6thyOct.2016

The wish trekkers
invented speed- wheelers
for feather rides
in ebb or tides.

We call these- automobiles
which frequently change plumes and styles.
We invest sweats for comforts,
save time and use in trades or sports.

Their utility changed from luxuries to necessities
now these run in frontiers, villages and cities.

4th Dec.2016

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

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.

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.

Hearts were ignited in American War of Independence.
French Revolution carried the flame far and wide.
The torch arrives in huts and palaces
vanguards march shoulder to shoulder
people volunteer, camaraderie grows,
the torch is carried beyond horizon.
New blood strives to keep rainbow promise
alas, tears flow from shattered dreams.
Oysters need to suffer long for creating pearls,
so do the society for metamorphosis.

27th Nov. 2016

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.