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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Limerick is a city in Ireland
It  has plenty of bricks and sand
Has masons and their bosses too              
Adding  the two and two
the city hopes to be grandest de la grande.

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

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.

All lines do not make a form
nor all forms- a curve.
How many curves may make a circle?
Frankly speaking, I don't know.
To attain a perfect spherical state
lines squabble among themselves,
alter the pattern and forms of life
so, the feeling of self existence
may run to infinity.  

7th Dec.2016

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

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.

Splendor of a moonlit night
frozen in vacuum silence of desolate air
lies within reach.
Let the mind break its golden cage
and spread flapping wings.
The sky and stars, trees and earth
will absorb all the steam
and bring us within our hold
for, we have a right to live every day.
Let's open the chiller door
make a drink and make up our mind,
sip the beauty and spread ourselves.
That's the way to peace and heaven,
that's the way to live with self.

9th Oct.2016

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

27th May, 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

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

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.

Humming birds and bees
kiss red cardinal flowers,
flowers dance and sing,
happiness spills over to
air, trees and our hearts.

10th Nov. 2016

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

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.

Current takes away the drowning men,
some of them fight and win,
breathless others give up
current takes away the drowning men.
After teenage some young men
enter a strong current zone
some fight and escape whirlpool, others surrender,
current takes away the drowning men.

31st Oct. 2016

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.

Old hawk swoops down on a tree,
waits for a drama to enact soon.

First sun makes a wake-up call,
small insects flock in green field,
they dance and sing and have breakfasts.

Tiger-bug is hungry too.
He arrives, gets food, plays with preys.
Sun brings heat as rush goes on.

Toad is on his morning walk,
saw the bug and ****** him in,
could not finish the regular round.

A passing snake is quick to act,                                                                   bulky toad now rests in him,
lo, the snake moves as a snail.

A flying kite has found its prey
dives down at lightning speed.
The snake is dangling in its claws.
Some crows chase the intruder.

The hawk now raises both the eyes.