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.

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

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

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

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

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 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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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