Between the wide blue sky and my eyes stars just twinkle
Sitting on the sandy beach pebbles attract with their sprinkle
In the gallery of seagulls I bend my head with the question mark
Confronting problematic perceptions Lingering in my life dark
I Silently gaze over waves for getting solutions
But they rise and fall bringing revolutions
Sea water as if guesses my perfidies
Stares at me intoxicated with exuberance specified
My committed sins and follies
My World full of arrogance collapses and pasidiifies
I am banished from the realm of love
Failures of life stands all above

Sitting on a folding chair at the top of mound of a small hill
Getting somewhat sinked with the cool breeze rather chill
Staring out at the blue delight of the sea shore
Human habitations appearing in miniature to score
Surrounding hutments, houses, factories and the ancient fort
The minarets of red mosque and high court
All buildings rising to meet the crimson sky
Sky as usual stable with  some clouds here and there to weigh
Sheltering and embracing kites at their free fly
Between the sky and my tired eyes
There is complete wide gap and Perturbing sigh

Often the paintings keep expressing in unexpected ways
Freeing their internal spirit and the weight of subjects spreading their rays
They come alive with simple joy, touch and taste
Muddy smell of earth fills in their nostrils chaste
The painting of spring bloom of palash
Spreads its fragrance all around and abash
The paintings of the blue sea
Tastes salty and the waves dance in glee
Paintings of huts with Cowdung mopped floor
Straw and hey roof and vessels earthenware
Appear sophisticated and fair
All the painting S's consciousness seems collective
Classical theme of rare subject is objective
Painting canvas is loaded with variety of motifs
Birds, animals, nature all appear natural not stiff
To determine artist's imagery remains a puzzle tough

The magnificent glowing dot applied on forehead
Appearing majestic between the brows round and spread
It invokes readily the conscience of the on looker
Like a head  lamp red in color
Saves everyone from stumbling
Now a days it just adopts any form for fixing
A reflection that  of an enchanting pendant
Gushes through one's vision
Attracts with its dimension

Sorrow and pain from our life are not far away
Pain seldom dissolves often appears and sways
Taste of tears now and then ever ready  to betray
Life often strucks down by some or other cause
Sympathetic understanding of suffering oppression
Asserts in the name of liberation ending in depression
And we feel human spirit is irrepressible
Personal dilemmas become rather universal
Massive conflicts of our life reflect in our behavior
Interwoven experiences ostensibly covers manners
And injustice and exploitation wait for suitable savior

Dusty tracks touch the life's flowing river
River that passes through situation's rugged rocks to empower
On the shore of incident's river bed burned pyres of throttled love that suffers
Mute pathos of crimson dreams in the eyes buffer
Walls of emotions emit feelings to discover
Souls try to witness festive moods lighter
But granites of thoughts with fears shiver
Naked trees around life's circumference, whose leaves quiver
Exhausted hopes rock like shadows to rediscover
Whispering butterflies fly with sweetness to shower
And laughter reverberates at our life's land of sorrows with veil to cover

Out side the old white house
Where silence squeaks and there runs a big mouse
An old mango tree with sad look stands
A grey gate totally rusted without latches strand
They tell innumerable stories of fate grand
Old woman still sits with needle and wool busy in knitting
Stares at her stray brown dog nearby sitting
The rusted Iron bars of gate keep creaking
Something or other suffer a fall and goes on breaking
Old man is trying to tidy his faded garden
With it he is happy as in aden
Roots are scattered and the seeds battered
Weeds lay flattered, wild mushrooms gathered
Pelmets of old torn curtains clinging to windows
Helmets of thatched  roof witness rainbow

Often the blue ink filled pen slips and clings to nib the words
Scribs scripts even or unevenly moving outwards
Evaporates with loose ends and spreads in the form of sentences
It's inky cobwebs gaping like a spider hangs hither thither
Tilted to a particular degree leaving in midway flight
Expressions without puncturing silence maintain their  fight
In vain, in this vein writers go for fishing  for compliments

String of similes are seemed dipped in the writings
And wring out to articulate their essence in lure by inviting
Writings live in with the authority of license
And spread everywhere their fragrance
With their world loaded with metaphors
Sentiments of authors are attentuated by spirit
Emotions are fiterated beyond limit
And their writing sprouts from the womb of silence

Walls of passion build up in our life are quite strange
Either the wall raises higher looking estranged
Or becomes shorter in structure sometimes enraged
Wall of passion acts blind and reverberates our emotions
Infatuated by the nakedness of sentiments and its notion
The wall with the circumstances 's wheel is in motion
Like insects crawling over the grass, wall of passion gets embarrassed by the crawling of love

These spring days are full of warmth
Shrill clamour of birds just charm
Air grows very tender and gentle fully in the  norm
Whispers of grass keep resounding
Joyous meditation of mind astounding
Wind keeps on wildly gesticulating
Fever and lust of sentiments circulating
Overstepping seduction of spring inviting

Ugly memories clumsily cover the present
Absurd happenings of the past appear quite indecent
Mind with its un cherished desires innocent
Combined with heart's coincidences ascent
Soul caught within the turmoil is in cresent

I burrowed deep and built my abode
Clearing woods and stones made a narrow road
Also made a wire mesh compound
Listening to Squirrel's sound
Paved the floor with black soil
Four towering walls never allowed the house to boil
Carpet of grass outside was laid
None to speak with nothing was said
Stars at night marched like a thousand little lamps
And the weather was always chill and damp
But I longed for the warmth

Carrying on with moments of infatuations
Experimenting life with new preparations
After years of variations
Bearing all the limitations
Following imitations
Consoling with obligations
Fighting bravely with the situations
Experiencing death's insinuations
Feeling a delightful expectation

Sweeping away the stars afar
Putting aside moon and sun apar
Brushing  away the branches
Moving in the ranches
Wiping the green grass
Erasing the moss
I create a space for my love

Some people in the rush of years
Whom I loved appear and disappear
Some have won the rats race
Some left behind retired with grace
Some shattered in their life
Others scattered in their strife
Fear hangs on me, whom shall I meet
Whom shall I just call and greet

I have no grievances
No arguments or preferences
Often I keep silent
Nothing much to admit and keep ignorant
I am not a passive rebellion either
Nor Keep myself unaware of situations neither
Never indulge in discovering right or wrong

The setting of saffron sun
Inhaling gold, red and crimson with fun
Opening its red lips against clouds
That is thundering so loud
Flaping it's tongue in the blue sky
Where now birds retire from their fly
Trying to  hide behind the mountain
Creating a side to set's fountain

I live in a house by the side of a road
Where vehicles pass with load
Come across men  good or bad
Some pass  looking sad
I sit near the window and watch
And there are cloud's Glimpses to catch
I see daily highway of life
People moving and their strife
Some with ardor of hope
Some slipping in the slopes
Some in smiles other in tears
I rejoice when travelers rejoice
Watching them has become my utmost choice
I live in the house by road's side
And like to confide

Once more having the last coffee cup together
A written letter peeping through its cover
Now of no use though lay without discover
I had wanted to express in person
Things went without mention
When my hand was in yours
Words were never expressed with cheers
Our eyes stopped suddenly meeting
Lips stoppedchatting
The piece of paper
Lay curled in a corner
Later our relationship
Turned in to fresh wound
Talks became just barren

Lighting the eyes with wisdom
Overcoming the boredom
I build in my heart nest of dream birds
Between the banks some here
Some quite far over there
In the dream I am off the shore
Magnificent river flows with roar
See the firmly standing bridge
And the river flowing under the ridge
Steering with awareness boats are just rocking

Between earth and sky
Where animals survive and birds fly
Between hunger and thirst
Lies a single bread piece and bottle of coke just
I sit on one side, you on the other
Our eyes catchup in hunger
We stare at the single slice in anger

Girls are my dream poems
The more I create, they look awesome
They become so meaningful
Their approach is never dull
We also find the girls like west wind
With great motion they rewind
They sway with their force
And their blow enforces
Girls are also butterflies
With childish fancy their ideas slighs
Pinned up on life's flowers
They bring eternal bower

Blanket of ripe blackberries is spread out
In the empty courtyard smelling about
The village girl sits squatted
On the floor matted
With chapped skin and cracked feet
With attires neat
Mingles with chapped soil
Near by water boils
Wild dogs just keep howling
Wolf far off move growling
Cows about to  return home
Buffalos on the muddy soil roam
A lad swims over the pond humming
Sweet pea flowers lay on sunlit roof smiling

Ear for poetry listens
Imagination glistens
Arrayed like trees alphabets
Stand fixed in all sets
Aura of floating words
Move towards
Gulps vocabulary
Like lined up ants in their territory
And create good poetry

Tiny flying creature by night
Object of delight
Glowing and blowing
Flying and non settling
Tiny thing shriveled at my touch
It's silvery death bothers me much

The Footpaths and the dark subways
Signals coming across on the ways
Twirling maggots under street lights
Bulls and their fights
Godowns with mice and rats
Monuments with moving bats
Cinema posters with slogans and manifestos
Smiling mansions with asbestos
Barking dogs, agony of suffocated huts
Noise of horns, nightclubs with *****
Ferryghats with fishermen
Turmoil of sleeplessness

Birds fly through
With fluttering wings to prove
Their mighty expedition
And proposition
But my solitude is in flood
The darkness of my blood
The salty taste of my tears
Flow in fear
Pain throbs in my lean veins

Kissing the bounds of love
Searching for it from heart and above
Missing the mounds of affection
Which once lasted whole in perfection
Suddenly losing the clutch
I  keep bothering much
Mind since then is quite alert
Finding the heart becoming a sad desert
Trying to find  a shade under a tree

Over ****** stretches of water
Under the perennial shower
Strange geese as if fly
Making one look at the sky
Their tenderness creating friendship
As if they breath softly even in hardship
A heart beat of their hooves
Felt in the sands

After closing the door
Keeping myself indoor
As it wasdrizzling
And to move out, i was unwilling
I sat down to write a poem
Thin wind was blowing
Evening was not glowing
There was no light outside
But bat's movement was wide
A bicycle along with a boy was seen
Near the vacant tree standing serene
As I started writing the poem
No breeze blowed
No bicycle was found
No boy was seen

Amidst the loved ones
Accompanied by goods
Who filled the platforms
A father cradling six months old
******* its finger bold
Longingly stood
Wearing a hood
Another person smoked gulped spittle
Third man paced restless as if brittle
It was past one'oclock
Then came the thunder with rumble
Iron shattering and the whistling train

My anguished spirit like a bird
Beating against the tree top in grid
Craving for death to get rid
Deep in the heart 's core resting
With pitying emotional rain fall arresting
Each pattering hoof of its drops
Settling on mind' s roof with hops
Seeing the grave to be a fine quiet place

Thousands people crawling
Perishing and strolling
In deep mourning
Hearing them  moaning
Two ships striking and sinking
Screaming tearing their throat
Dreaming till the last breath floats
Compassion filled heart
As if suffering was of my part
Awful weight of pity sought

When yellow leaves hang
Upon the boughs bang
Shake in the cold
With feelings untold
Trying to watch twilight
As sun fades with delight
Black night wants to arrive
Leaves whither wishing to survive
Green leaves when alive glow with fire
Nurture and nourish themselves by air
Yellow leaves await their death
Losing their greenery's mirth

Skylark descends
Stares at the place
That it usually ascends
Searches for its nest
Which was once the best
Now totally lost
It sits on the rock
In utter shock
Feels the night is Omnivorous
The prey bird again proved to be stronger, with strength enormous

Sun suddenly seem to melt
With its rays knelt
Thoughts getting claustrophobic
Mind waits to witness  some magic
Watching the narrow lanes
Walls of temple  plane
Beggar sitting outside counting the coins
Under the red sun with ****
Loneliness of him perishes.
As the crowd rushes

Rain forest calls in awaited clouds
Thundering sounds bit loud
In falling half of the light
Peacock awaits with delight
It's eyes shine so  bright
Amidst the ocean's lap
Rainforest do not leave a gap
It sires always never takes a nap

Paper kites of different colors are flung
From the terraces clung
With the string attached
Flutter and fly detached
Street lads rise their voice
Shout by choice
Sky aureates noises
And kites just poises
Bright colors just spring
Touching the sky with the string

This is still a home
Fixed under the dome
Where skins of comforts
And efforts
Are spun with care
At our gentle stare
Tactless drone of habits
Goes sometimes off beat
Clocks ring every hour still
Home gives a bliss sill

Like the dry fish bones discarded by the cats
Moving on each corner by the rats
Roof top scare crow sitting on the shaft
Smoke emitting out of the chimney mast
Snow settled ready for sometime to last
Cyclops idiotic eyes blast
Howling terrific wind's cast
All favorite furies remain past

Is there a time slot
Or some definite plot
To rule our thoughts
Cartoon hours or prime time
Peak viewing worth a dime
Great leaders would not come
Out of TV sets
Keeping us engaged in our bets
Blurred images fighting
Sudden interruptions frustrating
Colors changing
Figures suddenly hanging

All family gathered icon
Curiously looking upon
New God is placed upon
A new cabinet built on
Silk curtains are drawn
There stops a van
With garlands of flowers
To decorate the diety with its bower
God is neatly placed in
Occasion with sweets graced in
Cabinet gives a cave look
Where perhaps enlightened God is hooked
Atmosphere is enchanted
With mesmerizing mind's somnolent drowsiness planted

The things that matter
Like the fermented batter
Sunny after noon
Makes us lose our reason
Afternoons after afternoons
Killing time becomes difficult
Hunting time is occult
Hundreds are seen toiling in the sun
Inheriting in return small piece of bun
Rich gets all the pomp and gaiety
Offers gifts as the symbol of entreaty
Afternoon exhibits affluence of dreams
In the living room things that matters makes us scream

This little flower
With crimson bower
Dew's shower
Bears in its *****
All colors awesome
Tinted dark
Specially to mark
Green leaves and amber
Thorns in its chamber
Pink, gold amethyst
Flower appears atheist
Like a pointed star
Stands apar

Woman gently messaged
The man's feet, who was enraged
She rested his feet on her lap
Gave the most gentle tap
She was eager to his comforting
Helping on prompting
She identified simple image
Her efforts appeared like mirage
Magnificence of her helping him
A quiet bridge between two worlds dim

Tunnels seeping under the river's belly
Cave in and around slowly like jelly
Appear often as silly
Girders built lose, their tensions
Like old dentures in attention
Underneath rattles passing over of train
Lengthen illusions in the rain
Buildings elongate land filled
It takes its time to get drilled
Always has a will to take its own time to settle

A thread of boredom
Falls from mental Kingdom
Stays quite hidden
Away from marathon
In every Intimacy
Deep within with intricacy
To know things become a war
With one's own self at par
How nice it would be
Sitting side by side with myself and me
Looking for own self
While discovering others in the shelf