I am so delicate
Nothing to lubricate
A twig to celebrate
Any time I break
Keep on creek
Without any shriek
So gentle and weak
Appearing meek
Am after all a twig
Nothing in me to hold a wig
Broken in two pieces in half
Lying on the mid road just half
Laid side by side
None to mourn over my death
Vehicle passes with mirth

When I met the moon
It was a terrible noon
Both laughed
Until I coughed
I was covered with dust
The moon created crush and lust
It introduced to me rocks
That stood to mock
It's uneven surface blocked
And my sentiments were knocked

Brittle end to beauty of nature
Appeared so premature
Like an ****** fever
With threat so severe
Ignition of woods
Spoiling the moods
Instantly burning
Eager flamed turning
Raging forest fire
Fire eating the fire
Here nothing is to admire
Blaze outside
Blaze inside

I like to Caress my thoughts
Which often wrought
In quiet places my mind like a pool settles
Watches its own trembling fingers
Standing with sentiments lingered
My thoughts wait at the Mind's arching doorway
My emotions when low and heavy
Stand with expectations

There is a whole tree
Breathing quite free
Existing within a seed
And a seed indeed
At the end buried
Inside the tree
That stays with glee
That is how our relations exist
One contains another and insists
Ripple and bubbles in water
Like mother and daughter
Like image in the mirror
Exists all in born relations

I look for you
With wistful eyes
Long for you
Telling others good bye
With the waiting look
My emotions are hooked
Leaving my environments
And all engagements
My search for you begins
With the wet eyes
Dried teardrops my heart sighs
Like a baby missing its mother
I leave all my other relations
And do not bother
Like a fish parted from water
Twisting it's body
My desire to be with you
Tries to ensure your presence in every body

Love is a deep ocean
Always in good motion
Difficult to understand its notion
Like the tides of waves
Its ebb rises and never saves
Feelings and emotions burst and settle
Sentiments develop and rattle
Like the ocean's water that
never dries up
Love never dies

Why left alone can not understand
Memories clinging to mind just stand
None to share my thoughts
That are wrestling in the brain to wrought
Silence prevails, darkness trails
Mind set up upset frails
Left alone by the tyranny of time
In the old age at the verge of prime

Tender leaves of hope blossoms in my heart
Rests for a while and is not ready to depart
Hopes swims on it bladders in my mind
Allows memories to rewind
My high blown pride cools down
When becomes weary and torn down
Pangs and fear often try to erase vain hopes
But it never dies just stays and does not elope

Forlorn far off shores
Where we can not aspire for more
A coconut tree alone stands
It is rather old with narrow strands
Engulfed with dusty storms
It still maintains all the norms
Keeps eternity of silence
Stands shaky in elegance
Near by a brand new young coconut tree stands
Old coconut bends and whispers to it in calm
Requests it to communicate something of charm

Darkness approaches darkness
Clinging to lots of clumsiness
Light dissolves in light
Shining so bright
Trees offer shades
When the scorching sun invades
River meets river with gled
Mingles with the ocean and the sea
Darkness is certain
Light is certain
River is certain
Trees are certain

We are not here merely to play
And act just funny and gay
Or just to dream
Or merely to scream
Or to drift apart
Our life has more preoccupations in its chart
To prevent this world from evil
Merely not blaming the devil
We have to stand up
Fight for the right
Making others alert and cheering them up
In the wrong matters to question
Not to faint but to correct with assertion

Through the walls of hut
Thrill of joy keeps my mouth shut
My huts muddy structure makes me rest
It's earthly smell arrests
Travails of age create as if bring old era
I recognize the hurricane lamp
Lighting up my earth in this new era
Standing with mute lips my lamb tumbles
Eats grass and rumbles

Time flows
With heavy blows
Through literary veins
Word tries to gain
Lots of expression
With sharpness it is born
Amidst the emotion's thorn
Try to bloom
Taking shape groom
Erasing hurdles come out
Appear and sprout
New words generate
Along with time penetrate
Come into life and vibrate

Rain comes alive
With muddy patch to survive
It connects me to its tune
And my senses become immune
It sways
Goes out of ways
Rustles and roars
Wets land surface but never bores
Falls in torments
Making the sprouts ferment

Every time I use the three little words
I do not come forward
Because It means much more
Your existence that I adore
Cherishing the time spent together
Trying to explore your feelings
That keeps on my brain revealing
Reminding whether you too feel the same
Keeping me in guess, lips utter your name
Even your stupid acts attracts
And my emotions gets distract

Traveling in the brook gladdened Meadows ahead
Watching mountains of wearisome heights raising the head
Passing on the roads in the afternoons
Stretching away to the night of moons
A travelers rejoice in mind
Non stop moving of its own kind
Memories of past appear and rewind

Lost sunshine of youth
Brings memories worth
Busy Saturdays with entertainments
Following Sunday with refreshments
Sundays activities in the kitchen
Making me totally smitten
Now as growing grey
Things are at dismay
Golden sunshine lost
Olden days gone fast

Massive deeds in great time
Some facts appeat in prime
Nothing in our life is useless
Or low or priceless
All idle shows rest
Their attitude appears best
Unseen matters are often seen
Life's blocks look serene
Let us perform our work well
Make the living to dwell
Let us not live an incomplete life
Struggle and achieve over the strife

While staring at the sea
Without much glee
I felt the evening
Like any other evening
But the sea I was watching
Appeared rather shrunken
The tide in me was swollen
I began to grow like eternity
My ego was risen as necessiy
I failed to analyze my intensity
Lost my vision in totality

Meadows are calling with cheers
Valleys are laden with flowers
Chillness of winter bring showers
New leaves sprout with bowers
Radiance of sunshine blushes
Crimson red of son flushes
Butterflies flutters
Petal of red rose opens its shutters
Green thorn pierces the face of roses
My thoughts alive arises
Gloom retires from the life
Happiness enters ending the strife

Morning hours
Sky radiant with cheers
Different colors
Crimson son delivers
Rays of hope spreads
Green parrot treads
With messages of peace
Sparrow's chirp with ease
Watching the nature
Through lenses aperture
Birds are ready to fly
With the winds blow
Imaginations cling
Seeing sun's orange tinge
Brain's nest drops birds of thoughts
Which are badly sought

On the forlorn shores
Where one does not get bored
An old coconut tree stands
With good strand
It carries its age
In savage
Ripe and mellow with the dusty signs of time
Appears in prime
It breaks eternity of silence
With some elegance
with the falling of its coconuts

Memories get up lazily
Makes me  ponder hopefully
Days bloom hastily
Idleness prevails clumsily
Songs sprout  cheerfully
Tinge of misery breaks nastily
Crayons of blood pass through vein gradually
Multiple ideas clash momentarily
Saline thoughts spring
Heartily
Bones  want the brain to act blankly

New year starts with zeal
With nature's deal
Leaves kiss the grass
Grass kiss the moss
Dawn kiss the morn
Noon kiss the day
Things appear gay at the bay
All propose the dew
Dew sets in all the crew
Birds chirp around
Their noise just surround
Newness engulf the old days
Freshness starts on its way

It was an evening
Almost glistening
Thoughts were brightened up
Boys were driving up
The ducks from the river
Rain water made them shiver
All herded quacked
And the environment racked
Hoarse throated raised their voices
None could resist noises
Their voice more powerful than the frogs
Rain made them enjoy sitting in the logs
Their sound was incessant
Turned irritant
Rain and wind created havoc
Ducks moved with raucous sound adhoc

I could go anywhere
Prevailing upon my kites of relationship
To keep its strings stretched for friendship
Not to stop it adrift
Leaving bereft
Heeding for your love
That would arrive from above
Would welcome felicitations
And bliss of narration
Gush of spring like feeling
Moves on my mind reeling

Trifle breeze breathing
Flowers just blooming
Leaves kept falling
Snack Slender awaiting
Small appetite arresting
Honey bees on the dome gathering
My thoughts are bursting
Emotions rushing
Wishes crushing
Storms suddenly stirring

My eyes were getting sleepy feeling
Mind a little dizzy and reeling
Night was falling
Darkness enthralling
Emotions sustaining
Stars kept twinkling
Some where far a dog was barking
I just kept smelling
The queen of night 's scent which was spreading
Through my window moon was peeping
An old song was on the recorder playing
My ears were listening
I do not know when the sleep entered and I was snoring

Ocean laps
The entire sea *****
My ideas slap
Waiting at the beach
With screech
Tidal waves touch my feet
And make them wet
The sea animals swiftly move
And the ships row
I feel the sand under my feet
Pierce and it's softness penetrates
Feel as if ocean laps whole earth
And the earth dance in mirth

Loneliness lives inside my agony
Plays with the sad strings of harmony
In lake of tears eyes become moist
Fear of death erases vanity in haste
At the heart vast marshes settle
It takes mind to a lone land brittle
Silence of empty sky gazes down
Far off an eagle circles down
Moon hesitantly calls from roof
As it stands all aloof
How much loneliness is filled in atmosphere
Soft dawn refuses to break everywhere

A wind rises in the tree's branches
Breeze blows and whispers in trenches
Lonely nights are spent without speeches
Unbroken clouds burst in patches
Long sudden walks through elephant grass pierce with ranches
After feeling secluded conscious waits for latches

No flowers are to be plucked
No nector to be ******
No fruits to be picked
No ***** to be kicked

No signboard adorned every where

But no hunger can be controlled any where
No urge to chat can be banned anywhere
No to work can be applied anywhere
No to move can not be controlled any where

Golden granary of  memories burnt
With all heart's grunt
Makes my  days lose its freshness
Obliging all darkness
Birds of imagination fly through my blood
My eyes shed salty tears red
Sprawling paths of thoughts tred
My ideas sleep under banyan tree
Which appears in my dream free
Shade Spreads in the narrow channel
Self flutters in the fortun's tunnel

Time like an angry tiger
With its tail growing larger
Jumps like furious fire
Through heaps of pyre
Glistens without fear
Runs without being seen from rear
Stirs and like gushing near
Overwhelms situations
Calulates with insinuations

In this night's vigil
Worried a little
I dream about my fields
Thinking of its yields
Golden harvest
At its best
Smiling crops
With stalks props
Sun invisible
Stars visible
My dreams await for sunshine
The smiling crops would be mine
Let the stars just sleep
And snore deep
Let the moon rest
Sun rise making it arrest
My longing increases

Waking up with sunrise
Watching the parrot sounding wise
Humid air carrying fragrance
Of red rose and their deliverance
Fresh coffee and its first  sip
Like a lisping child with fingers dipped
In cream and the face adorning it looking funny
My morning dreams taste yummy

I see a Sparrow's nest
Artistic and best
With full of hays and twigs
Narrow space like wigs
A Sparrow falls down
I delicately handle its crown
I keep the Sparrow in the nest
It chirps and rests
And hang the nest back
See it does ot need a jack
Then see a small frog
In the sands lying like log
Brain floundering
Mind keep bouncing
Wants some enlightment
I roam  for entertainment
Crystal sand pierce my feet

Misty layers
With Illumined prayers
Dreamless winter nights
All dull not bright
Silver blob of moon
Appearing like boon
Time to capture
When thoughts rupture
On my canvas
With it behind a flower vase
That allows my paint and brush
To mix colors and crush

Taking sweet fragrance
With reverance
Their boisterous deliverance
From the  night flowers
Watching them in showers
Sudden sun making the glasses dazzling
Glasses glimmer in the haze of evening
Leaves of trees surround me keep touching
Gust of wind just shaking
Rippling wheat crops startling
Their greenery parting
Keep the dusky sky  whispering

Eternal snows seem to grow
Watching it with tighten brow
Feel like imaginations sown
Making the soil stubble low
Undulating land want to bow
Lands shine and well glow
Winds westwords try to blow
Snow melts and freely flows
Whiteness all everywhere recorded
Sorrows are shed and discarded
Summer winds occupy space like rewarded
Moments of eternity awarded

The writhing rememberances
Bitter Weeping repentances
Tense futile wait for acceptances
Palid light's reflections
Twangling trembling infections
Dot dashing tricks of frictions
Pitch dark woods of addictions
Echoing barks and their inspections
Shuttles striking with aggressions
Groaning desolate night's successions

How can I tell you about myself
When I do not know about myself
Not even some one either
Or closest neither
Like a wanderer
My mind wanders
My past and future
Remains uncertain
Hides behind the curtain
I am not my destiny
Just traverse in mutiny
I am perhaps a conflict
With discrepancies to reflect
I am not a resolution
Living in isolation
I am enmeshed with all contradictions

Pale leaves
Lying in heaves
Crave for life
To relive and strife
Staring at branches
Which have shed
Now lying on earthbed
With covering fog
Like a wooden blog
Awaits for a miraculous touch
Bothering too much
Some one would take it back
To the branches and stick there

At the hands of time
Always at prime
Life appears like sand glass
Very thin mass
One race appears
Another disappears
Sand in the upper part runs
out
As if ready to shout
Time to wane
And it is turned
Upside down again

Life is like an egg broken
For situations as token
Some times furious  sometimes soft with options
When dropped and fried
keeps the lips tongue tied
Appears  little swollen with feelings
When sensibilities go on reeling
Its Yellow yolks are incidents
With striking moments
The white portions are clouds
Gathered with difficult situations
And limited animations
Which reddens when boiled
Appears disturbed and coiled
And in destiny's pan it is cooked

Elephant watched the butterfly
Sitting on its huge tusk with a fly
The butterfly jumped from one place to another
Surveying elephant's body every where
Elephant got envious 'of butterfly 's briskness
Saw butterfly sitting on the delicate flower enjoying honey filled petals
Elephant humbly thought it knows only to ruin and crush the plants
Not to appreciate their beauty

Lovely feelings
Just keep reeling
So much touching
Highly  encouraging
Makes sentiments thrilling
Feelings of love
Rises from above
Like flying dove
Makes me rove
This feeling erases hatred
Its rays are widely spread
As cosy as bed
From the heart fed

Life is full of friends
Those who are now in trend
On pain listen and tend to attend
On joy join and enjoy
But strangers are seldom welcomed
I keep a distance with eye opened
Neither ready to get them in to close
As I can not deal or enclose
My emotions or feelings or disclose
Any ideas that arise and appear in any kind
Strangers remain strangers, if they do not mind

I wander from forest to forest
In search of God attempting the best
I do not find him even in the hill's echoes
Nor in the greenery of meadows
Not even in the flowers and thorns
Not even in nature's morn
I lie down with my limbs turned and twisted
But do not find my God entrusted
Spend sleepless nights, Restless days odd
Will I ever find God?