I have planted a pretty Rose tree
It is surrounded with Jasmine but it breaths free
I tend her day and night
Watering even in schedule tight
Find comfort under the edge of its cool petal
As I touch it close to my ***** it appears brittle
Her thorns are my only enemies
Often ***** my finger as if in mutiny
The rose Buds offer innocence
Their scent is their essence
Flower itself is all elegance

Working with emotional fire
I stand aloof refusing to admire
Drawing the fire until hands are Scorched
I melt my own self and watch
Furious flare of thoughts refuse to extinguish
When flame of sentiments shrinks in anguish
Charred sticks of thoughts are collected
I feel I am equipped only with fire corrected
Bones are my candles refusing to burn
Red heart so strange refusing to shriek
Till my heart burns in passion and grief

Desire seeks the sun to kindle
The flame to flare up and mingle
Desire seeks cold wind to rock
And readily disperse and mock
Desire seeks trees to give shadow
And to hang on gallows
Desire is like the stubborn granite
Shivering with blisters bright
Desire leads to calamities of lust
Which is buried in our bust

Correction of expression
Scrapped lips dip in aggression
Where the tongue slips
It often falters and sips
Saliva to prevents from regression
Dehydrated words sprout
With narrow doubts
Sad collaboration of sentences
Unfinished refrences
Fall far  apart
Leaving the conversation to depart
All preambles to absurd ends

Abandoned buildings
Without yeilding
Of human population
None to expect narration
Haunted by mutilated expansion
Sightless eyes as if stare
Introducing nightmare
As if curses of living now dead
Their remaining bred
Anguishe Summing up
Loneliness cropping up
Howling graffiti fitted up
Idleness of material user up

Look at my thoughts
How often they wrought
Not much sought
As I loiter around the streets
Sweating just to meet
Old friends whom I greet
Stretching my shriveled hand
Giggling I hear and understand
Their taunts and metallic laugh
Which attacks me tough
Now my eyes are dull
I want to yell
Look at my thoughts not so well

Those days when I relished candy floss
And for each petty matters gave a toss
Always kept a bet with the friend
Bribed till the end
When won felt secured
When lost insecured
Childhood memories strange
Often appear and enstrange
Playing with marbles
When cold invited gargles
Playing in puddles
Eating noodles
Those days have gone
Pleasant to remember bygone

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

Feet buried on sand
Legs drenched in sands's strand
To quench thirst
Throat chokes first
My search for water
And its bower
Slowly becomes fast
Camel moving majestically vast
Dusty storm moving in high speed past
Makes my mind surrounded with a new task

An old lady with a worn out saree
Feels not so free
Wearing all torn and tattered
And never ever battered
Continues to draw her dreams
With her song' s screams
She sits with support on mud plastered wall
Her shriek is all over spread tall
Her hut is near the sea
But the blue sea does not fill glee
And the waves bring no smile on her face
She looks at the sky searching for heaven with grace
On the sand she searches the earth
And the lost happiness and mirth
Sun, moon and stars give  her company
A monkey sits with her on her agony
She has frustration all the year
Her long sigh never ends and is dear

I offer the burning wick
In the evening
And the round stone I kick
The deities look bright
With the burning wick slight
The air is full of roses scent
Sacred wick's flame shines
Auspicious feeling rises
Chants smoothen the environment
Eyes rest on god for blessing's predicament
The village elders resting against the wall
Close their eyes and aspire tall
To have a peaceful life without downfall

Cloud will you rain
A few drops for seconds
Will you deal with the moist breeze?
Will your rain drops bring the temperature down?
No hurt, no wound will you jump
With storms, thunder and lightening
Taking your own form and color
Will you rain?
Just brief solving my grief
Long hours of humidity
Has made us suffer
So will you bring the change?

The grief of green leaf is still all fresh
The dream of yellow leaf is to refresh
Sunflower blooms stays fresh
Its bright leaf does not enmesh
Shines like emerald
Spreads like cobalt
Does not wish to rot or turn yellow
But does not miss being mellow
But realizes the fate of rotting
Waits for another spring

Last week hired a taxi
Sat comfortably in a ****
Carried all eatables and water
Destination was a fort to reach faster
The cab geared with speed
The bad roads troubled indeed
The hairpin bends and steep
Made me tiresome and to think deep
Still managed to proceed on the trip
The hotel booked was super
Resting in the room was finer
Then left to see the fort
It was really steep to port
Climbing was tiresome
Amneties were zero and gruesome
Came back disappointed

Obedient but naughty children
Rather with no concern
Care free, gallop vibrant
Watching cartoons instant
Blowing wind in the colored phantom balloon
Not in a mood to listen to grandma's riddles harpoon
Clapping over Scarecrows on the top
Musing and listening pops
Playing with pups playing on the ground
Throwing mud ***** from the mound
Great pleasure in watching them

My sorrow cried
I  just pitied
And i tried
With tongue tied
To get rid of its noise
But I had no choice
My Sorrows sobbed
Difficulties bombed
And it was knocked
When tears attacked
Wet eyes backed
Sorrow suffered with solitude
I waited for better tomorrow 's servitude

That was a stormy day
My conscious died
Thoughts just dried
Breath choked
Stealth invoked
Mind captive and shriveled.
Circuit calm motion rivaled
Forlorn identity was hanged
Untrod path banged
Existence turned in enigma
Found myself in stigma

Stuffy starry night
Essence of dreamy thoughts right
Cups the fumes
Of sandunes
Of rupturous emotions
Harbingers with slow motion
Sit on Mind's edge
Grumble and grudge
Carpet of quiescence crumble
Mind little trembles
Ideas glide over slopes of morn
And dreams shattered lay torn

Conservatives brilliance of light
Shimmering all around in plight
The beautiful hanging dome
Makes  my imagination roam
Red light suffused low with glee
Fragrance of Jasmine spreading free
Bed soaked in incense
Henna hedge near window kindling its essence
Silhoutting the secret of sorrow
Sleep tries to retire in the beds burrow
Craves for better tomorrow

Nursing your silences
Although with some elegance
I feel a longing to hear your voice
My empty ear Craves for the noise
Like the lonely moon I wander
And my secluded mind ponders
My nerves ache at your muteness
And voice chokes with sullen Ness
Like Curfewed bells nothing rings
Your silence just stings
My heart feels like the single tree
Standing without wind free
Break your silence

None of us would ever know
As to what stored above
What would become of us
Dragging our life
Crying with strife
Dull pain persisting
Turbulent Era insisting
Leaving repercussions
Tangles of the veins
Bringing ruins
Whole system pulling down
Struggles pouring down

I saw the moon standing alone
No star near to give company or atone
Moon felt too lonely
Soon clouds gathered around it badly
Moon had to hid
And from loneliness, it wanted to get rid
Rain drops began to pour
Tears of moon ready to sore
Moon sobbed, until it became tired
Went to sleep
And the sun was ready to peep

Behind the trunk of the mango tree
Farmer breaths the fresh air free
The farmer vigilantly guards the rice field
Waits for good yield
His wife collects dry roti for him
He munches holding the aluminum plate in the rim
The scare crow leans against the haystack
With its torn off hat and crack
The cool water flows from the well
Farmer rests upon the green grass to dwell
He hums a folk tune
Hard toil he is immuned

Leaves small, big, thick, thin
With beautiful  chin
Light green, pale green, dark green but all  green
Some croutons are colorful scene
Loading the tree
Sprawling all over free
With twigs and stems
Fitted in plant's frame
Carrying flowers near them
Fragrance spread in abundance
To the nostrils to incense
Leaves have their own society
A club of property
Horizontal, vertical, conical
Above and below
Swinging and dancing
Drawing in winds palm
Appear calm

Seven colored silky touch
Gathered as much
Flowed all around
Danced at the clouds round
Beautiful rainbow look
As if drawn in the drawing book
Scattered and crumbled
Battered and buffed
Wilderness of rain
Just for a few second's strain
Like windows slightly opened
And suddenly wide opened
Doves flapping their wings
Flying in circular ring
Streak of lightening dazzling
Earth with the power of shining

Picnic near the sea side
With sands so wide
Feet embedded in the sand
Feel softness at hand
Aroma of roasted corn rise
White dove fly uprise
Tasty dishes invite
Hunger in the stomach ignite
Sip of coffee freshnening
Orange peel refreshing
Fishes are floating
And boat 's mast are jumping
High tide is alarming
Pressures wind is forming

One morning
After lazy yawning
Just stare watching
My two year's old grand daughter
With cutest laughter
Having grown to stand on her feet
Gives me a new treat
Endeavors to touch the latch
Of my front door
I get at once to help her in opening the door
I hold her tiny fingers resting the toddler on my back
Under tender care assist
To open  the latch
It gives  a broad smile
Entire world appears on her feet
Tending and a toning with mirth
Which is a scene worth
The gates of eternity opened

Pitch dark night
Not a Tinge of light
Absolutely no delight
Beasts resting in the the woods
In relaxation mood
Fireflies shining
Their glow glittering
Human beings  vast asleep
None ready to peep
All in dreams deep
No one ready to strall
Or addressing with a call
All utterly silent
Composite and calm, nonviolent
Shutters of eyes closed
Lips stitched
No scream
Lost in dreams

The moment
And environment
Of man's fall
From above so tall
Lost in his own world
Hard and bold
When his own fragrance
Is Wrenched within sequence
He feels alineated
And perforated
From himself
And the world of lost self
Lost in exile
Totally beguile

What a glow
Raindrop on the meadow
Like pearl shinning to show
Drizzling low
Wetting the earth slow
Making the pool of water flow
With wind's naughty blow
Farmer's song of seed's sow
Parrot's talk show
Gardener's lawn mow
The temperature getting low

Late rise
Mentally wise
But still dozing
Dull feeling
Hot coffee getting cold
Mind not alert and bold
Loitering on the lawn
Yawning at dawn
Reading newspaper
Especially the film column
Fighting of stars ****
Unwilling to take bath
Visiting the lonely path
Listening old songs
Playing on table with throng

Amidst vast copper landscape
Watching the incomplete road map
Standing on the edge of amber rock
Striated granite shining at dock
Braved the carving winds
Chisleeing its sides with rewinds
Dropping with no warning at all
Cool feeling Trembling of fall
Slowly watching the mist layered canyon light
Enjoying sunset of glorious Crimson bright
Music of sunset past fading in fugue
Moon risen behind  like sticky with
glue
Clutching the camera we take pictures
Of washed and Bathed moonlight
In the valley of gods

Happy are the rocks
Not ready to receive mocks
They plant themselves
Firmly on the ground's layers
Able to meet birds of different species
Who settle and sit on them with delicacies
Birds look all around as if bethroned
Feeling they are sitting on royal throne
Morning hours they chirp
Enjoy the surrounding with slip
Wait for feathered friends
And observe trends
Look for the fishes in the near pond
That lies on the ground
Make noise with their chirps
Swallow worms with burp

The goddess drowns
Her smiling image does not frown
Unconcerned that she is going to disappear
For a complete year
How happily she was welcomed
All sang about her pride and cheered
Nine days of worship brought her glory
Creating crowd and history
Now leaving just clay and straw structure
With a tragic law seen with aperture
She is dragged out in the chariot
Carried on shoulders with sound of clarinet
Once Bethroned and triumphant
Now dispersed with chants
Once idol dressed in gold
Later reduced to mud
But she will return
We have to wait for another year

Beyond the ruptured bridge
I roam near the ridge
Of my sleepy village
Take a little advantage
To watch the glimpses
That eclipses
An evening awaits
Enthusiastic evening gaits
Pilgrims on the move
With lamps in their hands
To show them the right path
The memory tries to trek
Mind is on wreck
Luminous eyes watch from summit
The line of men and women and children
Their foot stamps at beating of drums
Keeping the rest mum
They go on non stop
Mile stone shines every mile
Evening turned misty even now awaits
For night to come

The terrain
During visual rain
Revealing obstinacy of rocks
Steep climbs to mock
Treacheries of limping halt
Climbing hunchback jolt
Difficult deadly stretch
Bothering strenuous much
Perilous attempts to cross
Brooding and moving pause
Dangerous cross
Lowly particles and sand
Small Peaks and strand
Still compelled movements band
Felt better to stay on plains
With plenty of rains

Shadows are dismal and quiet
Scattered away from light
Creating  some mystery delight
Shuddering with gust of wind
Goes on penetrating with rewind
Falling on claustrophobic surrounding
Round and round falling
Scared sometimes with their own identity
Image casting away in clarity

Love grew out of season bloom
Erasing gloom
Pinkish delight
A spark in the twilight
Thoughts mellowed in mind
To keep things to rewind
Bursting through heart
With fragile chart
Desire raised from all sides
Emotions to keep aside
Love probably sprouts
On the mind and heart grouts

The circus of life relates
To situations that inflate
joy and sorrow
Metaphysical attempts for better tomorrow
Drought of words try to express
Knotted calculus of discovering life's acrobates
Emotional Rain's fall on postulates
Time wasted on endless debates
Moments of life like clown's cognate
Situations inappropriate
Handling with lighter perspect

You find in me a river
A cool shower
A heavenly  bliss
Still you try to hiss
As rivers are feminine
I feel I am genuine
I also feel a river that flows in me
Surrenders with glee
As river can not express
I feel my right to access
I offer you clear water
And foamy lather
But you dump garbages
I tolerate your abuses for ages
You drink me first
Quench your thirst
You make me emotionally burst
Your madness you give
Still I try to survive

The priesting silence of tree startles
I wait for it to sway and move at least as turtle
When I do not hear its  gasp
I feel the sting of  vasp
I die for Earth's scent that it gives
Which penetrates in my nosetrils
Whenever speedily allows the wind to blow
The air whispers through its branches with special glow
Makes me fresh but when it turns silent
I feel like the sorrow of butterfly in torment

As Drooping eyelids search for a dream
Life selects only the cream
Drifting thoughts search with scream
Drifting sun finds its shadow
Drifting imagination gets its meadow
Sun rise is not scarred by its shadow
Or Drifting illusion that is falling down is not scarred by the situation's open window
Sun drifting  finds its own place
To occupy and grace
As the star capture the night
Life keeps on moving at its plight

In the pursuit of different emotions
With my slight motion
I feel my mind outflows
And thoughts inflow
Time arrives with a blow
Magnifies with mist
Takes out life's gist
Squelch of indifferent feelings
Keep on increasingly reeling
Spondylitic steps limp the imagination
Find difficult to present in narration
Proper thought is expressed with alteration

Lonely roads
Without any load
Makes me travel
At a vast level
On bizarre diversions
With exploring excursions
Tuning some saga of vision
Many hues observed
Many wings fluttered
Setting towards wishful voyage
Not realizing the factor of age
Even across the sea
I move free with glee
Somewhere I feel frail
An indelible mark on my trail

Tiny bee enjoys honey
Without spending money
Sitting on the soft petal
With the feeling of great ceremony
Gently sways with the flower
Identifying self power
Does not harm the flower
Carries the pollen
If it bites skin is swollen
But the bee drinks nature's beauty
Confirms it as duty
Enhances taste of human tongue by its property
Honey that it offers us in charity

From light to darkness
Great unusual success
From darkness to darkness.
Odd combination effectless
Darkness to light
Its great delight
Rather wise
But to walk light to light
Is a great might

My heart cries
My lips dry
My mind weeps
My ideas creep
My eyes regard none
My work is never  done
My life becomes dull
My thoughts lull
My strength drifted away
My breath shrunk and sway
My life becomes void
My expectations of you
I can not avoid

All through muggy evenings
With dull openings
City suffered Shedding
Hot tears boiling
Its roads were soaked
In tremendous heat Bathed
Its strangled breath choked
Its streets were tangled
The season's innocent biology
Was beyond in thoughts ideology
Sky simply squeezed out
Heat straight from its heart
City 's burning pupil began to smart
Inexorable calculus of time
Moved  rather slow at prime

My life is born in a night of pain
Having absolutely no gain
My grieving shelf
With painful self
Want to witness gorgeous sunrise
Coming out of dismal uprise
Doomed to throb hard
Singing endlessly the bard
Of impaired thoughts
My life wants to experience
Nurtured dreams of eloquence