As the sunset fades in the west
I see in you twilight best
I observe glowing fire
And immensely admire
It makes my love towards you strong
So I want you to live long
Like a tree planted increases joy
Plants a comfort that never cloy
Your relation is beautiful and strong
With its shelter I can throng
Sunset murmurs soothingly
Your benediction flutters convincingly

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

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

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

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

The blue sky
Birds on their fly
The fawn sand
The sea animal's band
And the robust land
The flow of waves
The breeze naive
Silence slashed
Boats flashed
Tide rising ebbed
Rocks washed
Tourists stood douched

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

We drink deep nature's bounteous beauty
Collect its sweetness as duty
Enhance its glory as pretty
Nature's beauty overflows
Maintains its glows
We should express our gratitude
As our servitude
Should not harm the flower
The flowing calm river
Never cut the Vibrant tree
Allow them to live free
Nature is the sweetest vice
Like we taste milk,  sugar and rice

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

At this hour of clouds
Thunder sounds loud
Dreams just float
Like butterflies of ghost
Trance start up
With unknown thoughts up
My work multiplies
I dry my clothes
And rain drops make them wet
I arrange them with a net
Dry them in hangers
Like skeletons of strangers

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

In immense jovial mood, catching the thrill of each pleasant moment spent around the lake
Drenched in the sweet reincarnation of magnificent surroundings and sipping coffee and Munching the cake
Eyes all set on the pearl white ducks floating and welcoming the new visitors
Tourists rejoicing and admiring the sight with intent longing and inculcating  the cheerful other spectators
And the vividness of of water fountains bursting with showers
The subtle sound of flowing lake and the jingling sound of cool breeze with its bowers
Steals my heart away, which gets absorbed in all the tranquility of the atmosphere

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

As darkness hugs night
With soft touch slight
Water mingles with ocean
And moon watches its reflection
Light dissolves light
With spreading delight
Passage move along grass
Covering concrete mass
Trees touch the river bank
And grow fine without sank
Darkness takes roots of night
Water takes moon 's delight
Eternity takes time' s plight
Come and hug me in my sight

Armful of roads are seen
Across the window lean
Tree like small houses in a row
Stand ***** and glow
People pace up and down
Eyes observe their dresses and gown
Sky appears Mourning
Roofs of house experience mornings
Dreams are ploughed
Like faces of crowd
Houses feel cold weather
Fractured thoughts limp together

She stood alone in the park
As I observed her with eyes full of spark
Her red frock simply rocked
Licking a red lollipop
And a brisk quick hop
Made her fell on the grass
Near the plant with the moss
She did not scream
Took the dropped lollipop as if in dream
Again licked and smiled
Not bothering about its fall on the soil
And was not at all in turmoil
Felt happy as lollipop was finally finished

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

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

Rejoicing waves of the river  flowing  behind my house drives me crazy
Splendid sandy shore, where I play with the village children at the sunset quite hazy
Village damsels sing and fill water in their earthenware pots
I cherish my heart's desire to be alienated from the rest of the world and which never rots
Few men take bath and giggle alleviating their fatigue
Here all are in the merry mood without any interferance or intrigue
In this scenic ambiance, I spend most of my evenings
Until the moon's reflection falls on the river with repeated innings

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

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

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

Awake in the night
Observe the moonlight
Leave the dream of peace
Relax and ease
Make the moonlight rich
Staring at it constantly thinking much
Watch the lily bloom near the window
Find merriment in the night's pillow
Enjoy crystalline delight
In your watching moon's plight

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

When I take a leisurely walk usually at night
Surrounded by illuminated path that fills my heart in delight
Every where it appears as if bathed in ivory moonlight
Cool breeze whispers, brushing my thoughts and its scintillating touch elevates
The fragrance of 'queen of night' flowers enraptures and alineates
Stupendous sound of flowing stream at the back of my house astonishes
I feel so blessed at the splendour of my shelter
Which entices to feel its warmth and my energetic spirit never alters

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

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

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

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

Getting myself drenched in the night's darkness
Watching the owl's mystic eyes shining like silvery brightness
My ideas envision the hues of black side of life's calmness
An intense passion arises at this hours of total eclipse
And the screeching and fluttering of the nocturnal bats in flocks enthuse
Unexplainable thrill
And my deserted den is echoed with glee and merriment with the noise shrill
My brain resonates innumerable queries, as it is full of grey shades, preferring negative perceptions
Which never await for a glorious sunshine

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

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

God is present
With eminence
And magnificene
He is found in each particles
His creativity is real
They commit sins
They emit anger
We can feel all this
But God is so generous
He easily pardons
Even then his creations
Refuse to accept his doctrines
And do according to their wish


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Standing on the terrace
I look at the fence
I  observe a crow
With less glow
Sitting on the electrical line
I take a sip of wine
I Watch the hills
Little far from the grill
Men look like dotted
Just microscopic spotted
Air is chilled
I feel cooled
Bazar looks tiny
But small lamps are shiny
Monkeys cling on each other
Roads with hairpin bends just bother
They look like zigzag snakes
Time passes with eating corn flakes
Immortal shades move vibrantly
And I relax instantly

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

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

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

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

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

The vibes of inner self enthuses to trace imaginations
Evening glories are stretching towards crowing the night's commemorations
Expressions very often leak through the shutters of various reflections
The glass counter of vision witnesses adorable scenic sections
Jasmine emits lasting fragrances through the windows ventilations
Charming **** moon peeps and winks mischievously without alterations

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

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

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

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

World of merriment
With narrow agreement
Attained from sentiments
Of our achievements
With its melody foretells
Icy cool peaceful nights
Stars that sprinkle straight
Crystalline delight twinkles
Tintinnabulation sprinkles
Happiness and harmony bloats
Success sounds great and floats

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

Night was too tired resting so he slept
He made noon 's lap safe and crept
Noon stroked and patted night' s back
Evening peeped in and admired night's prank
Night had a good sleep
But occasionally rose with evening's beep
Night felt utter loneliness
As moon and stars maintained silence
With dilligence
When the night watchman whistled
Night became alert like thistle
And lay awake making others sleep

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 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

Quite surprising how life can flow in perfect synchronisation?
A difficult question asked by me to myself about it's regular mobilisation
Following few odd logics to sustain as recognition
It often becomes a problem to accept all the laws of motion
The rules formulated by ourselves in the earthy life's activation
Intruders's interference without fear embarking the individual in their own resolutions
Disturbing factors of perturbations