Caught in the fist of overwhelming emotions
Waiting for nature 's external forces to interrupt my lucid motions
Expecting new blossoms in the life, otherwise surrounded by stale situations
Trying to embrace affluent impediments of variations
Yearing for the splendid bonanza of happiness to shower its bliss in expeditions
My focus concentrates on new creative innovations
And the scopes of stress gets eliminated from my usual positions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God in my dream said "Do not be proud"
Said it loud
"Do not see your big mansion"
He mentioned
I failed to understand  his narration
Even then I stood with pride
Next moment
I witnessed earthquake
I was beneath earth
Grasses and debris
And my vanity vanished
Around me
Though I survived

Leaving the busy lanes and getting entered in the greenery fatigue vanishes
Mirth accompanies everywhere while loitering into the bushes
Countless exotic locations filled with lovely fragrances of trees and plants rejuvenates
The substance of nature brings thrills and stress eliminates
Getting relaxed in under the shade of a tree and getting ready to dine brings cheers
Viewing the fountains and its sprinkles through the edge of eye's rears
Transports to the replica of paradise and mesmerize

I am too  scarce to occupy a space
But I have capacity to grace
Staring the vast sky
I want to fly
Often bees buzz around me
And I swallow my death in me
By giving up corpses
With life's lapses
Each second I am dissolved
And lose myself
Although when alive luminous
I feel I am credulous

Rising spectacularly on the top of the small hill
With the climbs zigzag and the railings nil
Breathtaking sharper view of downtown penetrating
The old temple ascending with the winding roads painstaking
Supine and sated stretched shapely with pillars majestic
Several deities residing in the sanctum appealing with magic
The idol of kali all in black, Shimmering and scintillating in Radiant red embroidered silk
Ornamented with a swirl and swish of jewelry in pink
Sindoor applied on her parting of the hair
All the scenes makes me bow, with cupped hands standing in the row, I slurp down the sacred water offered
And pour coins in the plate praying for my fate

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

My thoughts


My thoughts go wild
As I try to yeild
Before nature
As it appears mature
And makes me secure
The sun, moon and stars give me company
And join me in my ceremony
On all occasions
In all my creations

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

That was a Stormy night, I was moving towards the hilly terrain
Heavy downpours were just obstructing my ways Drenching me from head to toe in the rain
Surrounded by thich woods and the wilderness of night
I felt totally deserted and I was searching just the ways to escape from the flight
Getting trapped under crucial terrific plight
Even my self confidence losing its balance was about to collapse, losing its power
I was desperate to get a roof, to be safe and to shield myself from the continuous showers
At this juncture, I noticed a man with a lantern
Till now, I was a single person moving and now the sight of another human pattern
I felt relieved, both of us moved together, until we reached our shelter
Here the most important part was the other person was coming from the other direction, but for my sake he was again made to move towards the same direction.
Giving me courage, confidence and a good company
he was raised to a higher level in my estimation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Voices behind calls me
When plunged in darkness
Keep inviting me
Speaks volumes of mystery
Creating history
The green pool of clouds
Away from my forgotten homes
Doors of it remains closed
Voices tumbles down
And the voices whispers

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

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

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

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

Ugly memories
Absurd reveries
Clumsy happenings
Untidy evenings
Uncherished coincidences
Drifting Incidences
Go buzzing evidences
Engulfed instances
Cloudy substances
Float like clouds

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

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

Individual self often narrates
Universal self communicates
Both live in soul like shade and light
Create sometimes delight
Prospers with enjoyment
As a result of united embodiment
Who knows this individual self
Is a spirit ascetic or aesthetic
And universal self
Is a spirit  benign or benevolent

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

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

May we be together
Holding each other
Near the sea with cheers
Listening to waves without fear
Saying sweet things in ear
Allowing love to rise its gear
Without fearling aboute seers
surrounding  and eyeing clear
May we together bear
Pains touching at the life's rear
Stand hand in hand near

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

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

It is strange to keep my identity
Safe as it's own entity
Gets estranged by its sanctity
Questions often its integrity
Suffers from inferiority
Struggles with lack of posterity
Waits to come out seeking opportunity
Still lays buried in dark perpetuity

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

The Oldman with the ragged coat, stays near the river
He celebrates his life's each moment with fervour
The lush green coconut trees around him enthralls
And also  the fish swimming deep diving with a fall
Most of the time the old man spends his time on nature 's lap
As the wind blows and the masts of boat flutters with a tap
He embraces the rising waves ensuring  its gap
With a weak vision and thin body, he moves with a smile
In the midst of tangles this silver lining of smile lasts for a mile

Committing the sin of falling in love again
Questions me my earlier perfidious step 's pain
The heavy metallic expression pointing out my folly
Banishes my current realm of love appearing jolly
Often at midnight at my door, still my old love tries to knock
Addressing as cheat  and dither it mocks
I feel at the verge of my present world collapse
I wet my pillow several times with tears that prolapse

Ear counts footsteps
In the patter of raindrops
Crickets continuously tick
Fields stretch wide and stick
Sparrow gossips endlessly
Thunder streaks carelessly
Wind plays without regard
Conjures knocking in regards

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

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

Recall about my experiences
The world calls with elegance
Has given me ambiences
But I feel I have not paid back
As something I lack
World 's throat is now choking
Still world is running
Now agony and fury is overpowering
Spirit is deteriorating
I invite roots to enter in me
So that I can return something to the world
Which has allowed me to survive
Above all to revive
And to breath in the vast open
Under the sky to spend my life as token

The tiny bee that sits on the soft petal
Is never in haste in its battle
The flower welcomes it gently
Bee accepts elegantly
As the flower  sways
Bee feels blessed and waves
Enjoying honey
Without harming and being funny
The flower is friendly
The bee expresses gratitude by carrying pollen
And by spreading its sweetness swollen