Sense is like the sun of civilization
Ploughed in the mind's soil for utilization
Radiant in the absorption of neutralization
Millimeter of dust settled in the brain needs elimination
Sense plays virtuous role i clearing up the accumulation
Refreshing mind gets annulled in anticipation
Sense cups rim of the mental flow into the ripples of precipitation
Sense sows the seeds of wisdom to the brain for its activation

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

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

Constant inquisitiveness
Vision's clearness
Attaining solutions
With resolution
Sowing seeds of research
To develop and march
In the battle of discovery
Without compromising difficulties
Never shattering hopes
Like a fighter Groping
Achieving success finally
Presenting to the world

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deserted and desperate heart often clings to old memories
That often intervenes in the short intervals as reveries
Melancholic expressions fail at exhibiting  an artificial smile
The pain experienced in the past moments lasts longer in the mind 's file
The disheartened soul aches with buried sentiments
Even the icy breeze fails to bring chillness to the heart' s burning sediments
Tears well up in the core of eyes preventing the sobs to come out from
Irony of time fails to heal the mental wound, still wet not getting dried by the present time's doldrums

The paddy field with a good yield and its white rice sheaves
A crow on the tree satisfied with its nest's weaves
A sparrow perching on the top of pitcher
Chirping aloud seeing a snake gulping its eggs like butcher
A bundle of husked rice kept under the tree
And a big cat following after the mice moving free
The pair of bull sitting to relax, chewing the dry grass
Black berries falling from the tree being picked up by the masses
Farmer's chapped  skin of the feet visible when they rigorously tap
He munchies his dry bread and awaits for a nap

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

I cruise to the station of my dreams
And halt at various places
Where morning breeze's chillness screams
And the vividness of atmosphere graces
Blue sky shrouds in my dreams anticipation
My mind travels in its varied imagination
Slipping into the crevices of thought's emanation
I stare at the royal mansions and slums
Both adjacent standing together as chums
Rich Relishing the red pulp of plums
Poor Munching filthy sundry leftovers
My sleep sinks in to sigh of fires

Using spectacles of a very thick glasses
Entertaining the passers-by and the masses
Squatted, chewing tobacco and splitting on the roadside
A small red carpet spread wide
Peneterating the myopic eyes in to the horoscopes
Offering customers good hopes with scope
Studying about the zooming planets
Defining about the stars without regrets
Mundane assurances in his given verdicts
Which seldom proves right of his predicts
Public get attracted by future images tangling
With all prospects shining and jingling
Shaky past transforming and banging
Cold cobalt craziness of it bending
Silhouetted small promises of astronomer as if trending

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

The difference between the structure of eighteen and
eighty
Then my physic was straight and sturdy
The lines of my walk with swagger savored confidence
Eyes tagged with clear vision staring at moon in elegance
Now the back is bent, the teeth have vents
Drooping ******* hang with doddering bents
How this transformation of the contraries  surprise?
Once this body gleamed in fascination now stands at the verge of compromise

A whole tree is buried within the seed
And the seed sprouts with the end of tree fed
Between tree and seed
Their entire world is stored
Both contain each other
Just like sea and sunset doesn't seem to bother
Like sun rise behind mountains
Appearing and setting
Ripples of the water
And water ripples bower
Image Merging in the mirror
And reflection refreshing the mirror

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

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

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 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

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

The day starts with gold crystalline
Valley appears Bathed in sunshine
River opens its thick hair
Thistle and looks fair
Dale twilight hollow in zigzag line
Earth witnesses movements of submarine
Smoke of curl rise,  dizziness hangs
Aloofness pangs, Rayof hope just bangs

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

Sun breathes in the day
Withering petals bloom and are in dismay
Heat of sun scorches and bother
Exceeds warmth of mother rather
Mother's pain is blended with her creation
Sun's heat expects recreation
Fire is also born from candles
Erasing darkness light it kindles
All concerned flames shriek sparks
And we witness this with remark
Fire is born from sun or candle or mother
As our nature requires it rather

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

The blue sky covered with Ash grey clouds
Birds making their escape with shroud
Perhaps the sky soars for freedom
As the thunder creates havoc from boredom
Flawless geometrical patterns of raindrops fall
Smiles and whispers in the faces enthrall
Heaven and earth just touch some pathos
Washed plants as if contemplate to cross
Men and women without umbrella cover their heads
Cling​​ to the shade's surface available as ants spread
The place is unfinished scaffolded building
Uneasy combination of concrete and human yielding
Classes varied just jumble up creating confusions
But all reflect tremendous harmony of fusion

The first man always wondered
Often left bewildered
About huge affairs of sun
To watch by none
And its relation with East and west
Proving itself to be the best
About moon's place in the sky
Where birds chirp and fly
All this wonderful nature makes us wonder
And in past allowed to ponder
With illimitable scope to wander

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

Sudden rain sired in the dawn
A dry rose got drenched in my lawn
Amidst the dry thorns
Rain blew the drenched dry flower down
In the eye's of thorns past and present
Cleave
Made them sorry but they couldn't leave
There the peacock awaited for the rain
But rose tree lost its gain

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

I remember past
Absolutely fast
No amnesia
With mental media
Remember as a child
Crab apples I relished
My kith and kin stared
But I never shared
No guilt gulping the chocolates
Without offering to classmates
Eating sandwiches
Standing at the beaches
Quite alone hiding from the beggar
Who timidly watched just eager
Sefish was I, yes said the memory
That lingered

Garden like heaven spread with full of roses
Laden with various hues and poses
Sudden bovine yell of herds of sheeps entered
Hastening the exists of their sullen heap centred
A circular arena of jasmine flowers fixed
Bleating of sheep still perusing mixed
All getting collected under the tin shed
Searching for renunciatotry shade
Innocent rose petals sanguinely shake
Nature 's splendour is still awake
Ignorant eyes try to decipher scenes
When rainbow scatters at the sky serene
Ideological evening elevates the mind

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

The train of my life is moving very fast
Years are rolling on the track leaving the memories in past
Though I want to live in the present forever to last
Now just confined to bed l am lost in my old attitude
When nature interacted with me erasing my solitude
Though each moment they changed their attitude
Trees offered me shade and I was filled with their magnitude
Barefooted I strolled in my green lawn
Where  dew drops would spread at the dawn
Now my mind is struck in the old webcast
Past and present linger with the whole cast
Spider of diseases spin and entangle my body which rots

There is a small lotus  pond near my house
My steps automatically move towards it and get aroused
I mostly yearn to spend my time around it
Witnessing the pink color of the lotus bloom and its hues wit
Surrounding to its vicinity there is peaceful tranquility
My sentiments and emotions get drowned in its serenity
I admire the resplendence of lotus blossoms floating in the water
Attaining divinity of the scenic beauty, I feel flattered

Truth is divine
As it is refined
Accepting guilt is divine
As it is saline
Helping  the  needy is divine
As it is benign
Being humble is divine
As it is genuine
Simplicity is divine
As it aligns
Being natural is divine
As it defines
Being neutral is divine
As it entwines

Three elements which  leads to death
With great mirth
United to each other
Joined together
Employed in action
Without separation
Well performed
External, internal, intermediate transformed
Even then death wavers
Just then delivers
A shock of its own kind
Not to rewind

Distant views appear best
As they take my test
Waters shine silvery
Water birds move with quary
Sufficient current of water sweep shells
Silver light teases and swell
Leaves float and on it dwell
Fishes swim and appear to yell
Shore is best for me to relax
Free scenes need no tax
Flappy wings flutter like flax

A visit to Delhi's Mugal garden, with the nature adorned at its best
Exquisite bonanza of blossoms and cheering plants that arrests
Green lawn and stone slabs keep inviting to its  idyllic scenery
The very entrance is so soothingly colorful filled with lovely fragrances which induces our itinerary
Our hearts sojourn for a while forgetting the disparities of life
Impish enthusiasm reverberates seeing the gyrating flowers in full bloom without any strife
Each visitor amidst this vibrant panorama relishes the sentiments wirh full mirth
The emotional rendezvous with the nature becomes laudable on this earth

My tongue turns dumb
My fingers turn numb
My eyes regard none
My appetite feels done
My heart weeps
My loneliness creeps
My strength is lost
My dreams are past
My thoughts drift away
My imaginations sway
Thinking about you I become void

The life line of Mumbai operating nonstop on the tracks
Touching the strings at the roof getting electric energy to run and attack
Boisterous crowd boarding and clinging moving and rushing
Their endless routine and vigor without getting bored is pushing
Tapestry of their tales with their faces beaming with joy create history
The deepest rapid transport making the human population busy but not coy exhibits their chemistry
The most easily available affordable mode of transport
Without any discrimination loading and carrying the passengers through and fro to export
And in return these locals are the best where none goes for feelings of oneness to import

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

Train is moving ahead with the speed
Every moment it is getting sanitized by paying heed
Forest trails are visual from the edges of glass
Thick bushy trees and shrubs accompanying with mass
Are kindling my mind with all the ideas to ink
And the hot dip tea is initiating me to drink
Laughter and chatter is not echoing in the coach
Due to covid practically the bogey is vacant none is ready to approach
But my family members are keeping my spirits high
I am enjoying the scenic beauty of cosmos and the starry sky
Peeping from the window that keeps up the mind igniting
And the tasty snacks are sticking to my tongue penetrating
Allowing the test buds to get freshen
Playing cards and chatting with my grand daughter is enough to strengthen
My heart and mind after this one year's is getting brightened

Few occasions remain fresh forever, clinging to our memory
Showcasing their prodigious presence creating a prominent reverie
Once these occasions, created a grandeur in our lives brightening the synergy
And their  glitter brought brilliant hues, with inundated energy
Those occasions, when we were just engrossed in reconciling the events
And those occasions that brought cheers with their pageants
Now no doubt our hearts just crave for those precious moments
Even then the mind manages to the present situation with whatever comes on our life's show

Awesome weather few rain drops falling on my  head and wetting my cheeks
A black cat worried of getting Drenched trying to hide under my porch mewing meek
The loose plasters of roof allowing the raindrops to leak from the roof
And my pet dog sitting under the table feeling aloof
The wet floor in need of a *** to get filled by the leakage awaits
The dark hours without electricity loses my gaiety with its trait
The boiled tea over the oven is getting split everywhere
The dry piece of bread gets drier under the shelf
I lazily yawn and gulp it pitying my own self

You always stun me
When you do not stop me
From wailing
Or shouting
When click sound of your
Metal walking stick stop your
Balance or
When your lips quiver
In hunger
When you stop me from crying
You tend in garden roaming
With bent body
You breath hardy
Sparkle in your eyes
Seeing the rose flower
With the energy you live
You stun me mom
At ninety eight

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

The weary crimson sun is about to retire in the firmament
Furious wind starts blowing in speed pushing and hitting and attacking the environment
Perturbed tenants  of hutments of the slums appear confused
Kids shout and children develop fear with sudden darkness fused
Feeling deserted after watching their hey roofs getting blown within a moment
Wondering about the sudden happening, they come out to the pavement
Etched in sorrow and grief they struggle after next hours food
As hunger has no alloted time to burst out with its mood
The time passes, the outrageous wind stops, things get to normal, but the roofing stands naked
And the increased hunger gets whisked