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

I burrowed deep and built my abode
Clearing woods and stones made a narrow road
Also made a wire mesh compound
Listening to Squirrel's sound
Paved the floor with black soil
Four towering walls never allowed the house to boil
Carpet of grass outside was laid
None to speak with nothing was said
Stars at night marched like a thousand little lamps
And the weather was always chill and damp
But I longed for the warmth

Gladness of morning glory erases boredom
It's amazing to watch nature's wisdom
Sparrows with plumage brown
Perching at my window pane frown
Sun sprays it's rays with elegance
Rose spreads all around its fragrance
Blades of grass pierce the feet
Dew drops moist settled in greet
Mountains towering high just invite
Crystal clear flow of river water excite
Sketches of dawn zoom bringing divinity

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

Thousands people crawling
Perishing and strolling
In deep mourning
Hearing them  moaning
Two ships striking and sinking
Screaming tearing their throat
Dreaming till the last breath floats
Compassion filled heart
As if suffering was of my part
Awful weight of pity sought

Experiencing intricate Knots of moments that tangles around my life
The entangled brain wants to release and open simplifying it without much strife
Just my desires and longings keeps rummaging through the shelves of mind
And try to explore easier ways to spend the rest of life
smooth, but it appears a difficult task to find
The life is a mixture of varied blended, hues not so simple
If it would have been just plain without complications in ample
The wider spectrum of life would have been a bliss

Who do not love god
Not feeling odd
Knows no pain
Always in gain
If one does not pray
His heart remains empty
God dwells within each
Like fragrance of flower
Like musk in the deer
If one understands God's love
Is the wisest person

Silently the lonely river flows
Reflection of radiant sun on it falls and glows
Snow around the bed thaws and dissolves
Shadows of birds  hang in vibrant and resolve
River gushes against sturdy rocks
Wrencher desires of mountains mock
Breeze blowing hugs the river quietly
Butterflies Imprisoned under sun move softly
Glorious sight, magnificent glimpse turn the saga of vision vast

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

In the tumultuous of fast moving life
With an urge to break the monotonous strife
I went near the river side found an idle boat
I decided to undertake sailing on the boat
Wearing a life jacket I was all ready to float
Humming my favorite tune I smoothly sailed
And covering a distance came to the depth
Though I struggled to rov at length
A sudden heavy wind brought jerks and turbulence
Boat 's smooth movement got obstacled losing its balance
Lines of worry overshadowed and the enthusiasm disappeared
The boat' s direction towards the shore was little eclipsed
Somehow I started rowing the boat under horrendous circumstances
Soon I touched the shore and breathed sigh of relief

Between the wide blue sky and my eyes stars just twinkle
Sitting on the sandy beach pebbles attract with their sprinkle
In the gallery of seagulls I bend my head with the question mark
Confronting problematic perceptions Lingering in my life dark
I Silently gaze over waves for getting solutions
But they rise and fall bringing revolutions
Sea water as if guesses my perfidies
Stares at me intoxicated with exuberance specified
My committed sins and follies
My World full of arrogance collapses and pasidiifies
I am banished from the realm of love
Failures of life stands all above

I often yearn to steal the vast splendour spread around me upon this earth
Where I just roam and wander stepping in rhythmic motion with mirth
The waterfalls near my house beguile the heart of spectators
Who undertake a mission to get drenched in its flow so spectacular
The birds melodiously chirp showcasing their sound
And the vividness of atmosphere graces all around
A young girl takes shower under the force of waterfalls singing a note
Presenting prodigious talent to capture the listeners who have time to denote
Ferns and twigs along with the bushes entrance the mind
The exquisite scenic Vista of merry plants just bind
Travelers jubilate forgetting worldly pangs

Often the blue ink filled pen slips and clings to nib the words
Scribs scripts even or unevenly moving outwards
Evaporates with loose ends and spreads in the form of sentences
It's inky cobwebs gaping like a spider hangs hither thither
Tilted to a particular degree leaving in midway flight
Expressions without puncturing silence maintain their  fight
In vain, in this vein writers go for fishing  for compliments

My old ancestral village brings back memories that got replenished from the edges of mind's vicinity
The charm and grandeur of the tall coconuts 's green sublimity
Visiting it after decades fetches dreams before the illusive vision 's intensity
The subtle sound of flowing stream and the jingling of bullock cart offers the spark of music
Even the stars as if twinkle in rhythmic motion creating magic
Moon beam  spread grand extravaganza of light
Fatigue ends and the energy gets revitalized and the brain sprouts in delight

Walking fast
On the pavement
In the narrow lane
No way it makes me insane
Watching the book seller
Who is all ready like an arranger
Keeping the books in a row
Removing their dust to show
Settling on the crowded area
With a shouting plea
Arranging books on the rack
Selling with knack
The moving music shop
CDS where hop
I find pleasure
And a great treasure
Buy few things
And at home fling
Think about shopping
On the pavement feel in great bliss

These spring days are full of warmth
Shrill clamour of birds just charm
Air grows very tender and gentle fully in the  norm
Whispers of grass keep resounding
Joyous meditation of mind astounding
Wind keeps on wildly gesticulating
Fever and lust of sentiments circulating
Overstepping seduction of spring inviting

The room was dark
Little grim to mark
Walls somewhat damp
A lizard on the wall appeared like a vamp
Reluctant sun did not even peep
Noise neither ready to creep
The room appeared mourning
Air was felt bemoaning
Still the beggar there survived
Her grudging was aptly revived
She lived there alone
None helped her to atone
Rags and tattered clothes hung on the wire
She had just hunger to aspire

Sanity drowns in fleeting joys
Searching some beating coy
Words long for expression
But Sadistic thoughts need more explanation
Life faces changing seasons
But ailing monsoon fails
Chill winter trails
Scourge of agonies frail
Keeps shifting with disappointments

River pulsates
With all reflections which hesitates
The sunlight in the gorge
With falling Rays large
Mist appears in the noon
And from heat gives a boon
Wind appears with dusk
And all over flies husk
Cold clarity defines morning
Air flow luminous in charming
Transparent glass door closes
Earth's Scents spiral up with doses

Loitering around the world around
My mysterious calculations strolled round
Standing in the balcony of the seventh floor
As I opened the glass door
Noticed the slum and the small children
Some of them were orphans
They were searching the dustbin
Scrutinizing over the packets of food left in
Finally finding one broken bat and punctured ball
They shouted with joy and rejoiced over its fall
My smile disappeared and I closed the door

The season of winter has arrived
Sunlight is blocked
Cold chill air stands as barrier
I am drenched in the downpour of winter wind
From scorching heat of sun to this ice cold weather life is pulling on
Splendorous season I must say
Leaves getting filtered from trees frozen
Variegated light awakes me clicking and tickling
Finding moments of life's alterations, I rely on Spiritual invitation

Wind is sniffing
Trees are whirling
Storm is in fury
Leaves are in hurry
Garden and meadows moan
Earth readily groans
Star Seem to hiss
Moonlight tries to kiss
Grasses are still
Silent are chill
Flame of breeze scorches
Delirium of thoughts torches

Dusty tracks touch the life's flowing river
River that passes through situation's rugged rocks to empower
On the shore of incident's river bed burned pyres of throttled love that suffers
Mute pathos of crimson dreams in the eyes buffer
Walls of emotions emit feelings to discover
Souls try to witness festive moods lighter
But granites of thoughts with fears shiver
Naked trees around life's circumference, whose leaves quiver
Exhausted hopes rock like shadows to rediscover
Whispering butterflies fly with sweetness to shower
And laughter reverberates at our life's land of sorrows with veil to cover

In the midst of certain uncertainties
I lose my temper's integrities
Change of Weather arrives with its specialities
My roof reclines over me with all possibilities
Encroaching my senseless sensibilities
Doors and windows of my house measure my compatibilities
I with my head embedded in the pillow choke in disparities
Rain drops piercing the roof sprawl through roof dropping off, disturbing roof's capabilities
Leakage of roof introduce all the casualties
Ink with which I have jotted my poem spread on  white sheet of paper remind my responsibilities

Monochromes of thoughts jump
And travel with bump
And craving to rave
Settle with mind's uneven gravel to crave
Perturbed always take an effort
To eliminate monotones of life's comfort
But goes on contemplating
On stagnant ideas filled with strife rotating
Multiple sentiment reverberate
In the brain 's volume making senses exasperate
And often the practicality goes turtle
Activities turn clumsy and  brittle
Still emotions settle in the moods going mentle

No end to human experience of pain
Life aims always at gain
Misery of life on humanistic level
Grows terribly right from gravel
Mysterious elusive baffling moments
Existence surprises with elements
Walking through inner jungles of mind
Lonely pathways ends in familiar dreams
Till the eternal quietness screams

We admire what we can not do
But others can do
And keep on trying to do
And perform what others can not do
With our efforts succeed to do
Life induces peace to set what we can reach to attempt
The higher things that we can teach to
Tempt
Hundred things await in our hands
Half of it needs with zest to heal

String of similes are seemed dipped in the writings
And wring out to articulate their essence in lure by inviting
Writings live in with the authority of license
And spread everywhere their fragrance
With their world loaded with metaphors
Sentiments of authors are attentuated by spirit
Emotions are fiterated beyond limit
And their writing sprouts from the womb of silence

Walls of passion build up in our life are quite strange
Either the wall raises higher looking estranged
Or becomes shorter in structure sometimes enraged
Wall of passion acts blind and reverberates our emotions
Infatuated by the nakedness of sentiments and its notion
The wall with the circumstances 's wheel is in motion
Like insects crawling over the grass, wall of passion gets embarrassed by the crawling of love

Few years back, I took a journey to the hilly regions
Visiting a few old temples on the hills brought me closer to religion
In the woods, I came across witnessing many a species of trees
Also a good variety of colored birds that produced vivid sounds in glee
For miles I came across cluster of pines and pines
And during dawn, I noticed behind the trees the glamorous sunshine
Amazed by the pine cones, few fallen on the ground, I collected them and decorated on my shelf
Those cones still remind me of my last visit to the alluring hills, shared to myself
That I caress with care and concern and memorize
As now my limbs no more allow to loiter around and my steps have mimized

The spark in dark night
Under the moonlight
Time old way out
Feelings stout
The season bloom
Erasing gloom
Tiny tender pink of love  zoom
Thought mellowing in the mind
Bursting and Rewinding kind
Fragile body kindling
Emotions mingling
Like spectators raising cheers
Blowing desire away
Love swells with rays