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

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

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

Lost sunshine of youth
Brings memories worth
Busy Saturdays with entertainments
Following Sunday with refreshments
Sundays activities in the kitchen
Making me totally smitten
Now as growing grey
Things are at dismay
Golden sunshine lost
Olden days gone fast

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

Love is a deep ocean
Always in good motion
Difficult to understand its notion
Like the tides of waves
Its ebb rises and never saves
Feelings and emotions burst and settle
Sentiments develop and rattle
Like the ocean's water that
never dries up
Love never dies

Silence of sleep time
Dreams are at prime
Setting fancies free
Imprisoned thoughts at glee
Loved one appear
Whom you loved unclear
To be loved or loved so much
Slothful emotions bother and touch
Clouds of doubts cleared
Wake-up mind dreared
None offered love
Not even the dove
You were never loved
Nor liked
Rest morning tells
Get ready work and the dog yells

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

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

Love's confusion
Arises my intuition
With lots of questions
Sprouting and awaiting for solutions
About its quality
And lasting validity
And intensity
With full authority
Hence I avoid falling in love
And the moment I fall in love
I dismiss the feeling from my heart above

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

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

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

Meadows are calling with cheers
Valleys are laden with flowers
Chillness of winter bring showers
New leaves sprout with bowers
Radiance of sunshine blushes
Crimson red of son flushes
Butterflies flutters
Petal of red rose opens its shutters
Green thorn pierces the face of roses
My thoughts alive arises
Gloom retires from the life
Happiness enters ending the strife

Traveling in the brook gladdened Meadows ahead
Watching mountains of wearisome heights raising the head
Passing on the roads in the afternoons
Stretching away to the night of moons
A travelers rejoice in mind
Non stop moving of its own kind
Memories of past appear and rewind

Memories get up lazily
Makes me  ponder hopefully
Days bloom hastily
Idleness prevails clumsily
Songs sprout  cheerfully
Tinge of misery breaks nastily
Crayons of blood pass through vein gradually
Multiple ideas clash momentarily
Saline thoughts spring
Heartily
Bones  want the brain to act blankly

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

When I met the moon
It was a terrible noon
Both laughed
Until I coughed
I was covered with dust
The moon created crush and lust
It introduced to me rocks
That stood to mock
It's uneven surface blocked
And my sentiments were knocked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All family gathered icon
Curiously looking upon
New God is placed upon
A new cabinet built on
Silk curtains are drawn
There stops a van
With garlands of flowers
To decorate the diety with its bower
God is neatly placed in
Occasion with sweets graced in
Cabinet gives a cave look
Where perhaps enlightened God is hooked
Atmosphere is enchanted
With mesmerizing mind's somnolent drowsiness planted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Operating fast on weekends ,floating upon the big lake,the tourists boarding and sailing  on cruise
The snacks offered and the ambience provided with ease
Children beaming with fun and happiness
Guitarist playing melody ,listening audience in cheering mood 's fitness
Vibrant display of entertainment and refreshment rejoiced the passengers
Jovial seniors, juniors and the entire travellers
The scenic view of small hills covered with greenery
And the cranes in the company of ducks floating forming a queue in refinery

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

Stupendous scenic beauty, celestial bliss of Kailash
Clouds floating over, as if embedded in the sky
White swans briskly moving higher and higher
Mansarovar, echoing chants in the air  'shivoham'
Resounding loudly, Crystal clear stream flowing
Yogis, sadhus, travelers engrossed in the lovely topography