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

Behind the closed doors
Sat to scribe poetic flavor
Outside cool wind was blowing
Street light was flickering
A bicycle was fast moving
A child on it was rushing
My subject of the poem was focussed
But little confused and biased
As the wind had stopped
Child disappeared
Coffee was served
Topic became unnerved

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

Pale leaves
Lying in heaves
Crave for life
To relive and strife
Staring at branches
Which have shed
Now lying on earthbed
With covering fog
Like a wooden blog
Awaits for a miraculous touch
Bothering too much
Some one would take it back
To the branches and stick there

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

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

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

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

Pattern of words could not resolve my ache
They increase my sense of power but with brake
Fragmented phrases appear fake
They leap out from my tongue like cake
Woven in the brain's loom
Resulting in fine tapestry they boom
Torment emptiness of vocabulary in my mind zoom
And expression tries to groom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rain comes alive
With muddy patch to survive
It connects me to its tune
And my senses become immune
It sways
Goes out of ways
Rustles and roars
Wets land surface but never bores
Falls in torments
Making the sprouts ferment

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

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

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

Buds sing good numbers
Plants sway in bumpers
In the eye's interior
Cadence of love rest
And enjoy desire
As it travels in the veins
With moments of stress invain
Passion's Pilgrimage tries to see
Dunes of sandy emotions
And plea the recollection not to disturb.

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

I watch scenes from the rim of memory
As cobwebs of thoughts imprison my past gallery
Crisp shadows dance on the wall
And drizzle of silence fall
Augary of days hang upside down
Night falls in the town

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

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

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

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

Like holy inscriptions
Without any descriptions
Nor any prescription
Just your signature
Respectfully mature
Like a valuable scripture
I had preserved
Kept it reserved
To show it to my grand children
A symbol of pattern
But to day it has turned in to ashes
With my heart developing rashes
As the soiled torn little pouch got burnt
Long preserved scroll increased my grunt

Kissing the bounds of love
Searching for it from heart and above
Missing the mounds of affection
Which once lasted whole in perfection
Suddenly losing the clutch
I  keep bothering much
Mind since then is quite alert
Finding the heart becoming a sad desert
Trying to find  a shade under a tree

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

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

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

Behind the trunk of the mango tree
Farmer breaths the fresh air free
The farmer vigilantly guards the rice field
Waits for good yield
His wife collects dry roti for him
He munches holding the aluminum plate in the rim
The scare crow leans against the haystack
With its torn off hat and crack
The cool water flows from the well
Farmer rests upon the green grass to dwell
He hums a folk tune
Hard toil he is immuned

Correction of expression
Scrapped lips dip in aggression
Where the tongue slips
It often falters and sips
Saliva to prevents from regression
Dehydrated words sprout
With narrow doubts
Sad collaboration of sentences
Unfinished refrences
Fall far  apart
Leaving the conversation to depart
All preambles to absurd ends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

She leaves to catch the first train to work
With hurried pack of makeup on the cheek
The day is spent through sieve of eyes
Eyeballs oscillating with movements
With lots of tensions
Stale coffee invites on the kitchen top
Loose button of top suddenly falls
Dried toast in the lunch box teases
Takes minutes to sew the button
And leave0ł

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

Jams, jelly and marmalade
She deliberately made
Sweet sour pickles with awesome taste
Made with spices in haste
I relished without sharing
Ate substantially daring
Mom made delicacies
And stored in plenty with efficacy
The cream floating on the hot milk
Langoured in taste with looks of silk
All lost with mom's last
Lingers just the taste still
And ever remain it will

Bubbles of waves
Appear so naive
Shells of different sizes
Just mesmerizes
Fresh Pearls with enamel shine
Weeds white so divine
Bellowing savage sea
Calling with glee
Sun setting behind
Meeting the sand stand
Sparrow's special note
And the single boat