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

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

The sea places the sleeping sun in the sky
Prevents birds from their fly
Sleepy sun in the evening
Likes to retire and sing
With the idea of snoring deep
Rests and relaxes to sleep
But occasionally peeps
Sneaks away at night
Lays  straight
Next day again sea makes sun to wake
Near its blue depth to for its sake

A wind rises in the tree's branches
Breeze blows and whispers in trenches
Lonely nights are spent without speeches
Unbroken clouds burst in patches
Long sudden walks through elephant grass pierce with ranches
After feeling secluded conscious waits for latches

A sparrow perching on the leaved bough in a flash of seconds flew
Traversed all around with chirping mood blue
It was not at all hurt by sorrow or glee
It just collected twigs and wastes, flying free
It was neither engrossed in any strife
It did not bother about the survival of life
It twittered and glittered and picked the grains scattered

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

Standing on the terrace
I look at the fence
I  observe a crow
With less glow
Sitting on the electrical line
I take a sip of wine
I Watch the hills
Little far from the grill
Men look like dotted
Just microscopic spotted
Air is chilled
I feel cooled
Bazar looks tiny
But small lamps are shiny
Monkeys cling on each other
Roads with hairpin bends just bother
They look like zigzag snakes
Time passes with eating corn flakes
Immortal shades move vibrantly
And I relax instantly

Feet buried on sand
Legs drenched in sands's strand
To quench thirst
Throat chokes first
My search for water
And its bower
Slowly becomes fast
Camel moving majestically vast
Dusty storm moving in high speed past
Makes my mind surrounded with a new task

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

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

This is still a home
Fixed under the dome
Where skins of comforts
And efforts
Are spun with care
At our gentle stare
Tactless drone of habits
Goes sometimes off beat
Clocks ring every hour still
Home gives a bliss sill

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

That was a stormy day
My conscious died
Thoughts just dried
Breath choked
Stealth invoked
Mind captive and shriveled.
Circuit calm motion rivaled
Forlorn identity was hanged
Untrod path banged
Existence turned in enigma
Found myself in stigma

Over ****** stretches of water
Under the perennial shower
Strange geese as if fly
Making one look at the sky
Their tenderness creating friendship
As if they breath softly even in hardship
A heart beat of their hooves
Felt in the sands

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

Clouds appear to be brightening
Golden light of sun appears sinking
Blue deep sea just keep swelling
Pale purple evening melting
Stars are seen in the day light twinkling
Lamps of posts keep smarting
Moon with her beams smiling
Through the clouds peeping
And sky seems to be overwhelming
With joy waiting
For rain drops pouring

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

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

The circus of life relates
To situations that inflate
joy and sorrow
Metaphysical attempts for better tomorrow
Drought of words try to express
Knotted calculus of discovering life's acrobates
Emotional Rain's fall on postulates
Time wasted on endless debates
Moments of life like clown's cognate
Situations inappropriate
Handling with lighter perspect

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

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 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

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

She stood alone in the park
As I observed her with eyes full of spark
Her red frock simply rocked
Licking a red lollipop
And a brisk quick hop
Made her fell on the grass
Near the plant with the moss
She did not scream
Took the dropped lollipop as if in dream
Again licked and smiled
Not bothering about its fall on the soil
And was not at all in turmoil
Felt happy as lollipop was finally finished

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

The rose blushed at her prime
With brilliant colors like chimes
Petals burst with poised beauty
Spreading fragrance as duty
Spring luxuriated its admiring gazes
Rose petal with curling edges
Were all ready to fall as whithered
As the chill breeze blowed
Rose was disappointed at her rim of petals

The setting of saffron sun
Inhaling gold, red and crimson with fun
Opening its red lips against clouds
That is thundering so loud
Flaping it's tongue in the blue sky
Where now birds retire from their fly
Trying to  hide behind the mountain
Creating a side to set's fountain

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 stormy night with thunder
Heavy lightening making me wonder
Power cut and darkness man-made blunder
Searching for a candle in all the corners
Dashing with the table's edge
Rubbing the bump with fingers and grudge
Rushing in darkness through  all the places in vain
Except the injuries I gain

The terrain
During visual rain
Revealing obstinacy of rocks
Steep climbs to mock
Treacheries of limping halt
Climbing hunchback jolt
Difficult deadly stretch
Bothering strenuous much
Perilous attempts to cross
Brooding and moving pause
Dangerous cross
Lowly particles and sand
Small Peaks and strand
Still compelled movements band
Felt better to stay on plains
With plenty of rains

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

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

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 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

This little flower
With crimson bower
Dew's shower
Bears in its *****
All colors awesome
Tinted dark
Specially to mark
Green leaves and amber
Thorns in its chamber
Pink, gold amethyst
Flower appears atheist
Like a pointed star
Stands apar

Old days of youth
Appears before vision
Now lost sunshine of  youth
Sets Plunges darkness in anticipation
Remembering brightness of youth
Heart cries with emotion

Clouds of old age gathers
Pattered dust's of sickness
Which flatters
Drops of gloom's rain wets
Hammering thunderstorm in the mind constantly bets

Those days when I relished candy floss
And for each petty matters gave a toss
Always kept a bet with the friend
Bribed till the end
When won felt secured
When lost insecured
Childhood memories strange
Often appear and enstrange
Playing with marbles
When cold invited gargles
Playing in puddles
Eating noodles
Those days have gone
Pleasant to remember bygone

The Footpaths and the dark subways
Signals coming across on the ways
Twirling maggots under street lights
Bulls and their fights
Godowns with mice and rats
Monuments with moving bats
Cinema posters with slogans and manifestos
Smiling mansions with asbestos
Barking dogs, agony of suffocated huts
Noise of horns, nightclubs with *****
Ferryghats with fishermen
Turmoil of sleeplessness

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

I see a Sparrow's nest
Artistic and best
With full of hays and twigs
Narrow space like wigs
A Sparrow falls down
I delicately handle its crown
I keep the Sparrow in the nest
It chirps and rests
And hang the nest back
See it does ot need a jack
Then see a small frog
In the sands lying like log
Brain floundering
Mind keep bouncing
Wants some enlightment
I roam  for entertainment
Crystal sand pierce my feet

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

Every time I use the three little words
I do not come forward
Because It means much more
Your existence that I adore
Cherishing the time spent together
Trying to explore your feelings
That keeps on my brain revealing
Reminding whether you too feel the same
Keeping me in guess, lips utter your name
Even your stupid acts attracts
And my emotions gets distract

Birds fly through
With fluttering wings to prove
Their mighty expedition
And proposition
But my solitude is in flood
The darkness of my blood
The salty taste of my tears
Flow in fear
Pain throbs in my lean veins

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

Time like an angry tiger
With its tail growing larger
Jumps like furious fire
Through heaps of pyre
Glistens without fear
Runs without being seen from rear
Stirs and like gushing near
Overwhelms situations
Calulates with insinuations

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

Tiny bee enjoys honey
Without spending money
Sitting on the soft petal
With the feeling of great ceremony
Gently sways with the flower
Identifying self power
Does not harm the flower
Carries the pollen
If it bites skin is swollen
But the bee drinks nature's beauty
Confirms it as duty
Enhances taste of human tongue by its property
Honey that it offers us in charity

Amidst half chopped vegetables
Standing little unstable
Holding a rag clenched in hands
Cleansing and cooking together
Adjusting my hair band altogether
Tucking my inspirations
Combining aspirations
Wasting convolutions of ideas
To type poems in the media
Hands searching keyboard
But forgetting keyword
Like clothes hanging loose in the cupboard
Grappling string of words hang in the Mind's black board
Net result appears on the website online
Something terrific and deadly streamlined