Trees staring up at the sky and down towards the earth stand majestically
Patiently pondering and rustling Magnificently
Winds cooperate whistling and dancing joyfully
Least worried about the Seasonal change they giggle openly
After shedding the old leaves, they rejoice welcoming the new leaves merrily
When their leaves turn yellow, immediately they put on new fresh green attire elegantly

Tunnels seeping under the river's belly
Cave in and around slowly like jelly
Appear often as silly
Girders built lose, their tensions
Like old dentures in attention
Underneath rattles passing over of train
Lengthen illusions in the rain
Buildings elongate land filled
It takes its time to get drilled
Always has a will to take its own time to settle

Is there a time slot
Or some definite plot
To rule our thoughts
Cartoon hours or prime time
Peak viewing worth a dime
Great leaders would not come
Out of TV sets
Keeping us engaged in our bets
Blurred images fighting
Sudden interruptions frustrating
Colors changing
Figures suddenly hanging

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

Ugly memories
Absurd reveries
Clumsy happenings
Untidy evenings
Uncherished coincidences
Drifting Incidences
Go buzzing evidences
Engulfed instances
Cloudy substances
Float like clouds

Ugly memories clumsily cover the present
Absurd happenings of the past appear quite indecent
Mind with its un cherished desires innocent
Combined with heart's coincidences ascent
Soul caught within the turmoil is in cresent

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

My thoughts


My thoughts go wild
As I try to yeild
Before nature
As it appears mature
And makes me secure
The sun, moon and stars give me company
And join me in my ceremony
On all occasions
In all my creations

Last week hired a taxi
Sat comfortably in a ****
Carried all eatables and water
Destination was a fort to reach faster
The cab geared with speed
The bad roads troubled indeed
The hairpin bends and steep
Made me tiresome and to think deep
Still managed to proceed on the trip
The hotel booked was super
Resting in the room was finer
Then left to see the fort
It was really steep to port
Climbing was tiresome
Amneties were zero and gruesome
Came back disappointed

Voices behind calls me
When plunged in darkness
Keep inviting me
Speaks volumes of mystery
Creating history
The green pool of clouds
Away from my forgotten homes
Doors of it remains closed
Voices tumbles down
And the voices whispers

Waking up with sunrise
Watching the parrot sounding wise
Humid air carrying fragrance
Of red rose and their deliverance
Fresh coffee and its first  sip
Like a lisping child with fingers dipped
In cream and the face adorning it looking funny
My morning dreams taste yummy

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

I wander from forest to forest
In search of God attempting the best
I do not find him even in the hill's echoes
Nor in the greenery of meadows
Not even in the flowers and thorns
Not even in nature's morn
I lie down with my limbs turned and twisted
But do not find my God entrusted
Spend sleepless nights, Restless days odd
Will I ever find God?

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

We are not here merely to play
And act just funny and gay
Or just to dream
Or merely to scream
Or to drift apart
Our life has more preoccupations in its chart
To prevent this world from evil
Merely not blaming the devil
We have to stand up
Fight for the right
Making others alert and cheering them up
In the wrong matters to question
Not to faint but to correct with assertion

Between earth and sky
Where animals survive and birds fly
Between hunger and thirst
Lies a single bread piece and bottle of coke just
I sit on one side, you on the other
Our eyes catchup in hunger
We stare at the single slice in anger

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

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

Sometimes it's a big question
What should I choose as option
Nature is too vast
Memories to me do not much last
Imagination is rather fast
Language turns as obstacle
Wait patiently for some miracle
So should I write or not
Or remain silent apart
Like Hamlet proposes to be or not to be
I must remain calm as to be

When yellow leaves hang
Upon the boughs bang
Shake in the cold
With feelings untold
Trying to watch twilight
As sun fades with delight
Black night wants to arrive
Leaves whither wishing to survive
Green leaves when alive glow with fire
Nurture and nourish themselves by air
Yellow leaves await their death
Losing their greenery's mirth

Why left alone can not understand
Memories clinging to mind just stand
None to share my thoughts
That are wrestling in the brain to wrought
Silence prevails, darkness trails
Mind set up upset frails
Left alone by the tyranny of time
In the old age at the verge of prime

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

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

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

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

Swelling ocean of life of youth gradually subsides by the raise of age
Highlights of the trips of youth still redeem that stage
Etching memories and the eternal bondings get disappeared
Solitude and sympathy only remains in the old age's  shore's vicinity discovered
Ironically tides of youthful spirits end up in ebbing
Resistance stops preventing bounds of control over aging

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

World of merriment
With narrow agreement
Attained from sentiments
Of our achievements
With its melody foretells
Icy cool peaceful nights
Stars that sprinkle straight
Crystalline delight twinkles
Tintinnabulation sprinkles
Happiness and harmony bloats
Success sounds great and floats

Standing at the corner
Without any partber
On this mortal world
Trying to be bold
Observing time's flow
Which now and then loses its glow
My words want to leave their traces
In all the places
Whenever emotions rise like tide
Feelings burst like crackers but try to hide
World swirls and brings out
Sharp words
As that always remains and is remembered

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

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

My dreams keep searching you in the constellation of stars
And my closed eyes keep travelling very far
Heart gets disheartening, scratching the days spent together
Standing in front of the rising waves, just memories I gather
Tranquility of sea sand keeps invigorating my otherwise last spirit
I feel like getting drowned to the ephemeral limits
With the trembling limbs my mind travels to the sky

Once more having the last coffee cup together
A written letter peeping through its cover
Now of no use though lay without discover
I had wanted to express in person
Things went without mention
When my hand was in yours
Words were never expressed with cheers
Our eyes stopped suddenly meeting
Lips stoppedchatting
The piece of paper
Lay curled in a corner
Later our relationship
Turned in to fresh wound
Talks became just barren

Nursing your silences
Although with some elegance
I feel a longing to hear your voice
My empty ear Craves for the noise
Like the lonely moon I wander
And my secluded mind ponders
My nerves ache at your muteness
And voice chokes with sullen Ness
Like Curfewed bells nothing rings
Your silence just stings
My heart feels like the single tree
Standing without wind free
Break your silence

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