I understand your job.
Your time is precious.
You are a worldly man.

But
Know this,
You are my only world.

I am waiting for you,
With your thoughts in my mind.

#poetry
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Only a #Dog lover can understand,
the feelings of their pet #Dogs

For me ....,
Sometimes, she is a woman.
Sometimes, she is a girl.
Sometimes, she is my angel.
Sometimes, she is my mother.
Sometimes, she is my sister.
Sometimes, she is my ***** friend.
But, she is always my torch bearer.

I am suffocated
breathless
obstructed.

Abuses and lies
spread everywhere

I find no space to travel

I need a resurgence

I find you both
living in Peace
in this turbulence

Can't you make a
Gentle hug, and a soft kiss.

Wind in stress
Grieved at me and to my wife.

Love's logic is
very simple.

It is blind,
unconditional.

Live in stupidity,
and practice Foolishness.

No one can understand
It’s meaning,
except the two involved in love.

Either it is full of words,
or
filled with empty silence.

It’s explicit or mysterious

The most wonderful impulse is Love.

Every person does not know,
How to love a dog.

But every dog knows,
How to love a person.

( Susi my Companion)

Dear mother,
I came into being,
because of you.

I have faith in your love
hold me..
Lead me into this world..

You are my source of strength,
You will nurture my dreams,
I know,
you will bring the best out of me.

Dear mother,
I will be indebted to you forever.

My spirit of freedom
prevents me from following the herd.

I may be alone or
may be with few.

I will wage a fierce battle,
I don’t hesitate to risk my life.

Yes.

But,
the wise and brave,
always remains with the truth.

Ripened leaf
lost its hold
withered
in the stream.

It’s journey begins,
to an unknown destination.
-
The mother Tree
stood speechless in sorrow !

No one knows
the depth of a mother’s pain.

Mother Nature is not kind

Good night my love

Let my serenade
under the moonbeam
assert our genuine love

Summer is over
Autumn heralds

We will sit
under the maple tree

Playing with the foliage
of yellowish orange, and plan our future

His name is Brute.

But he is loving and loyal.

a stray dog.
with a Gifted instinct.
to find a friend in me.

to wag his tail and
love me for a cuddle daily.

He has no expectations,
Other than my unconditional love towards him.

Space,time and cause,
drag you to, surprise destinations.

Sense and reason,
belie your logical expectations

Your intelligence is futile

Your wealth
may be useless, in need

Despite your penury
you may receive a royal recognition

That’s called destiny in disguise

Don’t think
I’m alone.

I live with the
numerous thoughts.

Don’t chide me
for my audacity.

I'm here
with a hidden
treasure of secrets,
by those,
who shared their
Joy and sorrow
sitting on my lap.

Come on friend,
I will give refuge to your thoughts too !

They beseech God of Fire to burn me
-
The hungry Fire consumes,
my dead flesh and futile bones,
with its leaping flames.
-
The titbits of bones and ashes,
literally the pieces of me, are immersed in river.
-
My physical body is fortunate.
My soul is loitering nowhere to go.

I ask for more and more things.
Whatever I get is not satisfying.

I get something, and need more of it.
if I get more of it, I want even more.
It’s burning inside me unquenched.

Endless desires,
they are they, everything.

I’m myself, Desire personified.

Phase of life
Series of happenings
Good and bad
Happy and sad
Funny and tragic
Development or disaster
-
Encounter the events
Like water on a lotus leaf
-
Exercise restraint
Over thy five senses
( body,mouth,nose,ear,and eyes)
You are thy master by taming the fate

O' Man,
We gave you
a Breath of life.

Made you
Able bodied.

Provided you with,
Five senses,
to do good to All

and to live in peace,
with fellow human beings.

O’ Man
Please grant us this boon.

For this act of kindness,
We will be grateful to you forever.

My special feelings,
always haunts me.

No one to part with,
as they may not like it.

To whom,
I may share,

Burden of my thoughts,
suffocate my heart.

Found the best alternate,
Jotted down my feelings.

I wrote them.
I read them again and again.

It’s ever living.
Only for me.

When I fold the diary,
I conceal my hidden thoughts.

Have not seen her before.
May not see her again.

she is living in my thoughts,
for long ... nay,  for ever.

Remember that
split second smile at me.

She looked at me deeply,
devoured me into her heart.

She is an angel
My Portrait of Passion

Noise of my inner thoughts
abruptly ended my meditation

Effort to attain peace
ended up in vain

Sitting before the vast sea
on a star studded dark night
looking at the end of the sky

Solitude embraced me

I listened the
Hymns of the horizon ... the eerie silence.

While,
the common people,
Poor and downtrodden,
live honestly and law abiding,

Why
Corrupt politicians,
Criminals,
Black money holders,
Debt defaulters,
choosing to live,
without a sense of shame ?