Stooped with injustice,
He walks with a hope, wobbling;
Fog stays for not long.

A kind word to him;
The old enjoys a sound sleep;
Obligation on.

Love isn't a gala
Or a much-waited weekend
To celebrate it with fanfare.

It's the merry movements
Of the zippy fish
And the flair-stitched footfalls
Of the sun and the moon
Who set out in all seasons.

Last night, she dispatched
A message on the screen :

Tomorrow we're going to Walia;
It's our first Valentine Day;
I love you.

Quickly, I retorted:

I'm different, so is my love
We'd, as asual, walk in the park
And sing our songs.

It's far better
To sit in the sun
To know the value
Of the shade
And how to bear it
When there's no moonlight

You aren't capable
Of changing
everyone's nature
But you are able
To inspire them
By making
Your own
Sweeter.

Hollow mind,
Though the longest,
Not lame,
But deadly lifeless,
Only stands
And watch the world
Walk on its feet.

When
the invitations
Stop
Coming from
someone
It's clear
You're not
The same person now
And that's why
You start
Blaming them too

Everyone loves someone
Everyone hates someone
You can't blame anyone
Either for love or hate

The strongest person is
Who bears the heat of
Failures and sufferings

Don't put your ideas in a cage;
They'll never see the rising sun
And sing sweet notes for you

I'm as soft as a flower
If you wear me on your hair
I'm as hard as a stone
If you walk on me

Possibilty
Is a bidden guest
Who adds salt to our smiles

It's nightingale
That flutes spine-tingling songs
To **** our weariness away

It's a winsome bride
Who calls forth our hope
To weave a wonderful waterfall

Suddenly,
Like the dawn,
I'd rise
And shine
Through fields,
Hills and dark caves,
And in the end
Glow like the golden eve.

Before you say
It's over
You must realise
You're defeating to yourself
And after the defeat
There's no chance to win

A thousand abusive words
Will never affect so much
Than a deceit........

The space
For others
Erorrs
And living
In that
Is
What makes
House
A beautiful place

Relations
Are bursting out

At the people-pins on Facebook

Sorrows
Have much to inspire us
But we look other way

A drab moment full of silence,
Offering introspection
Is more valuable than
A thrilling moment
Full of fun
Offering zero

How fascinating
To see the scarfy moon and
Its smiles shooting us

Kindness
isn't a new invention
Nor something staggering
Discovered from
the deep bed of the sea
Or on any planet;
It's the earth
Holding roots
Since its own birth
And letting them grow
In the open space,
And if the devil
Dismemberes them,
It again infuses life in them

Time to take you out
From the stable
Where you are going berserk,
Trampling on my peace;
You're wonderful
Until you were a lamb
When I'd sheltered you
Because I was a kid
That time

Chocolate-sharing
Isn't honey

It's a beautiful smile for each other

If
You delight in hate
It means
You're not capable
of delighting in love

Don't have obsession with money;
It gallops sound sleep.

Kindness is magical;
It restores the mingled relations.

Simplicity
    Is more beautiful
            Than a celebrity
Sharper
     Than accomplishments-effects
Long lasting
      Than the trends

Water within me
Is boiling upon thy fire
Pour it ere it cools

My body is frayed
Since you
Have touched
Another woman

Your regret
Will mend it
But
It would look a sack

You've eaten
Its beauty, shape

Still
Don't forget
I'm a woman
Stronger than a hill

After you leave me
I do smell blooms in the space
You were in, glowing

Rose Day upon the heart,
Nimbuses drawn together,
A steep descent
of the crisp water,
The wind breaking the flow,
Fish at feast,
Almonds in desserts

Many moods
In one evening-palm
Of February

Steaming pakode in,
Outside the snow slips; sooner
Moments are rhythmic...

The rain running
At the tin roof; the pigeons
Fear end-of-freedom.

The smell
Of the falling rain
Is more fragrant
Than the aroma of
'Happy Rose Day'

Get out of
The door of words

And dance in the rain
Along with me.

I confine my Pains to the dungion
And start working to find Happiness.

It's one's fear
Of losing honour
That could stop one from commiting sins

It's the age of selfishness.
Then what to do?

Indulge in it
Without ignoring others

Your heart
Is a gem
Keep it away from hate
It will stain it

My love
Isn't a letter
Addressed to you
In my solitude;

My love
Isn't the clouds
That everyone knows
Bear water;

My love
Isn't the kite
That flies
In a crystal way;

It's the treasure
Of the sea
That's hidden
From the common eye

Until the simplicity is the sharp spear
It cannot survive amongst modern trends

The oak tree stands strong and tall,
But it's the daffodil that charms us

For a brief moment of beauty
Is more beautiful than a dull long span.

The purpose of poetry
Is to shape up
The thoughts of man

The fallen flowers
Would never stand
On their feet

And their aroma
Go like the bubbles
On the surface,

But my love
Is the words-skin
Of the body
Of a poem
Sculpted
For
Thee!

I would have to reach Fate
To take my share from him
For, I know, he is very unwilling
To give us our due

The person
Who hates you
Is that one
Who has no love for himself

Everyone is struggling
To find Happiness

The address is:

Stop, Complaining, Of, What, You, Have

When
One stops doing good things

An invisible ghost
visits his mind on a regular basis