When the moon orange
And the trees put on ghost-clothes
Out of world moments

The hands of the truth
Are sharper than the fangs

Live with him for safety

When
You carry the truth
Holding its finger
Everywhere

You're the bravest of all.....

Being foolish
I wanted people to accept my every view
Being wise
I changed my views and they accepted them

I'd happiness had no wings
So that it wouldn't fly here and there

The rain is screaming aloud;
In the rumbling is lonely lost
The crying of the deer, cowed.

I cannot sip the char at window;
Behind the bushes is hobbling
The innocent with a severe blow

By the fangs of the hardy hunter;
Fortunately escaped, but maimed;
The death is only over that wire.

My fingers flutter; the cup shatters;
She's still seeking to stand on her hind legs;
Ah, her breaths are in more fetters.

I sink to the floor at her last falling;
Tragedy is their ever circling clock;
May her fawns, if born, live longer, smiling.

With sheer fear
Of losing you mounting

I've sculpted you in my poetry

The silver hair makes
The mountains old and to trees
The heap of cotton

I'm willing,
Gallant enough
To barrack
you-aren't-noble,
With the courage of a crow,
An ugly creature,
Still living its life at the fullest,
And explain to him
The concept of
Hating-the-poor-is-losing-human-face,
And if he doesn't get satisfaction,
I will be the strictest tutor
Dishing him corporal punishment.

An abusive word
Is the nature of the snow;

It falls heavily,
Covering every good thing
And numbs the mind.

Sufferings are the guests;
Treat them good hospitality;
They leave the house
Giving joys for us..

Like the moon
Under the veil of clouds

My happiness
hides under thy absence

Like the wind
Come and let it shine for my heart

Nothing
Is there
To boost
Your falling
Confidence
If you stop
Supporting
Your
Disturbed mind

Have we ever asked it
What it wants?

It's not blind nor deaf;
I'm dead sure.

But we are
when we use it.

He is a simple man,
With childish goodness.

But we cruelly use it
To **** thousands gruesomely.

It's not blind nor deaf,
But we are when we use it.

Engagement isn't the way to marriage.

Any calculation won't fetch scores.

Tie a rope to the tree;
Next morning Or after years
The latter won't bear any leaf.

We bind things for help for each other
From each side.

Engagement isn't similar.

It's to believe
Love has been sowed
And care needs to be taken of
Till it comes to life....

In the rain,
I like branches, drenched;

In the snow,
I like the fish, fried;

In summer,
I like the stream, splashing.

When you come to hug me
I like your gait;

If you come
I need no special dish of every season.

Spend your money
On making your relationships
Strongest and longest;

This is a unique deed
That shows
You're one of those
Who are curious
To make the earth a beautiful place.

The candle
Doesn't muse of its self;

It only knows
How to serve man.

O girl, come and see
My love is burning for you.

It's love
That binds flowers to butterflies,
Though the latter harm them.

Serve people
With dessert of love;

They won't ever forget your feast.

Waiting for joys to come?

Throw out sadness;
They want free space.

Don't wait for someone to love you;
Teach him how to love by loving him.

It's stiff competition
Amids people
To do better,
To get much praise,
To fill their coffers.

No criticism.
It's their nature,
Their heritage.

But the doors
Have nothing to prove,
To receive.

Honestly, sincerely,
They accomplish their work;

No disparity they make
Between the king and the pauper.

Like the courtiers
They welcome us,
And keep us safe
By standing
Like the commandos.

No applause, no respect still;
I'm sorry for their life.

Today,
I wish to honour them,
And set up this as a custom.

Kindly follow me
If you think it's a noble step
And have some feelings for them.

Once,
I put little jealousy
into my pocket;

My skin
started sheerly itching.

Then,
I smeared some petals
On the suffered part.

Today I feel fine.

Flute
Thy songs for God;

Joys
Will start pouring endlessly.

If you can't build flyovers
Do footbridges
Between you and others

Meeting each other makes life healthy

Love your pains
They make it easier
to achieve our dreams

At midnight, snappy,
A shadow, sable,
Appeared at the window;

Tapping, twisting,
Tapping, gazing,

Like a cobra it coiled
And vapoured

Like the steam
Over a cup of coffee.

Oh, it was my Fear,
In its body,
Of beating a cat.

It had sat in my mind
After I got to know

Prophet said:

"Don't hit the cat."

It was my Fear,
In its body,
Of beating a cat.

Each difficulty
          Is the gate to joys;

Enter it courageously.

Your criticism
                Fetches
Perfection in my work;

Kindly keep doing.

She mews
From the terrace

And mews and mews.

I know she has no blanket
Like those on the roads.

All sleep quiet soundly,

But she mews and mews
Like those on the roads,

And gets nothing for comfort.

Pleasure is treasured in the woods;
Oh, we're captive to our livelihoods.

The melodies of birds pour delight
And leaves bring forth music, light.

No zipping wheels pollutes the air
Nor any cacophony pinch ears there.

Ego only watches how wonderfully
All sorts of being do live in harmony.

The Lie keeps hiding to save its head
For the Truth reigns; it feels the dread.

Sharing is common since love is green;
All pine for imbibing it and is no spleen.

My branches are my arms
And all leaves my children;
Do you burn up your farms
Where your family is driven

To live a happy life as mine?;
Know and think it profoundly
Ere you saw me and my wine
Oozes and you elude it quickly.

Are you cannibal to eat all?
Are you aliens fully unaware
Of the earth and its deep call
To uphold peace and share

Whatever it yields to everyone
To make their life so beautiful,
Smile, rejoice, and have lot fun
And always give and take plentiful

Don't miss this opportunity;
Turn up, but thirsty, hungry,

And sit and wait till you get
Whichever poem in the plate

I offer myself to you to eat
And it'll be as sweet as a treat.

Don't leave the seat after one;
The next poem will be given

In a new flavour, new colour
And to gobble it you'll be eager;

"Wow! How sumptuous," you'll say,
We've fallen for them; we're much gay".

With the passing away of one truth,
Thousands of lies delight in pride
Of cruising it with us, less the ruth,
And we then suffer from each side.

There is a brimming cup of rapture
When the blooms bow for buterflies;
There is a cup for me, too, the sucker
If you let me kiss thy lips of sweeties

The light that we need is here
In the passing of a day silently;
We squander it with our sloth,
Craving for putting on joys, cloth,
And it rolls by minus our work, best,
And we cry we haven't got the harvest

The sound of the fall of a leaf
Complaints of nothing in its brief
Moment in which its all dreams
Die like the snow from the streams
When the sun hammers down it
And I do learn to get it my habit

That evening after they returned
The pal of uncertainty loomed over
And fetched the mood of fear;
Then thy pic in the cell
Bloomed
Asking
Me
To
Start
Loving you forever.

I pocket darkness of my life
In a frame
And
Pin out the samllet stars from it then
To remind myself:

The nature of the storm is like that of mine;
It goes angry soon, but is cool always.

Republic means
Everyone be free
to seek the truth,
Find it,
accept it
and proclaim it,
With no hindrance
of the averse winds.

Passion is the soul of a dream

The night doesn't do worry
If the silvery stars shine;
The bad deeds always flee
If the good ones are mine!

O my child, when I'm dead
And you weep at my grave,
He'll listen to your heart, sad,
Sitting in the breezy wave.

O my child, when I'm dead
And you're all the way lone,
He'll embrace you, dark clad,
With Lights that are shone.

O my child, when I'm dead
And if I'm not to care of you,
He'll build silky-leaved shade
For your snug breath in blue.

O my child, when I'm dead
And the fire keeps burning,
His angels will be overhead
And douse the flames, flying.

O my child, when I'm dead
And the guns go on the arrows,
They'll resile them and bloodshed
Will fade and do no more woes.

A light touch of kindness
Is heavier than the weight
Of thousands of thousands

Everyone walks with his shadow;
I lug my past, heavy with sorrow.
I know it doesn't stop our walking;
So past is identical causing no tumbling.

I'd stitch up apparels of Give and Take;
Exhibit to those who don't such make!

At get togethers, I'd sport them certainly
And invite their reviews, fairly or unfairly;

Thoroughly teach them the art of seewing,
If anyone grasps mine to wear, bespeaking.

Soon, they'd get it must be the hottest habit
Of stitching such clothes to put on to live fit!

Under the shade of motherhood
Life is the movements of a lamb

Happiness of the family
Lies in the smiles of father
He spills among them