Thousands ways are to change the world,

But kindness
Evinced for people is the best.

I wandered to and fro,
Seeking moon-love,
In people, for me,
My people, very immidiate,
Others, with various faces,
But no true love,
I have found in anyone anywhere.
Then I looked at the stars,
And they reminded me
Of my guilt
Of not seeking thy love,
Shinning through them.
O God,
Stud a star in my life,
Forgiving me...........

Don't doubt my love,
It's the depth
Of the sea
Of a mother,
Flowing up and down,
But has the flow,
And is forever.

Upon the bough of a bride birch
Perched two doves, their lips pursed
The leaves rustled, they made no lurch.

Glistened the golden glow, rolled their eyes
To break the ice his desirous palm he crept
And hers she withdrew but he liked the rise

Let's go back the evening is widely sable
Anon, the night will open up its massive jaw
And the devils will petrol and we're feeble

Squeal, mumbled she, adultery so heinous,
Irrimissble, frown-fetcher, and then I'd muse
If again living with you forever isn't outrageous

I admit, I bow, I seek your fervour-forgiveness
He stood up, cried and closerly inched to her
followed she, but moved on with unfriendliness

The confession carried out with much remorse
Won her heart, humble, and hugged each other
And flew to nest optimistic of no further woes

If
I celebrate Valentine Day,
My love is doubtful.....

Errors don't create fear;
They're the motivators
That infuse in us a new feeling of
Trying again with improvements.

O beloved,
Valentine Day,
Has no meaning for me.

I love thee each moment
I live with you, without you.

A single minute spent on analysing one's life daily
Is thousand times better than the whole day spent on dealing with the others affairs

Don't ignore the flower
Appreciate its kind nature

When we praise a great virtue
We automatically absorb its beauty

Fall
In love

With God

Death will be a humble invitation

Teach your children,
O parents,
Spiritual sciences
To let their souls get electrified.

Honey memories
are flyspeck chandeliers,
Gleaming in the mutable azure.

When we're under the shade of sadness,
They shimmer,
And we walk again, joyous like a child
That finds its mother after being lost somewhere.

They are the wheels
on which our minutes move on,
And we sit on them as nonchalant as the pelicans on seats of the ambling animals.

You say forget me
As if you were an advertent-neighbour-passenger,
Giving me little share
Of your jewellery-moments,
And then alighting at the next junction, going into clouds.

Is it easier to let the macaws-perching-on-the-palms time slip from the mind?

And you say
Forget me like a fickle child to its objects.

You were the person
I'd dreamed of since coming into age
And yearned for tying the knot with forever.

My Love,
Forgetting you is like chopping my forefinger myself!

And you don't know
Those memories are not sparkles;
They are you eating next to me,
Sleeping in my arms,
Sipping coffee beside me hand in hand,
Sauntering with your head down my shoulder.

How can I forget you? And you say forget me.

Each layer is a stony road.
To cross them,
Eyes have to suffer.

Without suffering, nothing is sweeter.

Onion contains gates of success.

The snow blowing fast;
The still huddle of penguins;
Union-survival

Yourself
Is the only creature

That gives you hundred percent loyal help to your any cause.

When the temperature is minus fifty,
Penguins huddle to survive.

What a great story for us.

It's not the wings of the bird
That help it
To go through the thick fog
To reach its nest

It's its strong determination.

The monolithic sculpture of Liberty
Is dumb.

The caravan of birds swim on the air,
Over it.

Its since-birth slumber has no spattering,
Oh, never.

You cannot name it a brilliant brain,
A scientist.

It's monumental, but the tongueless,
I'll-starred.

O man, why don't you speak to him,
Your brother.

No, you aren't a dummy in the showcase,
Beautiful.

Speaking stitches frayed hearts, minds,
Cut off.

Speaking gives us sheen in the nights,
Very dark.

Speaking serves joys to our relations,
With love.

Speaking fills the souls in the mummies,
Though old.

I'm, too, Indian.

Religion isn't my skin, caste,

register.

I grow with branches,
Exhaling in the air,

Inhaling.

You too blow in it.

In your sky, I sparkle;
In the pond I don't sprout.


My minarets are massive,
Historical,

Your assest.

I'm too Indian.

I recite the national song
In the file of every citizen.

Lynching cannot divest me
Of my last bed in its land.

I'm too Indian.

Nothing new is essential to survive;
Man doesn't die at his wish.

Poetry
Is fire
in winter's snowy evening;

Stoke it
And keep the house warm

I always missed something,
But there was no answer.

Today, after meeting you,
I realised

It was your absence.

Only one thing

Is real;

That's being conscious

Of the purpose of life.

Lie
In the lawn of

silence;

Its music is sweeter
and more soothing

Than the music of love-words;

Feel it, absorb it, be it,

And create new music of yours.

In my temptuos mind,
Always comes a pause
Fetched by the same wind.

The nimbus brings drizzle,
If not, at least the shade.

Nothing is in the ring;
Everything is on the wheel.

I have calmness too.

I have travelled many lands known, unknown;
One thing always smiling was love for me

Any plan we make
                 Doesn't pan out
Until we execute it at the right time.

It's only you
Who would take you further,
Helping you jump over the stones

Love
Is the only herb
To cure people of mind and heart diseases

The ship moves on to harbour,
At the mercy of the waves;

It's a persuit of goals,
At the current of passion.

In the air, joys drift
You cannot catch them, only feel.........

The opportunity
             to talk to poetry is love for it....

Sorrows
Don't befall one

Until he is on course of his goal.......

Every minute is a high time
       To dare to run to chase the

"Unbelievable"

At
Your
First step

A great future awaits
                         to be bubbling up

The action of sympathy
Is at the window of your mind

         And it be opened for ventilation

We notice the wavering
                on the face of the sea;
There is something deep, unnoticed.

O Love,
come out of that depth,


Rippling over me.

At each door,
Someone is waiting for someone,
To hug a moment of love,
Prisoned in their ego........

Sadness is the leaf;
It has to grow
Before happiness ripens.

Patiently watch the growth of leaves
Until the fruit are young enough to live their moments.

Divorce isn't the shelter
                   from the scorching love
     Nor the cool water
Away from the heat of the house.

Psychology of the two.

Bare feet
from the mire
to prickly concrete.

A broken man,

         A deep well, No water.

A candle, flickering.

Apology

Is the currency

To buy

The lost respect.

Before giving your words to anyone,

On the lips of flowers,
Put them.

When you pick them up,
They will be dowsing in nectar,

And no one has contempt for it,

And everyone wishes to get a gift.

Who has seen the hate?
Neither I nor you;
But when a vicious deed is done,
On the face it's very blue.

Who has seen the hate?
Neither you nor I;
But when an abusive word is spoken,
It's there in the eye

Difficult times
are contact numbers.
Either save them or not
depends upon you.

But you might
remember them when needed

What is the life of a moment, the flower?
What is the depth a mother's love, the ocean?

Every bird
Carries its song

Everywhere

Volatile moments
never obstruct it

In my voice
I carry thy name

In the air