You can make my sketch,
Someone can tell my story
In a thrilling way,
I might receive thousands of
Praises and sympathies,

But my dream only I know
And only I hear the voice of my heart

It's not in our hands
To change the direction of the clock
But it is in our control
Not to go against its movement

Sleeping on the bed
We slip into another land

Nothing picks us
When the evacuation is done

Happily, we rise up
And sip and sip and sip tea
Till the voice slips out, "so tasty"

A new sunrise,
A new sky,
A new brreze,
A new noon,
A new evening,
A new star

The work of charming us passes by
Our sad songs evaporate too

We weave the same story
We wait for the new year again

Thirteen December,
Genial, left its snow in the
palms of January.

Even dark sides have
Bright light, serving to our needs;
Negative helpful.

Between four soldiers
Flag stands safe; the mughals
Too, protects India.

Behind the green-net
It slids on water like a kid
With no fear- falling.

The city spreads out
Smog and this fine umbrella
Keeps burning fire off.

It's not the snow waiting for winter
to get an invitation to visit the world

Nor the rain walking on the back of clouds
To shower and help everyone

Love the air
Blowing, blowing, blowing.

Never grow oversmart
When your voice is to be heard,
Your request is to be respected,
And you expect a burst of excitement
At the fulfilment of your wish.

Simplicity is the dress of the humble,
And the humble is highly honored.

Love is nectar
That is spooned away
By the softest lips,
Still it is there
For other butterflies.
Love is the sea,
Always bubbling.

It makes everyone
King of their thoughts
For a half minute,
One moment
Or a few seconds,
And this crown
Is theirs
And doesn't deprive them
Of their rapture

Snowy parapret
Sunset sits and moves away
I cup to hold dribs

Litter swims freely
Men cower and dare to dive
Mute is the Ganga

Every day
Is beautiful

Don't mistake them for red chillies
For you have to take them

And you know they are inevitable

When you compare persons
You lose your value.

Trust the words, not the person
For he is prone to oscillation.

The dwelling,
In a cluster sprawled around,
Near the sea,
I say on the waist of the sea,
Is riding on a humongous ball
And trying to run on it
With elbow grease.
Like a suddenly applied brake
To save a blind crossing the road,
It throw us down
With its tsunami-hands.
What is left
After it is calm
Is human weakness and vulnerability.

The most precious
and stupendous thing
that is left
after the annihilation by natural disasters
is the greatest efforts by humans.

It's no winter
For my guest cat that visits
The kitchen like a
Boy playing hide and seek and
Other games in summer...

I'm not one being;
Two more live in and I steer
My deeds at their choice,
But I care it's
Right or Wrong that's my friend.

Everything is grisly:
Homes paper boats, natty things
Nasty and stinking
******* while the sea runs on
best and vulnerable beings.

Christmas is not a day
It's the joys
Blowing out of every tree

Everything belongs to everyone.
If today pain comes to you,
Welcome it cordially
As if it were a guest
For it has to go to someone else
The other day...

The moon mirrors him,
Sleeping on the pavement, and
The chill makes him coil.

The wide bed of snow,
On it the moon rests soundly;
I crave for but can't....

What a flower speaks
             Let your tongue utter that

The language of nature is love

Full moon at window;
My parrot goes out quickly
To welcome the day........

The moon is crescent
Not its beauty; God's gallery
Is astonishing....

The crow knows the beauty of a dove,
Still it sings beauty of its own song....

It's the sweetest happiness
That befalls a writer
When his idea gets a gentleman
And speaks to the world
On his behalf.

Writing is a beautiful letter
addressed to mankind,
With an invitation:

Give us your valuable time
And we would discuss how to spread love in the world.

As far I have observed
Words are as wonderful as blooms
When they are positively used

Good people are those
                Who consider others good too

I loved her
As if she were a wave
Flowing naturally

Fog wins over the sun
Not through force but majority

You
Need to love love
For you need it
To lead a happy life

The death of one talent
Is the laguishment
of a beautiful society

**** off
Contempt
For everything
You don't like
From your heart

Love feels suffocation
Due to its smoke

Adverse circumstances
Are the chilly wind;
It will blow
If it has to do.

Put on your coat and walk
Like a composed man

In December none
Is so crystal as the moon
When fog is in bed.

A noble deed
Can bloom anywhere
Be it on the hill,
Amid rocks,
In mucky land
Or between stones.

It has its own distinct beauty
And receives love from the heaven
And mortal eyes.

From silver boughs
Snow slipped on my lips

It tasted Christmas

I made it my hangout.

The path of hate
Is too narrow
That two persons together
Can't pass through that.

How long
Can you walk alone?

Zap away
The the heat
from your tongue.

The soul
Feels its pinch
Though it goes unheeded.

Lust? No issue. Go
For it but with I-would-
Chip-in-bury-hate.

None except God could
paint the moon on the face of
water as it is.