Everyone reacts to whatever they get, Unsolicited.

You need to be calm.

Wisdom doesn't sparkle
It flows and creeps into veins

Difficult times
Might pin your face,
Scratch your skins
Hinder the way of your dreams

Remember,
They don't know
Where your hope live
And patience sits

If they know
Remember
Both are locked in
And the key is in your hand

Sounds are unbidden guests,
Some have invitations

I Keep or don't keep ears doors open
They enter themselves

If I offer them any seats to linger,
It's my choice

But I want my ears to be honest

The child
Is a typewriter
Whatever we speak
It types for itself to follow

Whenever you begin

                     It's the best time

Achievement isn't time bound

You believe in the belief of your walking

Walking is the rising sun
You are the burning sun

A poem doesn't bloom
only in the woods,
At the fire,
In her memory.

It does in meeting with a teacher too.

That blew in the garden of Bijnor.

Two shoulders, then yoke.
Two shoulders, now ropes.

Four shoulders, then yokes.
Four shoulders, now yokes.

A few moments with a teacher

Is more than a book of philosophy


They're the ladders to scale achievement

Some moments
Spent with a special teacher
In a special evening
Aren't actually spent
But transformed into emiralds
That sparkle in the sky of mind

Evening fetches gloom,
But the special evening with a special teacher
Brings the colours
That paint the amazing moments in the gallery of mind....

No alphabet

Grudges against 'I'.

No other book

Is available to change ourselves.

Marriage is the gate.

That has two doors.

Open this.
Open that.

Both open into a spacious happiness.

Death is such a delightful thing

The person who receives it
Never shares it with anyone

Falling things receive our likes, dislikes.
Ask the fielder his feelings
to pouch the ball.
The shattered cup tells the mood.
This morning something fell.
An wrapped present.
First snowfall for the lovers.
Everyone cheered.
This morning a different case.
No justification.

Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

Muscular, sturdy.

Once it runs, runs.

None cannot stop it.

Leave it

At the feet of the hill.

Find it on the zenith.

Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

I was a stronger.

A few yards away.

They were constructing the wall.

Oh, it collapsed like cards.

They buried, crying.

I joined the rescuers

Some still breathing, some mute.

Closer to the wall,

I was their brother.

Our dreams are always big
But the complexity of our circumstances compress them

If
You're desirous of reading a man

Open his page
When he is silent

Our strength
Increases not by receiving love

            But by giving it

Thousands have died
Thousands are dying

There is dearth of love

Love is water
Water is love

I smiled
To meet a depressed man

His mood changed
The whole family changed

If you're brave

Show it by loving people

No taste

In treating you badly

Because my anger keeps me disturbed

This way I like people
This way they like me

We're on the right axis
The wind follows us

I share your sorrows, I give you my joys

The rest is the choice

The easiest way to get rid of hate

Wash it
Boil it
Peel it
Crush it
Mesh it

Now your choice taste it or throw it

I don't promise I will meet you tomorrow
For I cannot promise to myself I will meet to myself

Imagination

       Is the colour-aroma of rose-literature

The idea

That at least I could change myself

Is actually not an idea

It's a great enterprise

Business of selling happiness free
Is so magnetic it might bring clouds in summer

Try it

He caught a bird
Close him in a dark dungeon

I went there

His legs were chained
His hands were chained

Hair were the mould of dust
The beard was the oldest jaundice

For months he hadn't bathed

To see me
Tears rolled down his hollowed cheeks
To the floor

Something he murmured
Something his sighs galloped

As I turned my back
I heard the longest cry

Let me go
Let me go

Afternoons are sour creams in the spoons of June

Listen

Your every word is a jelly fish
Strolling in the moonlight

I believe
You won't want me to eat out of spoons

Dig out
Plough well
Sow seeds of happiness

Everyone is hungry
Some are starving

I'd a narrow escape

Everyone

Is carrying a huge bag to fill it with

Dollars

On the high way

I'm walking on the footpath

With a sip of happiness

My assets

She is a blue cup
On a white tray
Honey is to the brim
My lips not pursed
To sip and sip and sip

Everything is somehow snoozefest
I'm happy I've imagination
That drops on pages

Dare if you're intrepid
And undress the poem
In the broad daylight
In the crowd
Thrash it with lashes
Of sharp-pins leather
Sit and watch
How much it groans
And struggle to escape
prostrate at your feet
To let it go
And reach its home
Nothing will happen
As you're thinking, laughing
It will pass through
Like an American president
After addressing people
And you will be flabbergasted
At its greatness

Hold some dust in your palm
And know the reality of life

Under water,
We believe our capacity to come out,
Every problem is a deep dive
Trust your ability to get through

You cannot take out diamonds from the well
You cannot draw out bright-coming-days from the past

You do or don't help
Owing to discrimination

The rain always falls

Every droplet
Is an ingraved message
on the wall of the world

Emptiness
Is a spider

It makes its homes
In every corner

No matter
how wonderful
Is the mind

Some space
Be occupied by
Love-for-mankind

The black skin
Is more valuable and beautiful
Because the Moon has made it his home

From the word go
Your responsibility starts
To think of your own today
As in it is hidden the tomorrow of your choice

A prayer isn't a fish, floating,
Swimming, sweating, surviving

in the sea.

It's not the parrot, parroting, pleasing others,

But within a boundary.

Yes. It's the breeze, wind, storm,
Blowing everywhere, affecting everyone.

You will not born again
You will not descend on a planet
If you have such thoughts
You are waiting for the frog to fly
If you don't have you're not great too
If you are doing your best
To make each moment count
You're special, very special

Sorry! I cannot talk to you this hour
I have to go to my Love, the book.
You will envy her I believe
But I don't care because I don't indulge in adultery

You're a perfect novel
Don't be depressed
If people don't like your chapters
You're genre of God's literature
It's enough for your delight and happiness

Loneliness
Is a chair in the woods
The space stretches far and wide
Like a kid on a rope
You're afraid to sit on it