Give me loaf, give me water
When there is summer in my life
Give them also when they need
Charity is returned from the sky

Stand and go, but don't wait
Run and chase and then relish your dream

Thy rosy lips are winning
Kiss me once more
To soothe my melancholy

Some enrich their lives by hording money;
Some enrich their souls by virtues,
And this is the difference between the wise and the fool!

A child said to a plant,
"I want you to grow."

The plant replied,
"I want you to bear fruits."

Poet never thinks of anything in return;
Imagination is everything he gets in his life!

True peace of mind
Lies in the work done wih honesty

Yes
Peer into
A fast fading rose
And its pruned petals

When it is almost over, it is another beginning of your golden period...

Support your own ideas
Others are having pins in their eyes

You
Are
My
Poem

Give me permision to read you

Peep into your heart
Now it's a dark tunnel
Where none can tread
Or sit for a moment
To calmly engage
In conversation with you
The moss of aloneness
Has thickened on its walls
And it's stinking
You're not lonely
Thousands of things
And thousands of people
Wait to welcome you
And offer their company
To live along with you
For you're special
In your own way
Come out of it
If you feel unable
Think of the flock
In the green fields
And the jolly birds
Flying in proximity
Nothing is alone
In this world
Except for
Your negative thoughts
Which chain your joys.

Yellow leaves
are on the paper
in a pattern of couplet,
forget them,
forget the end of spring,
open the new page,
snowflakes are in free verse,
chill rhymes in a new manner,
and life is a new poem.

There
Is no evil anywhere;
We create it and find difficult to do away with it then!

If you dont have dreams  dig them out
life needs them to be real life

When
The Teacher smiles
The whole class shines

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.

Spiritual life
Is a shrunk,
Wrinkled
And stumbling
Old man,
Wandering around
In quest for
A permanent
Shelter under
The marvel roof.

If you light upon
On the way to your destination
When winter is at the hieght of bloom
An orphan, a hollowed man or anyone
Offer him a blanket to **** his shivering
And if he burns, in summer, in the heavenly blaze
Open your umbrella over his bubbling head
And don't forget to water his choked throat

Hail to the guests
Kith and kin and all
As a fiancé is done at her home
Or a sibling, aloof for livelihood,
Makes a comeback after swan years

Speak softly and gently
And let the petals blow on your lips
And speak as the innocent does
Wear smile when the neighbour knocks
Though in the day or after evening fall
And of a bit of favour begs

My life is wrapped,
Said Honesty, in used papers
That roll off the table
Where they collect heavy rappers.

Solitary, at a white night,
As snowflakes were diving into hollow,
To her remote room I skittered!

Smoke went up stairs
And cigar was lying on pyres!

I moused in like a thief-cat into the kitchen!

In a silver platter
My wedding ring was sobbing
While on the fluffy pillow
Her deflated head wallowed!

On the wall
I inked--GOOD NIGHT!

There was a man

He would wear
mask in the sun
He would raise
An umbrella
Above his head
In the rain

On his tomb
Was written

Humiliation is death

It is never too late to make your dreams reality
Pendulam srikes hard it is always true
But it can't curb the flight of your dreams
So have dreams sleep in dreams wake in dreams
And walk in dreams to be the achievers

in the humble showers
of the gibbous moon,
on the marble floor,
the white-feathers cat
tarries her sojourn
in the kitchen.
she can scoot there,
the door is open and
the milk is hanging from
the branches upto her height.
no, her innocrnce chains her legs
to go through the music anytime.
in her life, she has learnt
the moonlight is always snow
as it never mingles with darkness.

Beauty is the weaning movements of the young moon,
beauty is the dying embers of the burning sun,
beauty is the going back of the white-feathers clouds,
beauty is the farewell of the rain in the sky,
beauty is the fall of the yellow leaves,
beauty is the drooping of the flowers,
beauty is everything that smiles,
beauty lies in you and me too,
if we respect it,
if we care it,
if we love it,
if we are sympathetic towards its lost lustre.

The greatness
Of a coach is to raise the morale of his team after debacle!

Give thanks if someone
Smiles to see you!

Give thanks if your parents
Scoff at your mischievousness!

Give thanks if your friend
Takes you to a mosque!

Give thanks if an elderly
Holds you in esteem!

Give thanks to those
Who consider your goodness

In a time of self centered life
And none is trusted to be yours!

Give thanks for it's our heritage
And thank God for its existence

As Giving thanks is a sharing of love
That is need of mankind!

The dear
Couldn't leap
Over the joyous stream!
The lion
Was in ambush!
Youth
Can't fly
Like blooming swans
Over the dancing ripples!
It is the dove
Among the tomcats
In our times!

Curiosity gives birth to efforts...........

The moon smiled
Like the baby to see the doll.

The silver boys
Circled her intentionally.

Beautiful. Full of splendor.
Blue was blue.

She called me from inside.
Eager to drink wine from her lips,
I turned to her,
Leaving them alone to have a chance.
Glass was filled, offered.
Empty, empty.
I heard a sound, soft touch.
They came to thank me, I thought.
Clouds had prevented, I peeped out,
The rains fingers caressed my cheeks.
Blushed, I drew and to be honest
Asked her for one more drought.
And outside,
She kept sending me invitation.

On the roads, light bright,
Modern girl, skimpy clad, sells
Her heart unfairly.

I am alive but in the cage
Mouth gagged, pinions chained
Life is here only darkness
No sun, no moon, no star bright

I wish i were the fleecy clouds
To fly and soar over the seas,
Mountains and wonderful vallies
Or the breeze to blow and sail away
And sing my own song everywhere

My eyes
Are my legs
To mosque
They carry me

They are my hands
That thorns elide

Thousands precious
Gifts upon me
God has bestowed
But eyes are diamonds
They are the most precious

Chain yourself to target
Or slippery is too deep

Midnight was in bloom.
The lamp in my room spilled shadows.
With its soft fingers the chill kept pushing me
Under the blanket. It was doing its own work.
On the table my character on papers was undressed.
As I sipped some droughts of self-served coffee,
And mused on the wish list inked on memory,
Outside, the funeral bells jingled and crept in.
In a jiffy I stuck out of window, the chill prohibited.
On such a time of celebration of the New year, death?
Puzzled me. Feelings of insecurity covered me.
The 2015 was being carried by time into space.
Something sparkled in the moonlight. Very incandescent.
I gazed. Some words in golden hue were written.
WORK IS THE NOBLEST THING.
THE SPECIAL THING TO BE CROWNED,
TO BE HONOURED, TO BE TASTED
AGAIN AND AGAIN THOUGH SOMETIMES
SALTY OR SOUR OR A VERY HARD NUT.
HUMAN GLORY LIES IN WORKING.
HAPPINESS HINGES ON IT.

A puny crow, swimming in malice,
to see a beautiful swan in the moon-lit orchard,
took flight to the clouds, marching in the sky,
and pleaded for a white dress.
they, jolted and befuddled at its wish, said,
"O babe! Innocent and naive to life,
we are not the heavenly power for bliss
nor assume any form to have an upper hand;
we are only mist that, at His behest,
fetches remedy for wounds of nature
and necessities of humans."
the crow, with a negative thought,
changed the course to the snow.
for some couples of minutes it flew
and reached the hill
where he was soundly sleeping.
with its beak, exited and full of passion,
pricked him and began:
" O snow, blessed and contented,
you deck out the mountains and fields;
this, a little bird, beseech you to cover it
till his last dance on the tree.
a sparkling smile beamed on his face,
and he, in a sombre tone, replied,
" O my friend! I melt little by little to nothingness!
Do you want me on your skin that is like ours?
Listen! Life is a serious tale,
entangled in plots of fate,
and we have to bow,
and this is worship of the Almighty.
you, man and me are the clouds
that are unreal but full of splendour."
the crow, unable to chew the puzzle,
and incapable to take the proper decision,
dived into the deep valley.

O pool!
How tranquilly thou sleep
Like the coal canopy
And the fishless aquarium!

Do you get up
Like the dead leaf on the lawn
Tickled by the playing wind
Or like the mirror
When someone combs his braid?

How sweetly thou smile
To see the sky early beaming!
How comfy life thou live!
How free of arrows-filled quiver!

Don't thou feel ennui?
O pool, how solitary!

On my glass
The white-feathers shadows screen,
A zeal-inflated life zoom in blue,
A dream!
An arrow out of a quay!

Like cattle
they trod on air sparked by Phoebus!
The passionate youths on a journey
To notch up a sum!

Dreams are theme of life
They do know
And know the message of dawn!

O my companions! My mentors
As you sail to your harbour
My voice says to me;

"Ope thy wings
Weather is salubrious  
Till the  Last glow gleams within!

Time is not yours,
Make it and soar and soar!"

Have you ever seen
Depression in dark robes?

Have you spoken to him
When he is straddling in solitude?

Have ever asked him about
His pessimistic views and cool aggression?

Do it now ere it's too late
And he comes out blandishing

His sharp dagger
And you fall prey!

You cannot bring back the moment you lost uselessly
But you can repair it to avoid losing a new moment again

Surprised to see
A massive hive
Hanging from a parapret,
The crow said to the lizard,
"Have looked at thier home
Where sweetness blooms in full?"
Nodding its head,
said the lizard,
"Dedication is a golden key
That unlocks the golden door
Of golden happiness."

Never allow impatience to get into you
It will clip away your confidence

If
You
Can't give even a single loaf to the poor,
Give him at least a smiile and no harsh word!

They are here
They are there
I am not anywhere

On injustice i bleed
Who will take out this thorn?

The moon showers her grace
As we together drink our passion
We should rise and go
It will shine till our feelings die

Love your talent
This is
more romantic
more passionate
more fruitful