Metaphor
Is a sparkling Kohinoor that make the poem so beautiful and heavy!

If
He had asked me
My last wish
I woul have said
One more kiss

Don't touch me
                               I am fire
                          Don't tame me
                            I am tigress
                      Don't fight with me
                          I am warrior
                          Don't **** me
                            I am death
                          Don't gag me
               I am the voice of the world

Is
A
Holy
River
In
Which
You
Have
To
Dive
Into
When
Life
Gets
Dry,
And
Moisture
Is
Lost!

Those who renounce faith in God commit suicide!

I left the door open
And stepped outside in the veranda
My quiet eyes caught the images
Of the people in stampede
Then I heard someone say
Life is a grey and yellow leaf
In stormy weather
I went inside
No one was there
Only me and my voice within

Poet
Is
A
Surgeon. He operates on different themes.

Everywhere
Talent is waiting to be shone, to be honoured

There is afternoon in our mind
And Dreams wake up when the light is gone.

In its lap darknes
Folds me; stars gleam but very far,
my soul they elude.

It
Is
Always
a great feeling to support the rising voice of the poor

Death is a misspelt word
Rub it
Erase it
Life without errors be
You are in the lawn
Blossoms of liveliness
So odorous
Death is fetid
Don't leave the grass
Pluck it
Throw in the dust
In winter
Stand out
Don't think of snow
Death will fall
If it is the will of heaven
Sport raincoat
Brush it off

Attitude
If
Used negatively becomes the ****
If used
Positively becomes the petunias

When others stop wishing you,
Think about your behaviour!

At lamp,
When the world
Slides into peace,
On family I muse.

On a white sheet
An image ink stamps.

The trunk binds all branches
And all twigs hold leaves.
They bear summer
And pains of autumn.
Spring falls in their laps.
This, I hope,
Will be discussed in parliament
And go into effect soon.
No conservative man
Or any cleric will take arms
To tarnish this portrait.
Harmony is their strength,
Sharing their remedy.
I wish to be one of them,
Serving humanity.

Idiom is beautiful topaz
Shining in a rosary of words...........

In our each pocket they clank.
Some are new, some old, no blank.

They bring joys and sweet things
To the displeased and cheerful childs.

No ego they entertain though live with gold.
At once dive into any bowl of bronze or mud.

Alas! A little care is for their being.
On the street they sleep and spring.

Peace and harmony
                          we we will plant
               And seed justice and all rights
                    the harvest all will reap
                 Like the sunlight all rejoice

                   Let our these promises be
            In our hands to hold the country

Phoebus
has fallen asleep
In its chamber.

The moon
Is too old to travel more.

O my heart!
Drink the moments
And don't count
The leaves,
Falling in the yard.

Backbiting
adds to the flames of violence

Don't give me roses.    
                  Don't give me objects.
     Don't caress me.
     Don't kiss me.
                             make me drink
                             a single globule of fidelity.
         Yes.
               My life is complete.

Still,
I will rise.
Night can't stay long.

Still,
I will blow.
Creatures can't survive without air.

Still,
I will flow.
Water is life everywhere.

Still,
I will get my dues.
Heaven is just in its judgement.

A single line of rats,
Running and then hiding
Behind the pile up of bricks!
The children cry out ' snake';
The elders run for the sticks
And women peep through doors!

Can you become the unbroken staff
For the old men to walk with?

Can you become the rain
For the droughty hearts of the orphans?

Can you become the morsel
For thousands to satiate their hunger?

Can you become the cemented roof
For the downtroddens for their sound sleep?

Can you become kind and humble enough
For all men, birds and beasts?

Can you become the reason for smile
Blooming on the face of mankind?

You can be; you must be.
You are born for on this earth.

Their daughter wanted to be a rose
For those whose mothers had slept
So early in their beds for repose,
And with sobs they had much wept.

Teenager she was and didn't know
Thorns also exhaale here, everywhere.
And oft the stormy winds blow
To pierce from all sides, not rare.

So, under the dark grey sky
To tend them she left her door.
"Blessed i am." Thought she
And thanked the Almighty for.

On her noble way she was so alone;
No soul was around in this crowded city.
Behind the thicked her chastity is gone.
Alas! She lost it forever in a world so free.

Don't expect so much from the day!
Sometimes it's dusky
But always pray
For the better!

If
I were
Immortal
I would desire to become a sympathiser

Knowledge
Is the most valuable assest.
You can increase it anytime
Sometimes without investing even a single coin. You are never going to lose it if you give it to mankind.

I dared to unlock
The door of fear.

When it is locked
It is more than
a mysterious cave,
And Lighting a candle
Of courage is like
Meeting a Spanish bull
That runs like a cyclone,
And people feel themselves
Just the chairs in the stands
And in between and around.

The Yellow
Dressed  deflated balloons
Like the homeless kites
On the ground skim
They say something
Like tale less lizard
And words suppressed
Have to die within
In my yard
They are on the bed
No attendant no nurse no doctor
And I watch their silence
Bubbling on their pursed lips
No umbrella out of house
Though the situation so sultry
And no raincoat
Though the train lashes
Life is sweeter in family
In harmony singing
Smiles giving
Sorrows sharing

We
Always expect from others
can't we give surprise to our neighbours by bieng first to settle differences with them

If you don't love a floating cloud
That makes the sky a great painting
If you don't love the showers
That fall to embellish nature
If you don't love the dense web of trees
That build the roof for your rest
If you don't love the fragrant blossoms
That present world of beauty
If you don't love the white queen
That gleans with sparkling stars
If you don't love the bird
That sings the sweetest note for your delight
If you don't love the mountains
That stand tall and claim God's majesty
If you don't love the beggar
That cups his hands for his belly
If you don't love the orphan
That sighs in solitude all the day and night
If you don't love the wounded pegion
That entangled in your wire over the roof
If you don't love your parents
That groan at your each sob
And love you more than anyone in the world
You can ever love no creature.

Success is the ladder
That leads to the purple heaven

First rung is the goal
Second the firm determination

Third rung is confidence
Fourth is serious effort

Fifth is the kindling hope
And last one is yourself, a shining star

I never wished to invite prose to my house
For it  always wears shabby dresses.

If
You
Can't spend nothing for mankind, Do motivate

Attitude
             Is
                A  ***** hanky if you wipe out your face with it negatively.

Those
Who prefer abusive words
Are those who desire to **** their own honour

In the dead of night
He will drop in
Spirit lost
A whiff of cough
Solitude on face
And in mind she works
The crutches
When house is dilapidated
All grandsons encompasses him
Soon on the table
A glass of milk
And of juice of pomegranate
She will say
Do you feel any pain
I will smudge balm
And another one
Take this shawl
Then a little bit of humour
To lighten his pensive mood
To make feel good at home.

Children!
Lotus chases its dream in filth!

Children!
Slipping into ditch is natural on this earth!

You need courage to come out again to walk,
And walking is indispensable
For life is **** in stagnated water!

An old man rolls and
Sands fly over his thin head,
And busses zip too!

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

Argument creates bubbles
Discussion finds the smooth surface

Snow fell like frills
And the walls were flanked!

Outside blew coolness
And flew the shivering from the ground,
But no freezing caught me the full night!

Thy words about coming soon
Burnt in my room and its fire
Was out of control with the running hands!

Being alone is having one eye.

I see her beauty
In the waning moon.

I had seen her prime days
In the vanishing dews.

Things are the bubbling bubbles.

Why should I have ego
To stand on this dusty land?

Will it take me to God
Or the gate of heaven?

My God! Inculcate in my children's mind
The sensibility to know

The difference between flowers
And thorns.

Positive  attitude is an abstract noun called moonlight

Drink knowledge deep and deep
till wisdom grows and its boughs keep
the fruits that are ripe and much sweet,
and gets strong the bridge under your feet,
you will walk at ease and obstacles no more
and make way towards the pinnacle's core
where you will gleam and shine
and happiness will be yours not mine.

Opportunity is so simple everyone can create it......