Amazing: I defeated my fear to get defeat.......

One spoon of real smiles for parents
Can make their meals sweet forever

He can change

A stone

Into a gem

A wooden table
Stacked in a corner;
One leg broken,
Smoothness blurred!
Insects perch
And nibble the dust!
None comes
Save the table cloth,
So torn, so shabby!

Always give your hand to your neighbour
For you are also a neighbour for him!

Loss
Of a given opportunity
Is the death of a cherished dream

take
a piece of knowledge in your palm
you will surely feel its heavy wieght!

You can't enjoy the rain
If you don't like the clouds

Some are confetti
And some yellow leaves;
Which will fall for me?
Oh! I don't have choice
While I wait, only wait!

An old man I saw
On his shoulders carrying
A 70 years old poverty
His hands were drooping
And swinging like a thin twig
Like a toddler he was walking
Then I heard him say
"I have faded away like a rose
For we have to eclipse like a golden sun
But poverty is still strong like a hill
It will sleep beside me only
It is my tail; it is my tail.

Mother! I do know you are the only one
Who gets my umbrella under the burning sun.

I know you are always beside me
Whenever the waves throw me deep in the sea.

My sobs, my sighs and my numberless tears
Only your heart understands and bears.

The spiritual lamp you lit for me to see the way
That leads to the Almighty any day.

Mother! You are virtue; your paradise.
I must adore you if I am truely wise.

I
Always
Take care of my most valuable things:
parents and grandparents.

Each.                                                              
       soul
              takes
                      birth
                             with
                                    an
.                                     answer
.                                              to
.                                                 mystery
.                                                      of
                                                       life
.                                                         but
.                                                                 we
.                                                                       forget
.                                                                                this
.                                                                                       in
.                                                                 charms of the beautiful world

If
Ezra Pound was the source of imagism
How can I lag far behind
As the first Indian imagist poet

Every
Individual
Has
Something to offer to mankind;
He must be groomed with this purpose and this thinking be developed  in his mind!

Blu shower
Sunshine sieving
Patches of grey cotton flying
They fall or not
Keep your bowl down

Hospitality
Is a rite
And only
A devotee
Can follow
It throughout his life

Artist
Makes his own face in the moon

And disappears leaving stars
For the people

Are the words meant to carve
On them the filthy mind
Or the pent-up wrath?
Then fling them over
Our loved one, so close!

They are fragrant flowers.
They are precious diamonds.
They are holy scriptures.
They the soul of our confab.

Only unhealthy brains
Turn out to be sculptors.
Words are worthwhile.
They are what they are for.

I joyously sing this song;
You too participate with fervour;
And don't obligate others,
But encourages them.
Relationship is in exile,
While Mobile on the throne.
I'm not passing the buck;
I'm in league with those
who banished him.
Is subject so ruthless
Instead of the king?
How much honest honour
We do of the new prince
That we're ready
to prostrate before him.
He is debauched,
still our beloved.
He has knifed us
and our progeny,
And we love him
for his sainthood.
Be wary of his treachery
Or we'll be left
stranded on the sin.
I've sung my song;
Play yours in public.
Relationship is in exile;
He must be brought back

Melancholy tapped at the door
While happiness was having a chat with me
And  the hot  coffee was steaming to the lips!

Blanket away, I unlocked the latch
And was terrified to see him
As he was standing
With my beloved in coffin!

I let him come in
And he put her on my bed
Where happiness was already wallowing!

Under the yoke i was
Loudly i cried and groaned
My pain flew away
Like a straw on water
This is the place
Where everyone gazes at you
With ears deaf

Universal law of chaos is our wicked deeds

There
Are thousands of ways
To feel better
In touch difficult times

But we fail
To explore the easiest one
That is:

Keep doing finer
Correcting the blunders.

If love for God is worth drinking for its divine  intoxication
Poetry is worth loving for its immortal delight

Daffodils
Are
Not
So
Tall
Still
They
Are
The
Source of delight and happiness for people!

They bob up
The little angels
Out of blue windows!

In the din of night's rumpus
They keep their cool
And their amiable smiles invite us!

If
You change yourself
You are
Going to help mankind a lot

The child

                Would never know

The meaning of dropping in the bed

              So early,

                                    Blanket of darkness over,

And lights put of door,
And father says,

He is lost! Time for us to get lost!

     The lips lock lips,

And the clicking
  
                               He hears,

But can't see

          The flames

Or he would be called
      
      .              Infiltrator, unknowingly.

Kissing is not a sin,
         But

                                 A crime

Under the nose of an innocent child

Who has to lose his freedom

                  Of counting stars in the roof...

Along with good manners
Inculcate confidence and spirit in your children!

If
Tou
Qurarrel
For no reason
You are losing your peace of mind without getting anything in exchange

Those
Who
Learn from their mistakes
Are those who become the great achievers

Those who tear away erasers can not respect any one.

A zooming vehicle on concrete,
The old man still on his bench at stand,
While the young holds the steering!
The villas, malls and resorts
It passes by
And not once move by
The green park or blue splashes
Though on the way they come,
It takes a quick turn!

Sufferings didn't push me back,
They pushed me ahead, and they, to me, I believe,
Give us enough strength to fight the difficult times!

Sorry!  I plucked your mangoes
So reddish, so juicy, so sweetest

You had much waited for them
since departure of long winter

And wanted to taste them yourself
And along with your loved ones

Sorry!  I gulped them all by myself
So reddish, so juicy, so sweetest

Democracy means the rout of despotism!
In the twenty first century it is loosing its roots!

Like a corpse
Lying in the weeds
She was there
In the lap of nature;
The naked twig
On an old oak!

Live as if you are happy
Struggle as if you have nothing

Merciful person
has no chance of being poor in goodness

There is no sweet moment
Like coming back home after disaster on a foreign soil
And get the warm hug of parents

Hark!  The rain dances on the floor.
The breeze penetrates my door.
The happy birds are on wing.
A sweet melody they sing.
They chant a far-land heart within me.
It echoes and will do across the sea.
She will come flying in the blue heaven,
White-clad and will go in hues woven.
Her feelings she will shower
And i will bloom for her forever.

Whatever you try to achieve
Is both achievable and unachievable
It is upto you
To take both as the easiest destination
And go there on the wheel of strong determination

In the oceanic dark shadows
          Flies the constellation of glowworms

Boldness
Is the sharp knife
That pierces into danger-like-situation
And you are out and  huge round of applause around