If,
Do not love me
O little girl.

My life is a baloon
Flying in the air of pins.

Do not love me.

What if I burst out?
Can you inflate me again?

Do not love me
O innocent girl.

Outside, on windowpanes
the passionate crows
tap their beaks
till their hope is exhausted,
a lonely figure,
in the glass, materialises,
and they, lost in its greatness,
daily wait and think
it will open its wings to see them.
who will tell them
shadows are beautiful rainbows
but never they can wear an image that
will smudge their covert wounds, bleeding.

Don't hang on the balloon
Keep to the thread it is tied to

Days and night Are falling into a deep ditch
Where they cry or laugh Nobody ever knows!

Only our soul groans
As the body keeps melting under time's heat!

I am 26! I must be in a festive mood
As you expect same from me on this memorable day!

Who thinks about my skin
Sinking and shrinking to a great degree?

Will colourful presents and chocolates
Do work of bandage and ointment?

Is this my special birthday?
No! Only melancholic!

Joys are never sweet
When we suffer from much fever!

Through
                each
                         verse
                                   flows
                                             aestheticism

O Love,
I don't want you
Like the headlines in the newspapers!

Come to me
Like the drifting snow in December,
And like butterflies on blushing flowers!

Sing to me
The delight of nightingales
Or the joys of couple of dancing doves!

Fly away
If you intend
To drink me the morbid music of owls!

I do beseech thee, O Love,
See through the taste of my *****
For you have to stay here in harmony!

Perseverance
Is
The
Proper
Arrangement
Of
Bricks
To
Make
A
High
Tower!

What are thy lips

Choclate
Choclate

The farmer lies
On glowing embers of drought;
His family carries debts on their shoulders!

Time
Is
The
Speaker
And we must be perfect listener to execute whatever it asks for...

Why is the sky so dark tonight?
Are the stars on picnic on another planet
And the moon is stil in bed so late?

Why should I wait for them at the door
Or will glowworms fly with their lamp?
Will it be enough for me to come out of swamp?

I would rather get in for sound sleep
And have a long wonderful dream.
Then there I will drink from joys' stream.

When the hopes
Are dead with the pallid leaves
And autumn hits on the back of mind
And eyes roll to find the remedy
For life needs some light to breathe
God sends spring, the survivor
Then white shawl It stretches out
And spills showers to cure paralyse
A new  birth on earth life takes
Where breeze plays on swinging strings
And raindrops dance on our floors

Be the star
But grow like a tree

Teaching is carving on wood.

Being simple
Is better than being smart with no honor

Correct yourself
No one looks into a broken mirror

Determination combined with passion
Is the trumpet card to achieve any goal

You
Are not
On
The bed but
I
Kiss you in the pillow

The bees buzz
They never speak!

Where
Is peace today
Don't you struggle to find it
It lies in going to the house of the Almighty

If the young one advises you
Listen to him
If the old one advises you
Follow him

Honey memories
are flyspeck chandeliers,
Gleaming in the mutable azure.

When we're under the shade of sadness,
They shimmer,
And we walk again, joyous like a child
That finds its mother after being lost somewhere.

They are the wheels
on which our minutes move on,
And we sit on them as nonchalant as the pelicans on seats of the ambling animals.

You say forget me
As if you were an advertent-neighbour-passenger,
Giving me little share
Of your jewellery-moments,
And then alighting at the next junction, going into clouds.

Is it easier to let the macaws-perching-on-the-palms time slip from the mind?

And you say
Forget me like a fickle child to its objects.

You were the person
I'd dreamed of since coming into age
And yearned for tying the knot with forever.

My Love,
Forgetting you is like chopping my forefinger myself!

And you don't know
Those memories are not sparkles;
They are you eating next to me,
Sleeping in my arms,
Sipping coffee beside me hand in hand,
Sauntering with your head down my shoulder.

How can I forget you? And you say forget me.

O white bird!
Why dost thou spread thy wings,
So vast, over the ground, over the hill,
And fill the earth with thy heaviness-feelings?

O white bird!
Why dost thou descend from the sky
And make our land thy branches?
Is not thither any tree for any fly?

Fold thy wings
O white bird! Shivering and numbness hither linger,
Take a long flight and let us warm our life,
That has been in fridge frozen by thy weather!

Without caring your own parents
How can you expect the care from your children?

Place a rat
On a spring bell.
She will be cynosure
For the visitors.
They wil click their cameras
To catch the charming moments,
But before they do
She will. Leap out,
Leaving the sound echoing.
No plot,
No event,
No story,
No theme,
For no character!

He raced deep into the woods;
Braved the growling and thundering;
Hammered the oaks down for the fire;
And spoke to the moon in their presence!

I am eligible for being a good human...And this belief keeps me in touch with mankind....

Goodness is the path
Where angels walk.under heavenly shade!

Yesterday being closed
Take the key of tomorrow from today

My joys have taken flight
Like a butterfly to other sight.
They come again and  again
Only like the bubbles in the rain.

Switch on words,
the synchronous vibrations reverberate,
and delight-filled notes play
or gaze at the landscape of verses
eyes freeze the sceney,
splendid and sublime.
enter the poem for pious recitation
and sermons fall into ears,
open the pages,
the moon is full and blossoms smile.

Speaking less is not the solution
Speaking with the truth is the final sum

One single smile is a match
That might lit thousands of joys.

Being great is good
Being a champion with goodness is beautiful

Epigraph:

Life is a wonderful waterfall
If no stone is slung
to manacles its smooth flow!


My granny
carries her basket
Brimming with
big bloated balloons
To the other side of the street
Scuttling through
the screeching-scare
She knows calmness and
choice of deeds
is what is required
To reach there intact!
Yesterday in the young sun
One currency
From her pocket
Fell on her shoes
In this process and she,
with no heed to that,
moved on,
For she'd gone through,
TAKING SELFIES IS NOT WRONG,
IT IS THE CHOSEN PLACES
THAT MAKE THEM SO DANGEROUS!
Looking at such a pic
Of Dulhan, skilled in craft,
Obliged me
To deliver a short sermon
About this seeping disease!

Obsession for selfies,
On the edge of a parapet,
Holding a pole
like a dangling electrician,
Running, like a spiderman or Krish,
With the speeding train,
Stumbling on the sloping slabs
In the boiling sea,
Is being pigeon
To close the eyes before a cat!
High time to come to senses
Not to go up the top floor
To jump for amusement!
Life is not an iron brick
It is the skin of a paper!

In a forest,
A lonely fawn
Said to the moon,
"what is mother?"
The moon replied,
"mother is blue sky,
Mother is my light."
He went to the sea
And said to it,
"what is mother?"
The sea replied,
"mother is my depth,
Mother is my water."
He turned to a flower
And said to it,
"what is mother?"
The flower replied,
"mother is clouds,
Mother is rain."
Then he moved to the tree
And said to it,
"what is mother?"
The tree replied,
"mother is the song of a nightingale,
Mother is my branches."
The fawn burst into weeping
And sat under the tree.
There was a small bird
Perched on its one twig.
She spoke,
"My dear!
Mother is that precious diamond
That cant be found anywhere if you lost it!"

Gentle behavior is nectar that attracts bees

Realise
Your mustakes
And
Admit them to be praised.

Your character is your pride, your treasury,
Time to keep it safe from devil's slavery!

Mohammad Ali
Was not a superhuman

He polished his talent
And enjoyed that level

Being kind in the present scenario
Is a dauntless task to overcome the most dangerous

Sorrow: Unfold your identity.
Laughter: Only balm to heal bruises you abrade on humanity.

If dreams had grown themselves,
There would have been no need of the farmers for harvest!

If you are doubtful of your success
You are really suspicious of your talent

Calamity is the new platform to prove your worth....

This is only good behaviour
That keeps you in contact with every person in society
And they desire for friendship!