After being mature
I have learnt one thing
Virtues are the best diet for my soul

Strong will
Is the best quality boost
That keeps you running to score a winning goal!

Cry
Where the mud
***** the profound tears
Let the bedroom be a garden
Where smiles bloom in ecstasy

He was in a plastic box:

No water. Nothing solid.
Only his breathe blowing to emerge

Out of the jaw of a crocodile
And was groaning under its thorny teeth!

Walls
Walls
Walls around you
Doors are bolted
How will you enter
Create a chisel of brotherhood
Dent holes to make windows
So you can see and
You can speak to mysterious people

Have you seen?
How softly and slowly snow slides
on the massive mushroom mountains!

Have you seen?
How big beautiful balloons
beautify the splendid scene in the air!

Have you seen?
How reddish round bells ring
to wake up the weary walkers!

Have you seen?
How purple parrots prune pink apples
dangling from the drab and dusty boughs!

if not,
have a glipmse of me!
I am there to satisfy your senses!

Doubt
It may rain without clouds,
Doubt
You can have good harvest without ploughing the field,
But never doubt your conscience may betray you!

Know to yourself
Before time leaves you alone
And others call you fool

Two voices
within a man
Angel speaks of good
And that leads to heaven
Devil speaks of evil
And that leads to hell

For him
Rise and fall both are
And between them
He stumbles
His wisdom crippled

It is dearth
Of religious education

If you want to keep yourself alive

Keep your dreams alive

When two persons debate
Good ideas flow out for the betterment of society

Great Fear of lynching
He crept to pipe, but water
Flushed him out to them

Wait for the sunrise,
Be ready for the fog,
Have patience to pass the night

Snow
snow
snow
snow
snow on her golden hair
snow on her palms
snow on her crimson lips
snow on her blushing cheeks
snow
snow
snow
snow
white beauty in a cup
I would drink to the brim

Great man
Can't hold him back for long
Without doing something great for mankind.
He is quick to fire his imagination for the people.

" What is shame?" Said she.
             No voice returned but for her own.
              She jumped into the sea to search            
                                for her lost chastity.

What is neighborhood?

Is this a wilderness
Awash with litters, fluffy and stony?
Is this a tea stall
That stinks so bad everytime?
Is this a garden
With **** and shriveled branches?
Is this a garage
To visit for only vehicles?  
Is this a store
To pile up unused things?
No.  I do contradict!
This is a tourist site
To be visited for its beauty!
This is a library
To send our children to read books!
This is a shade
To sip cosy moments!
This is everything
For us to use Time and again!
This is a dinning hall
To share meals together!
This is our second house
Where some of our members reside!

The dust of the creeping evening
On the mammoth sphere falls
The day has flown way
somwhere to sing
Reminding the people
The dreams they had seen
On the pillow I place
My reflective mind
As the silence of thick darkness
Brings back to me
The golden moments i had lost
When the day was much bright
On the floor i see the chance
Shattered into pieces lying
Promising nothing
Still a little bit light
In my pensive heart shines
In this confusion we live
But tomorrow may be and may not be
Only today was full of life
With heaviness of mind i lie
Promising myself to achieve
My goals at this very moments only

Solitude in the orchard
Melted with snow showers
And my romance with the moon
Died with snowflakes very young!

While passing
                Through the garden
                                     The thorn pierced my palm
For revenge
               I hit it back
                              Only my palm bled

A cobra
Through its skin
Doesn't crawl
It sleeps in the mud
And they hold up
the heavy stick
To give it
The second death

Oh! I am an Indian beggar!
Are you not proud of me?

The traffic of the roads!
The lamp of the streets!

Come to sidewalk, my plush villa,
And stay here for one or two minutes!
You will feel blessed!
The most comfortable home!

Taste  crispy bread,
My sumptuous and favourite dish,
And I am sure,
You will say;

This is a good piece!

At night I will offer you
The timber, my holstered couch to sleep,
And your exhaustion will die forever!

Pavement is my address
And it is valid for all seasons
For I am an Indian beggar,
Your brother, younger or elder!
Are you not proud of me?

O spy!  How deftly
Thou accomplish thy enterprise
A new tact! No indictment,
Only gradual execution.

Hail to thee, O Rain!

The sharp needles of summer are blunt
And lazor of the noon doesn't perforate the skin!

.                                     Hail to thee, O Rain!

Once again kiss the December's frozen lips
And his cool breath blows through our bones!

.                                    Hail to thee, O Rain!

Don't run away though you are bound
For Summer tortures while you relieve of our wounds!

Don't wear anger on your face
It kills the smile that blooms there

Don't spill it over anyone
It creates distance between you and he

Crush it whenever it gets life
You will be the favourite evetywhere

My father paid his soul to buy
The silver embroidery in blue:

After my departure from the house,
Once I owned and proudly walked in,
My children will find me
In the dinning room on a chair
Occupied by someone else,
in the dancing rain on the floor,
In the graden playing with them,
On the road holding their fingers,
In the bed drinikng coffee and sneezing
In the ****** winter,
At the doorway calling their names.
Then, they will lose themselves
And merge with me forever.
Who will find them?
The new generation,
busy on watsaap and facebook?
There must be some parameters.
The golden footprints we must leave
for them to search for us when are lost in dust.

The frozen river;
Deers look to and fro and sit
Waiting for the rain.

I wish I had mugged up
Or leafed through the pages
At least once or twice
When my fancy was bent upon
Watching hollow beings
Only to tickle The bone
And made no beeline
For clobbering the canvas
I would not cast my eyes around
To get a bonus under the vigilant roof
Nor would i receive chiding
At the cost of one precious minute
For sure i would come out of the hall
Smiling with much contentment
And be the chief guest at the gate
To be welcomed with open arms
And champion the cause of parents

Night is glacial.
Behind the cart,
A solitary mouse
Squeals and stops.
A mendicant woman,
The porous drape
Gliding off her
Heavy shoulders,
In stillness
Sloshed by the chill,
Mourns for her child,
Mowed down
At his late play,
And her murky hair
Shawls her swollen eyes.
The traffic is operational
Above and a black dog
Licks a bone beside her.

A little light has enough strength to fight against much darkness
Courage to keep it on is greater

A thin-paper boat;
Unsteadily sails in the sea;
A touch of wind,
Oh it upsizes deep!

Surprise
The people
By your goodness
And enjoy its luscious taste

Two tumblers I see
Lying on the tray

One is fraught with water
Another with poison

Water is life
Poison remedy

Both are needed
What to do?

Negative thoughts are the fire
that burn goodness of mind

Who weep for them, coffined in dust,
waiting for the chanting of our rosary,
a single bead, a peaceful moment.
the breeze passes by their windows,
and the sun shines on their roofs only,
the flying clouds never drop the rain,
and winter brings no chill, no shivering.
who will weep for them who had wept for us?
will they keep sleeping, dumb, deaf and blind
or our tears give them blissful showers?

Don't expect
More than you give
If they will do the same
Nobody will receive

She slept on lotuses
Skimmed with fluffy clouds
Ran on the leaping ripples
Smiled into the gibbous moon

And at midnight knocked at my door
And through the window whispered

Don't tease me
Don't ****** me
Don't **** me

I am honest
I am innocent
I am blissful

Please keep me with you!

If you have enough courage
Do great things
and show people the other face of  greatness

At shimmering glow,
A beeline flies do make.

Oblivious of
Piercing ******
Of carcass night,

They hover,
Mesmerized by
Sparkles, brimming.

No melody,
No promise,
No window,  
For tomorrow!

Dead bodies lie
In its shadowy shade.

How softly snow falls
In the woods, on the walls,
On the leaves, down the lanes,
And like the moon slowly wanes.

The trees bear silver fruits
And silver water makes its routes,
Earth is silver in full bloom,
Life is beauty without boom.

In a murky evening
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape
An autumn tree,
Like an orphan
Left alone by relatives
With tattered patches
Half bare and bruised
Cried at my window

If
You help
Someone get stand

You will not fall

How easy
To get into mind

Shaking hands
Is a healthy physiotherapy

Selfie
Is not a pic of oneself
It is a golden moment in modern hectic life!

Mother!
.            I fumble to write this letter
.                            to you!
mother!
.           ink has frozen within me,
.                            so snow!
mother!
.           the room you left empty for infinite
.                             ****** life!
mother!
.           none is equal to you, O mother,
.                             others fake!
mother!
.           my morsels have turned bland,
.                             water thick!
mother!
.           life is spring at home here and you
.                               its blossoms!
mother!
.           I salute you for your unsurpassed care,
.                                sea-love!
Mother!
.           I will meet you in heaven, O mother,
.                                 my promise!
.

The noon,
The prosaic scene in the theatre,
No thrill for the audience
Save the moaning of crows on the branches!
An old man chanted his beads in sleep,
The street hawkers looked round
Like children in the dried up well!
They pined for the change
Till the hero and heroine
Were seen walking hand in hand
In the golden glow!

Snow falls on the chair, empty,
Of my father, in the orchid!

Strawberries kiss the grass,
Toys have already been disposed of!

On the road the screeching floats;
Oh, another casualty! Who?

My wife rang me up and I got glad
To know about the new guest!

Letters are letters;
Nouns are not adjectives and vice versa!

I will couch on the chair
And ink my wisdom on the pages of pages!

The baby will dance to see
The basket that is full of dolls!