He lay in the bed
Wearing the warm blanket
As the cold patrolled the street!

A butterfly on
A petal; a dew on a leaf;
A word on a paper!

There
Is
No
Problem
Of
Being
Rich
Or
Poor; the biggest problem lies in the difference between our thinkings!

When
You get fearful of failure

You lose freedom of getting success!

One thing keep in mind:
Positive thoughts are mind's good health.

They said
hold the tree
if water flows beneath.

my father said
make a boat
to reach the dry land.

he aboarded a ship
and it soon sank.

I caught the branches
and lived at peace.

The silver pearls gleam
Where the queen sets on her sail
Down the glowworms spill light flying
How sweet to meet thee in such a blissful night
O Stars! O Queen! Stay awake for  long
And let us get much delight  from thy wisdom

I wrote something on water
                It swiftly flew away
         I held a piece of flying cloud
                It speedily melted  away
         I saw the gleaming beams
                It quickly passed away
         I looked at rainbow in the sky
                It hastily faded away
         I wrote thy name in my heart
                It stayed and will stay
         This is my love; it will never go
                This the breeze; it will blow
         This is the moon; it will glow
                This is the tree; it will grow

Only the fool can understand the nonsense of a talkative man!

A gibbous orange
In the sea!

No leaping,
No splashing!
The mood of playing
Hide and seek!

A wish to smile again
With its holy splendour!

Time to muse on
Its own extinction
Again and again!

The burning candle
And gradually dying like us,

And again a new skin,
A new soul,
A call from the hanging umbrella!

yes.
God made me honest,
and I maintain it.
it is my soul.

they give me grimaces
and lots of smiles.
I do *** for tat.

once a boy cried,
thinkng he has grown drab.
I couldn't assuage him.
I am full of pangs.

I stand; I breathe in the air.
I never sleep.
I am for truth.
your negligence is my death.

O Frost
Fold thy white shawl

Crops are still babies
Don't strangulate them

In the flash of June
I met saw a butcher
Whetting his knife
Against the thick twig;
And down in pieces
The corpses bled profusely!

Being realist is delightful
In case you dream for the betterment

They stand still, our bodies,
dumb-struck, dust-skin in dust,
wear the mask of our death
the present moment or the next,
eyes lost in never ending dream
without light to see a single glimpse.
their shooting-birds fingers
don't swap the insects, pricking them;
the clumping feet are chained in immortality.
lips lie in wait for words
that were their own, good or bad,
and ears hear the groaning of the Soul,
bearing the brunt of their deeds.
and groan

Who
       said
           I am dead?
Evil
     Has
          Made me lame.

I looked for honesty at many places!
When I found thousands of rupees near the bus stop
It was standing beside me!

In the glaring light,
The child holds out his blank palm
For the coins, his bread.

If you motivate someone,
You don't have anything to lose;
It rather increases your treasury of goodness!

Do you want
To be mentally strong?

Stop thinking ill of others!

If you are brave enough to take risk
Be honest when you need immense money
And you can use a big amount freely

Gaining knowledge is desire of the wise,
But sharing it is the priority of the humanitarian!

Poetry
Is
Wine;
It
Should
Be
Drunk
By
All
As
It
Is
Permitted
In
A­ll
Religions!

Travel the unknown with intrepidity.
It's the promising pomegranate.

A tad bit hard when you open it,
But contains a host of gifts.

How wonderfully
one is connected to other.
Each one is amazing
and nourishing in its own way.

I have purchased over the years.
It's your turn to explore your luck.

Perseverance is bravery,
And bieng brave is the attitude of a noble man.

No dews on the grass
No sky purple
No delightful notes in the air
Only zooming down

My father picked up the journal
Massacre, explosion, ****, theft,
He whispered instead of good morning

Inside the room
Mr. Mrs. Miss.,
Gave us bed tea
Who opened TV? Mother?

It doesn't matter
They are bound
Job well done

Days have undergone upheaval
Morning is dirge
Oh! Modern century
Torn apart wings

I lost yesterday,
Oh the piece of diamond,
Turned to dust,
to the presence of today.

Yes.
I have another one.
This is tomorrow.
It will be in my pocket
If I defeat today
By a huge margin

Trust
Is a strongest pole!
If broke
Many things fall

There is a place in my heart
Where you sit; others depart.
A garden it is for you to blow;
I will linger to smell your sweet flow.
From morn to eve I will care for you
And pray for your eternal hue.

Words
           Are
Both
          Flowers
And
          Thorns
                              The gentleman
Doesn't
          Hurt
His
         Fingers
With
        The
Latter

See! Softly!
The moonlight
Kisses the lake
And her face
Blushes while
Stars wear shyness

How humble is the book!
How kind, how humblest!

We nudge it; we fling it.
We carry it anywhere,
Sometimes without attire.
Oh! It is in full-blown winter!

We take it; we place it.
Anytime we open it.
Oh! It is in sultry summer!

Our foolish mind we paint on
Outside, inside; it is our will.

Have you ever heard it groan
Or grouse against our merriment?
It never does; it never wiil.

Should not we then change ourselves
And promise for its. Better life?
That  always gives us light in every tunnel
And makes us stand on the zenith!

Poetry is a wonderful land
Where classic, romantic and modern trees stand
Evergreen are the soothing trees
The delightful rhythm fly in the breeze
The vallies are so beautiful so deep
The people are mesmerised after they creep

The ship is sailing; it is sailing
In the wild ocean, in the silent sea.
It is sailing; it is sailing.

It is ferrying us to our native place.
Some are happy; some are sad.
It is sailing leaving behind no trace.

The helsman is steering it at his own choice.
It is sailing; we are watching.
But he is with us; he is hearing our voice.

The ship is sailing; it is sailing
In the wild ocean, in the silent sea.
It is sailing; it is sailing.

in the vestibule
He would feed the sparrows
While all used to count the coins.
Today he sleeps in the same vestibule
And they count the same numbers;
The sparrows wait for their food
But none comes except the rustling!

Salute to the Teacher,
                                     an unsung soldier!

If we had no morning,
Would we say-Good always night?
If we had no night,
Would we say-Good always morning?
So much funny it seems!
A little bit crispy!
The elephant without its trunk,
Still trumpeting!
The jiraffe without its long neck,
Still kissing our windows!
The lion in the bleating mode!
No ink,
The pen between the fingers!
No tenses,
Words in a thread!
Life is a purpose,
Not a dream!
Life is wisdom,
Not foolishness!
Life is how He made,
Not what we want to make it!
The scheme of things are divine,
And they are blissful,
They are for mankind!

O Almighty! Lit my brain with thy light
I pine to revive the lost imagism kite

With no point
Arrow will distract itself

A globule is life in sultry summer's blow;
A good thought is a diamond when verses are low.

What about her blue eyes?
                           What a sharp knife!
            Oh!  They have wounded my heart!
                                     My God!
                  Send her to heal the bruises.

And I find her memory inconsequential;
It has no ladder to get to the dove

Perched on the branch,
But a deep ditch, very hollow and horrible.

I must put down her portrait
That's a fierce fantasm, deadly dumb.

The more we remember "She";
The more our fortitude falls.

Love isn't a peach friend;
It's skilled in politics.

I must go to the sea singing songs
About the new path where happiness grows.

Salt is water in the container.
No rope to tie it,  and put aside.
Clock invites you to the dinning table.
Guests'r fanning with their portables.

He is there to incite you
To hit your head against the wall.
Would you?  Imagine. It is done.

He is the ghost.
You will cower.
Care to be taken of.

Little hospitality keeps
A mischievous cat away from the kitchen.

Don't let him to follow you.
Take out your sharp temper.
Stab him. Finish him off
At the click of a mouse.

Prepare the dishes.
Feast is an unstitched relation.
Hold on to it tightly.

Salt is chilies in eyes under his nose.
Salt is deliciousness at his death.

Dare to be a killer
To avoid the brutal killer.

Snow is kid
snow is nightingale
they dance
they leap
when life is peace
dance with them
they play piggyback
on the branches
laugh with them
they kiss our cheeks
and sing for them
for delight they bring

Votes
Are
The
Deep
Voices
Of the people. They dream of a real listener.