The unprivileged complete our democracy

Even
A soft word with the downtrodden
Cures his inner wounds which remain invisible

Brotherhood
Is the root of peace.
Plant it, water it, taste it, it's yours!

The lion
The king, the lord
The original dictator
In his eyes carries his prowess
In the forest, his kingdom
Tames the innocents
Their blood drink
Their death cheers
And on them feed, his feast
But unknown of the rebellion
Of the common, the poor
Now for the shelter flees
With his fangs and claws broken

In every green garden
Hisses the venomous jealousy;
Anytime, it can sting.

I fried a fish
And served him with wine!
He asked me about the poem no more,
But kept whispering;
What a scrumptious poem!

Consider yourself a leader
Victory Will count you as a leader

The white dressed mist
Wanders around;
Kisses the cheeks
Of the sky,
And lips of blossoms,
Caressing the green girls;
Runs through the hair
Of the sea;
Leaps over the heads
Of the hills,
And dives into
The splashing valleys!

If your parents
Throw anything  at you

Take it like a child

Self-pity
Is never the friend,
Fold it with leaves green
And throw in spring.

Trust your arms, not thorns

I saw a purple piece of fluffy cloud,
It was flying over my mind!

I, said, sticking out,
Unfold yourself!

This balloon swung to and fro
Like the girls on the floor,
And it went on till I said again,
Unfold yourself!

It crooned, stooping,
Love, love, love,love,
You left alone, you left alone!

No! You are in my bossom!
No! You are in my bossom!

A droplet fell on my head,
Oh, it was so heavy, so heavy!

Keep it, it said, with you,
The souvenir of your beloved,
You left alone, you left alone!

The breeze came there
And took it away aloof!

I sighed with sobs,
I scolded myself to forsake it,
So early when it was in its prime!

On the yellow sheet,
I penned my pang!

There was a balloon in my room,
I left it to fly in the space,
It wandered hither and thither
Like a homeless child,
Oh, the wind took away its soul!

O Almighty! I wish to meet it in thy heaven,
O Almighty! Make it my wife there!

Let your dream
A sanguine warbler
That sings in rough weather!

Let your dream
A bonfire within you
And it will keep you climbing
The snow-covered mountain!

Leave your footprints there
And dive into valley of ecstasy!

We know we have to die
And we must do for a noble cause
A heavenly death
The death of the uncommon
Forgetting our lots
Remembering their woes
Who lost  their buddies for the nation

Patriotism is a virtue
Its reward awaits in heaven
It's for the rich
It's for the poor
It's for those
Who cry to hear cries
Echoing around their houses

They are gone
And left their dreams incomplete
And put their wives' wounds on our shoulders

We know we have to die
And we must do for this
A heavenly death
The death of the uncommon

India is rising.
I am jolted at this thought.
Do you sip only contentment?

India is being Paris.
A beautiful sentence.
Spicy. Sweet. Allu Tikki.

In July and August
I have to pull up my pants
Upto knees to cross the roads.
Chances of bathing are good.
Have you ever enjoyed
This unwanted bathroom?

You know India
Is completing the project
Of making smart cities.
A matter of pride.
Greatness. Well progress.

Chip in. Pray for much rain.
We need heavenly blessings.
More water in the ditches.
More tourists. More selfies.
More demand. More news.

Thank God we are Indians.
If we were Americans
How would we dance
In the fountains on the roads?

Things are stylish.
All are pleased. Exclude me.
I don't want any pic
In the newspapers.
What I desire for
Is what you might have
Understood after
My conversation.
My Indians. Very gullible.
Take care. Good bye.

Rain is more tasty than a kiss if you love spring

I have never seen
Spring, the prophet of joys.

I don't know clouds
That travel everywhere with rain.
My skin is pale.
My throat is parched.
Why sould I grouse to God?
Still, I am full of life,
Breathing in the air,
Bathing in the sun
And sleeping in the night.

Why should I grouse to God?

All people never eat the same.
All people never wear the same.

A blind snake gets its due food.
someone , too, inside the stone.

Why sould I grouse to God.

He is to be praised.
He is to prayed for infinite.

Snow, blossoms, grass, glow
Of the moon, and the shepherd
With his girl in dream!

Her cheeks in full blush,
Lips sparkling in solitude,
And love to the brim!

"time to tie the knot,
Time  to make thee mine for keeps,
And forthwith be done!"

"bind my life with thy
Fidelity and will soar
This bond to the blue!

And I am thy soul,
O Shepherd, till you goodbye
Bid and we are one!"

"No, O my Princess,
I am not the pearl of thy
Plush palace, never!

They will slay me, oh,
And you can't live anymore too
And our love then lost!

Better to do this now
Ourselves before they step here
And immortal will be!"

The mellow moon slept,
No snowflake, no word on lips,
Eyes silent, love bloomed!

Learn to add
                   Happiness of others
Yours
Sufferings will get reduced themselves

If you can't give a good opinion
                                                       Prefer silence

Why depression?  
All days are of one family?

No self-defence is as beneficial as knowledge
That always walks with with you like  your own shadow!

Motivating costs nothing
but results in something special

once we visited the zoo.
that was a grand tableau of life
in our cages of strong iron.

on the camera,
we froze the beauty of a small fawn,
the toy for children.

others in other directions,
played with their fingers,
and they reciprocated.

in a corner,
a small kid looked
at a white big cate and

slowly wrote something
on the muddy wall,
zoo is sweeter for our senses
than the suffocation of their dreams.

Frills on thread;
With the caress of breezy breeze
The kites fly hanging from the shaft!

Look at my branches,
full of blossoms of comfy
respite for bleary bones beneath!

Look at my showers
that descend in driblets on the dry
grass and palms praying to providence!

Look at my pious light
that lits the pathways around
where walkers walk on nocturnal errand!

Look at me,
I am present on the earth;
dare to see me and keep to spread me!

Outside
The window
The breeze sings
His holy verses
He would recite
In praise of
the Almighty

My room echoes
Solitude woven
With his smiles
haunting me
To be part of
Universal truth
Any time

Short clothes make one's respect short

Sufferings are painful
But the fruits of forbearance are sweet

I always said to myself
Enjoy the competitions
It is your turn to receive salutes

Melody echoes---------
Balloon bursts and cries join them
With bodies fear blows

Formula of being a happy man:
Whenever sadness strikes you smile at its face...........

Let us sit
Under the moonlit umbrella
And drink the rosy wine of our hearts
The angels of stars will justify
Our love is a golden apple

Make learning your horse
Make knowledge your sword
Who will defeat you then?

Hold someones hand
Give him satisfaction
You are the best motivator

If,
Or as I feel,
You call me

A silver ring

On your finger
Or in a casket

For safety,

I will care the finger
That is not that one

But my house

My complete life!

Anger has never been favourable; it is only eczema.

Make a statue
Of your poem
If it got paralysed
It will die by standing

Stillness in the lake;
The hills are dumb till their death;
Silently I walk

This is not the way to bid farewell!

I saw you in the moonlight,
And you, in white, smiled
Like a lily in the sunshine!

This is not the way to bid farewell!

Crossing the road,
You waved your hand,
And I like a happy man smiled!

This is not the way to bid farewell!

Think about the sunshine;
Look outside;
You will
See
Something
In your favour

Forget the girl that loved you/
Forget your beloved that left you/
There is a mind in each heart/
Sometimes the latter is an audience.

Yes.
The song
Of the crow
We loathe.

A grey flute
It has, and upon it
The coarse tunes
It does play.

What does it sing?
Is it self pity?


in praise
of God it does,
And beauty of nature.

man has
a beautiful pipe,
but sings only
Groanings, his grouses.