Once more having the last coffee cup together
A written letter peeping through its cover
Now of no use though lay without discover
I had wanted to express in person
Things went without mention
When my hand was in yours
Words were never expressed with cheers
Our eyes stopped suddenly meeting
Lips stoppedchatting
The piece of paper
Lay curled in a corner
Later our relationship
Turned in to fresh wound
Talks became just barren

Lighting the eyes with wisdom
Overcoming the boredom
I build in my heart nest of dream birds
Between the banks some here
Some quite far over there
In the dream I am off the shore
Magnificent river flows with roar
See the firmly standing bridge
And the river flowing under the ridge
Steering with awareness boats are just rocking

Between earth and sky
Where animals survive and birds fly
Between hunger and thirst
Lies a single bread piece and bottle of coke just
I sit on one side, you on the other
Our eyes catchup in hunger
We stare at the single slice in anger

Girls are my dream poems
The more I create, they look awesome
They become so meaningful
Their approach is never dull
We also find the girls like west wind
With great motion they rewind
They sway with their force
And their blow enforces
Girls are also butterflies
With childish fancy their ideas slighs
Pinned up on life's flowers
They bring eternal bower

Blanket of ripe blackberries is spread out
In the empty courtyard smelling about
The village girl sits squatted
On the floor matted
With chapped skin and cracked feet
With attires neat
Mingles with chapped soil
Near by water boils
Wild dogs just keep howling
Wolf far off move growling
Cows about to  return home
Buffalos on the muddy soil roam
A lad swims over the pond humming
Sweet pea flowers lay on sunlit roof smiling

Ear for poetry listens
Imagination glistens
Arrayed like trees alphabets
Stand fixed in all sets
Aura of floating words
Move towards
Gulps vocabulary
Like lined up ants in their territory
And create good poetry

Tiny flying creature by night
Object of delight
Glowing and blowing
Flying and non settling
Tiny thing shriveled at my touch
It's silvery death bothers me much