Out side the old white house
Where silence squeaks and there runs a big mouse
An old mango tree with sad look stands
A grey gate totally rusted without latches strand
They tell innumerable stories of fate grand
Old woman still sits with needle and wool busy in knitting
Stares at her stray brown dog nearby sitting
The rusted Iron bars of gate keep creaking
Something or other suffer a fall and goes on breaking
Old man is trying to tidy his faded garden
With it he is happy as in aden
Roots are scattered and the seeds battered
Weeds lay flattered, wild mushrooms gathered
Pelmets of old torn curtains clinging to windows
Helmets of thatched  roof witness rainbow

Often the blue ink filled pen slips and clings to nib the words
Scribs scripts even or unevenly moving outwards
Evaporates with loose ends and spreads in the form of sentences
It's inky cobwebs gaping like a spider hangs hither thither
Tilted to a particular degree leaving in midway flight
Expressions without puncturing silence maintain their  fight
In vain, in this vein writers go for fishing  for compliments

String of similes are seemed dipped in the writings
And wring out to articulate their essence in lure by inviting
Writings live in with the authority of license
And spread everywhere their fragrance
With their world loaded with metaphors
Sentiments of authors are attentuated by spirit
Emotions are fiterated beyond limit
And their writing sprouts from the womb of silence

Walls of passion build up in our life are quite strange
Either the wall raises higher looking estranged
Or becomes shorter in structure sometimes enraged
Wall of passion acts blind and reverberates our emotions
Infatuated by the nakedness of sentiments and its notion
The wall with the circumstances 's wheel is in motion
Like insects crawling over the grass, wall of passion gets embarrassed by the crawling of love

These spring days are full of warmth
Shrill clamour of birds just charm
Air grows very tender and gentle fully in the  norm
Whispers of grass keep resounding
Joyous meditation of mind astounding
Wind keeps on wildly gesticulating
Fever and lust of sentiments circulating
Overstepping seduction of spring inviting

Ugly memories clumsily cover the present
Absurd happenings of the past appear quite indecent
Mind with its un cherished desires innocent
Combined with heart's coincidences ascent
Soul caught within the turmoil is in cresent